"It's the son-in-law of Fuxian Palace, Supreme Bird Man, and... Judging from their attire, they should be the two elders of Daluo Sect."
The wooden ski boat stopped in a beautiful forest outside the battlefield. Xue Ji stood up and walked to the front with an enchanting figure.
"That's right!"
Father Ferry sighed meaningfully. He suddenly understood why the Supreme Birdman, Ling Que'er and Ye Chen were unwilling to respond. They were obviously controlled by the Demon Xin behind them.
This was almost the strongest power under the Quasi-Sage of Fuxian Palace, but in the end, Xin Zhuo defeated all of them in one fell swoop.
"What do you call Mr. Su?" Xin Zhuo asked. The two old men in the sky were not very strong.
The group of people in front turned around, and Xiao Jing was the first to say: "It is a title used by super sects and holy land caves that are different from elders, great elders and supreme elders. When they were young, they were all the saints and saints, but because of various The reason is that they are not allowed to enter the semi-sage, so the disciples collectively call these people Su Lao.
Yuan Yourong also replied respectfully: "There are still half-powerful people in the Holy Land, but they are all disabled saints, while the powerful people are all saints.
Saint is a title, not a name for a state of cultivation! "
Xin Zhuo nodded, looked slowly in the air, and then glanced at the mountain in the southeast. He saw a group of familiar people at a glance. He was not surprised, but there was a hint of nostalgia and complexity on his face.
Xuantian Sword Sect was the only place that gave him warmth ever since he learned about "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water". There were a group of fellow disciples, fellow disciples, masters and wives there, as well as the gentle girl in white who looked like a fairy.
Now more than 40 years have passed and they have left isolation. Unfortunately, Xin Zhuo is no longer the same Xin Zhuo he was back then.
"I'm afraid these three people are fighting for the victory of Great Zhou." Xue Ji came back and said: "Is the Supreme Birdman your subordinate?"
Xin Zhuo was interrupted from his thoughts and said: "Currently!"
Xue Ji said: "Supreme Bird Man and the two Great Luo Su Lao are similar in strength. They are both Yuanji Liulin, but the Supreme Bird Man's earth-level origin is inferior. I'm afraid I can't win. Do you want to take action?"
With her slender fingers, she pointed at Dad Ferry, Xiao Jing and the others.
Xiao Jingyi gave a wry smile and said: "I'm still injured, so a sneak attack is okay, but these three people are now in the best fighting condition, I'm afraid..."
Xin Zhuo was silent and looked straight up into the sky.
Now the low-level disciples of Da Luo and Dayan are all here...
…
"Boom boom boom..."
The three masters of the Yuanji Realm violently collided in the sky, and the violent energy surged. The power of the most primitive power between heaven and earth was like steaming sea water, covering the ground more than ten feet and spanning hundreds of miles.
More than one million troops on both sides stood very far away, unable to raise their heads, and used huge shields to resist the aftermath. Even so, a large section of the shield bearers fainted in an instant, and the remaining soldiers fought hard to support them. These were still the three Yuanji masters deliberately avoid the results below.
On the handsome stage, Mr. Zhuge, Jian Jiuqing, Ning Zhiwei, Shui Qingliu and the emperor and his son were all leaning like water. They were also resisting the aftermath of the three Yuanji masters, but at this moment, they all had worries and worries on their faces. Worry.
Emperor Shengzu's southern expedition strategy is probably going to fail. News of the battlefield on the west route is stagnant, and the outcome is still unknown.
"What should I do?"
Jian Jiuqing asked with difficulty.
Mr. Zhuge sighed: "Listen to fate and do your best. Even if little friend Xin Zhuo arrives, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat these two old guys from Da Luo."
…
"Won!"
"With this victory, there is no longer any obstacle to the south of the Great Zhou Dynasty. With the vastness of the plains, the army reaches the hinterland of the Great Zhou Dynasty and takes the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The battle to destroy the Zhou Dynasty is completed!"
On the hillside in the south, Qiong Yu stood side by side with Shengzi Wujiang, whose hair was in a bun and whose face was like a crown of jade. They looked up at the sky with a look of relief and relief.
Some time ago, the two of them teamed up to fight against the Supreme Birdman for three days and three nights, but ended up being defeated. The two were so weak in origin that they were no match for each other two on one. Although the sect's left-behind elder Su was invited to come, But in the end, I won back my face and it wasn’t too ugly.
"I'm just curious..." Wujiang chuckled and said, "Da Zhou is the mother country called Xin Zhuo, the place where he was born and raised. Where did he go? Why didn't he come?"
Qiong Yu frowned and said: "I captured a group of Zhou army prisoners before, and they all said that the commander of the Western Route Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty is the king. I don't know what his name is. Will this king..."
