It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor Chapter 68: God and treacherous man, supreme existence

　　 "What? Are all dead?"

　　 A man with no skin on his head let out an angry shout.

　　 Two **** eyes, sharp and deep, make people afraid to look directly.

　　He is the patriarch of the corpse puppet clan—Mohun.

　　 "Patriarch, the four wars will shatter all the soul lamps!"

　　 On the ground, there was a man who bowed his knees.

　　 "Damn!"

　　 Mohun clenched his fists, his joints exploded.

　　Four war generals, one of his most capable men.

　　 just listened to the command of the evil lord’s lord to let them arrest the **** and treacherous man, but he did not expect it to be gone forever.

　　 didn't even escape the empty sign.

　　 It looks like a **** and a treacherous man, not as simple as I imagined.

　　 Now, trouble!

　　 "Patriarch, what should I do now? Do you want to release the drought? Let him go to destroy the gods and treacherous people?"

　　 "No!"

　　Mohun directly refused.

　　"The drought is my clan's hole card. It is not used until the last resort!"

　　 "I didn't find out where the gods and treacherous people lived, and attacked rashly, absolutely wrong!"

　　 "To do it, you must kill with one blow, and don't give him any chance to stand up!"

　　 "In addition, those bald donkeys came out again and began to destroy our good deeds. This is the biggest headache!"

　　 "Find the bald donkeys hiding in the dark, and wipe them all!" Mohun said.

　　 "The patriarch is wise!"

　　 "Okay, get out!"

　　……

　　……

　　 Time is fast, and in a blink of an eye it is another two days.

　　 These days, a major event spread throughout the Western Regions.

　　This major event was the attack on the Yaochi Palace by the four evil corpse puppets.

　　 A certain city, in a teahouse.

　　 Next to a storyteller, there are a bunch of cultivators.

　　 They seriously heard that the people of the books are endless and eloquent.

　　"Do you know? This time, the four famous kings of the corpse puppet clan came here. That method is simply destroying the world!"

　　"While waving his hands, the entire Yaochi Palace became dark and windy!"

　　"These winds blew on the cultivator and turned into flying ash!"

　　"Countless cultivators fall down like wheat! How can one dignified four heavenly kings and a Yaochi palace resist!"

　　"At this critical moment, these four heavenly kings actually attacked the saint of Yaochi Palace!"

　　"The saint of the Yaochi Palace, she looks like an overwhelming country, she is only twenty years old, how can she be the opponent of these four heavenly kings, seeing that, the saint will die in their hands."

　　"At this critical moment, guess what?"

　　Speaking of which, the storyteller picked up the teacup and took a sip.

　　 "Say it, drinking tea at a critical moment, it's so appetizing!"

　　 "Yes, yes!"

　　 Facing the accusations of a crowd of immortal cultivators, the storyteller just smiled, "Everyone, I haven’t eaten today. I really don’t have enough energy. Let’s talk about it another day!"

　　 "Isn't it just money? A spiritual stone is enough?"

　　 "I will give one too!"

　　 After a while, a lot of spirit stones were piled up in front of the storyteller.

　　 "Since you are generous, I will give up my life to accompany the gentleman, and I will not eat this meal!"

　　 Then, the storyteller continued.

　　 "At this very moment, the gods and treacherous men are here!"

　　 "He is ten thousand meters tall, like an indomitable god!"

　　" With a light wave of him, the bodies of the four heavenly kings shattered and turned into powder. Even the spirits were held by the gods and treacherous men in one hand and crushed into pieces!"

　　 "What? Didn't even the gods escape? The gods are too strong!"

　　"My human race has such a strong person, it's great!"

　　"This treacherous person, supremely exists!"

　　……

　　 scenes like this were staged in various cities in the Western Regions.

　　 even, with the Western Regions as the center, spreading around.

　　The name of the gods and treacherous people is quickly spreading to the ears of every cultivator, and it has become a bright light in the hearts of many people.

　　 For these, Sun Hao naturally didn't know.

　　 At this moment, he is standing on the top of the stone tower, looking around.

Ahead of 　　, in the Great Demon Mountain Range, covered in clouds and mist, it looks magnificent, with a sort of immortal flavor.

　　 "The scenery in the Great Demon Mountain Range is really unforgettable!" Sun Hao said.