"Xin Zhuo is the Holy Ancestor Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There is no doubt about this, so how can he be the king?" Wujiang waved his sleeves, "Even if Xin Zhuo is here, what can we do? You and I plus the two elders will be here today. Take his life."
Qiong Yu nodded slightly, and then the two stopped talking.
But not far away, Li Guofu, Chu Zongwei, Daozhen, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan, Wu Yingyue, Chu Siniang, Yu Zhuji and others looked very strange, and they didn't understand why Xin Zhuo didn't come.
But Liu Qingfeng's face turned red from suppressing it, and she couldn't help but retorted: "I'm afraid it's not possible, Xin Zhuo is also in the Yuanji realm, and he once worked with the Holy Son Si Ying..."
Chu Siniang was startled and tried to pull him away, but it was too late. The Holy Son of Boundless glanced at him coldly and scolded: "How presumptuous! What kind of status do you have, you are just an elder of a palace, you don't know the dignity and inferiority!"
The powerful Yuanji pressure rolled in, and Liu Qingfeng took seven steps back in a row. His bones rattled, blood oozed from his seven orifices, he could not speak, and his blood boiled endlessly.
"Holy Son, calm down!"
Chu Zongwei, Chu Siniang, Nangong Wentian, Su Liuli, Gongsun Li, Wang Hui and others hurriedly came forward and saluted in a panic.
The hierarchy of the super sect is strict: true disciples - elders - great elders - masters of one temple and one peak - main sect's five declining disciples - saints and saints - elders - half-saints -
The Holy Son is definitely at the top, while Liu Qingfeng is just an ordinary elder, the second rung. There is a huge gap between them in terms of cultivation and status.
However, even though there was a group of people protecting him, the Holy Son of Wujiang was still angry. The group of people protecting him were all suppressed and suffered terribly.
"Holy Son Wujiang, please calm down." Li Wuxia, the master of Xuantian Palace, couldn't stand it any longer. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Daluo Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and the most important thing is respecting teachers and inheriting etiquette. Even Xin Zhuo No matter how strong the kid is, he is still my Daluo Abandoned Disciple, the disciple of Elder Liu Qingfeng. He must recognize this. We are all his elders. No matter whether we kill him or not, talking about his strength and weakness will always it does not matter."
Wujiang then calmed down his anger, put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky without saying a word.
Chu Zongwei and Daozhen breathed a sigh of relief and quietly said to Li Wuxia: "Thank you, Lord, for your protection!"
Li Wuxia sneered: "I'm just trying to protect you, you are my subordinates, and Xin Zhuo is a man, I can respect him!"
A group of people looked embarrassed.
Liu Qingfeng came back to her senses at this moment, her face turned pale, and she murmured: "My disciple has the qualifications to be a great emperor. This is unquestionable. Sooner or later..."
"Shut up!" Chu Siniang finally couldn't help but exploded, "Why are you acting like a child lately? Stop mentioning Xin Zhuo, okay? How many years has it been? Liuli and Wentian's children are both thirty-seven Zhuoer has already left the sect. If you talk about him with open mouth, your life will be killed sooner or later."
Liu Qingfeng was noncommittal. He didn't know what was going on with Xin Zhuo now. If he met him another day, would he recognize him as his master?
Not far away, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan, Wu Yingyue, Kudu, Baihua Fengyun, He Lianyou and even the Queen of the Zhou Dynasty, Ji Zejun, etc., had complicated expressions, especially Ji Zejun. Da Zhou was also her motherland, and like Xin Zhuo, But no one asked her how she felt.
She silently sat down on a stone nearby and looked to the side. There was a very beautiful girl there, holding her legs with her hands, looking in the direction of the Imperial Capital of Zhou with a sense of loss.
"What is Miss Jiang looking at?" Ji Zejun asked subconsciously.
Jiang Yuwei looked at her, with a strand of long hair hanging down from her single snail bun, and chuckled: "Back then, I followed Senior Brother Xin and stayed in the Great Zhou Palace for a while. Now that I think about it, I feel a little emotional."
Ji Zejun understood it deeply and was speechless.
At this moment, someone not far away suddenly said in surprise: "The winner has been decided!"
Everyone looked to the sky, and sure enough!
The supreme birdman screamed and flew backwards, his momentum weakening.
The two elders of Da Luo sneered and approached.
The supreme birdman forcibly stopped his body, pressed the wound on his chest, and said angrily: "It's just relying on the large number of people!"
One of the big Luosu elders said coldly: "If you have help, just call it!"
The Supreme Birdman subconsciously looked at his own camp, feeling bitter in his heart. How could a group of weak chickens help him? Suddenly he looked straight to the west, his expression changed very wonderfully: "Oh! It's coming!"
The two elders looked at him in surprise, and their pupils suddenly shrank.
(End of chapter)