　　 "The son is right, the changes in the Great Demon Mountain, every moment is unique." Huang Rumeng nodded.

　　 "Like a dream, with you by your side, no scenery is as beautiful as you." Sun Hao said.

　　 "The son!" Huang Rumeng flushed, shyly lowered his head, "It is the blessing of Rumeng to be by your side."

　　 "Like a dream, it is also my blessing to have you by my side!" Sun Hao said.

　　 "The son!"

　　 Huang Rumeng was so moved, he threw himself into Sun Hao's arms.

　　 The two embraced each other.

　　Sun Hao stroked his hair.

　　At this time.

　　 "嘭……"

　　 sounded.

　　 Huang Rumeng's hairpin on her head, fell to the ground in response, and broke into two pieces.

　　 "Finally broke."

　　 One ear cannot hear the sound.

　　It was the burning photo that was confined in the hairpin.

　　After working hard day and night, Fen Zhao finally wiped out the thunder and tribulation and escaped.

　　 "Haha, the old boss is finally free, no longer need to be trapped in the hairpin!"

　　 "All this, thanks to the two of them, playing the piano every day, helping me break through!"

　　"From today onwards, the old bosses are free men."

　　 After finishing, Burning Zhao turned into a transparent phantom and fled the hairpin.

　　 However.

　　 "Hoo..."

　　A big hand fell from the sky.

　　 horrible coercion, like a nine-day **** prison, pressing Fen Zhao unable to move.

　　"This...this is impossible!"

　　 "My strength, in front of him, I don't even have the qualification to move bombs!"

　　 "No... don't press me into the hairpin, no!"

　　 Fenzhao is struggling frantically.

　　 But, it's useless.

　　 It was pressed into the hairpin, unable to move.

　　The power of terror imprisonment, shrouded in the hairpin.

　　 Now, let alone escaping from the hairpin, even struggling in the hairpin can’t do it.

　　 "It's over, it's over!"

　　 Burning Zhao's heart is ashamed, no longer moving.

　　 He looked at Sun Hao, his eyes were full of horror, "He really is a supreme existence, my ancestor, I am afraid that he is not qualified to be a dog licking!"

　　 "Why is he here? With him, the ancestors planned those things, I'm afraid..."

　　 At this point, I burned his face with despair.

　　 "Cracked?"

　　 Sun Hao picked up the hairpin on the ground, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

　　 "It's okay, son!" Huang Rumeng said.

　　 "Rumeng, I will never make one for you again." Sun Hao said.

　　 Hearing this, Huang Rumeng's eyes revealed a strange glow~IndoMTL.com~Young Master, you are so kind. "

　　 "This little thing is not enough, take me down!" Sun Hao said.

　　 "Okay, son!"

　　 The two landed, and Sun Hao went straight to the iron room.

　　 Within half a moment, a spring was created.

　　 Then, I went to the carving room, picked two pieces of fine wood, and carved them into two pieces.

　　 After putting on the spring, it becomes a hairpin.

　　"Almost something, it should be inlaid with a few beads, it would be better!"

　　 "By the way, the gems Rumeng gave me last time are very beautiful, and they are inlaid on it, just right."

　　 "However, those are used to decorate the room."

　　 "Where did Ru Meng find it? Let her look for it, maybe she can find a few."

　　Sun Hao picked up two hairpins and looked at them for a while.

　　 Hairpins made by myself are much better looking.

　　 Burn the photos inside the hairpin, then it's a cup.

　　 "No...Don't..."

　　 Fenzhao struggled frantically, screaming again and again.

　　 His body was torn a little bit, and then he was imprisoned in another hairpin.

　　 Although he didn’t die, I didn’t want to endure this tearing pain again.

　　 "Damn, I can only be imprisoned here for the rest of my life."

　　 Fenzhao muttered, looking desperate.

　　 This new hairpin is completely a cage.

　　 Don't talk about him now, even if his strength is ten thousand times stronger, no, one hundred million times stronger, he can't escape.

　　 "At least, the supreme being did not kill me. He trapped me in it. Could it be that I did something for him?"

　　 "If this is the case, isn't this your own fortune?"

　　 thinking so, burning his face, rekindling the light of hope.

　　……