It seems that we must be ruthless this time!
Just clean it up and chop off all the paws extended by some old dogs in Buddhism!
Zhenwu murmured in his heart, a faint murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then returned to Gujing Wubo's state.
"Commander Zhao, let's go! It seems stingy of me to make the landlord wait so hard."
Zhenwu stood up, jumped on a five-color turtle lying under the cloud couch, pressed his sword on the waist, and said in a cold voice: "It's time for my fellow Taoist to have a final talk with his unscrupulous descendant!"
"Zhenjun, Zhao has a merciless request. Can you please be accommodating to my junior?"
When Zhao Heng saw the Blessing Lord, he stood up and his restrained aura spread out, knowing that he was ready to go on a killing spree.
After thinking about it again and again, he gritted his teeth and begged.
Zhenwu shook his head and glared at him: "How could you be so confused, Commander Zhao? Do you think this matter is just a private plan of your family?"
"If you don't reveal this matter about Old Immortal Ju Yang, it doesn't matter what you do privately."
"But since you have brought this matter to the table, it is no longer just your family matter!"
He looked at Zhao Heng with a look of hatred, he was still many years older than him, how could he be so naive?
It doesn't matter if you don't have enough strength. How many people can compare to him, the destined Black Emperor of the North?
The key point is that when it comes to how he behaves, he is not as clear-eyed as a person like himself, who was born just a short time ago.
Since he was unable to retaliate due to his own strength and exposed these things, this was not his family's business!
To put it mildly, the old immortal Ju Yang has been here for a long time, and he is not the only one who suffers. He doesn't want face, but there are many people who want face.
To put it more seriously, after all, this old immortal Ju Yang has his thoughts on the family members of the immortal gods in heaven.
Regardless of the position, there are many who are successful. This has a considerable impact on the prestige of Heaven.
This kind of scandal, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, unanimously decided to cover it up, without exception.
It can be said that today within the scope of Yuanyang Sect's mountain gate, except for the common people who were unaware at the beginning.
The rest, not even an ant, can survive.
There's something wrong with it. It doesn't weigh four ounces, and it can't stop weighing one thousand jins.
Seeing his stunned expression, Zhenwu was speechless for a while. I didn't even think about this, I really don't know how he made this decision.
Just rely on a moment of anger?
He also thought that the descendant of Zhao Jiang Zhao Tianjun, one of the former Ten Heavenly Kings, had long understood the price he had to pay.
It seems that Zhao Heng has not yet realized the fact that he has offended many people inside and outside, including the elders of the Qing Dynasty who he relied on.
Shaking his head, he immediately thought about it and drove the five-color turtle towards the sea of clouds.
…
The forest washes over the cold spring, and the pine wind fills the cloud valley.
The colors of trees and stones intersect with each other, forming a sparse picture with a deep and deep look.
The shrill cries of apes came from far away, one after another, one after another, echoing everywhere, which was horrifying.
It reflects the critical situation Yuanyang Sect is facing at this time.
The old immortal Ju Yang stood in mid-air, looking at the heavenly soldiers and generals in the sea of clouds, standing still in trance.
Suddenly, his expression changed and he looked towards the sea of clouds not far away.
In the treasure map, Fang Longye was moved at the same time. "Out!"
There was excitement in his eyes, as if he was going to participate in this heavenly annihilation war.
There was a good show to watch, and it had nothing to do with him, so he was naturally happy that the two sides were fighting to the point of confusion.
As for his original purpose, he has certainly not forgotten it.
But how to say it? The place where Hong Hu died was right there. Since he can't run, he doesn't need to worry about anything.
But this Emperor Zhenwu, who was famous in his previous life, made him particularly interested.
Because secretly, he had a premonition that he would have some entanglement with the Jiutian Dangmo Tianzun in the future.
He couldn't help but think a little bit about it.
"boom--"
Weird sounds mixed with the sounds of horns and bells and drums resounded everywhere.
The disciples of the Yuanyang Sect, who were already in a stable state in the mountain and were no longer rioting, followed the sound and looked towards the sky. Then their eyes widened and they could not make a sound.
I saw the sea of clouds surging, white clouds rolling, and then thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals parting the clouds, approaching from far away.
The ones at the front were riding mounts, wrapped in armor and carrying long spears, and then there were the so-called infantry, all holding carefully crafted magic weapons, shining with cold light and full of murderous intent.
Thousands of troops and horses came from the depths of the originally looming sea of clouds, neatly organized and well-organized.
Even though they are far apart, the murderous intention is coming towards them.
"hold head high--"
A turtle roar that sounded like a dragon but not a dragon resounded throughout the world.
A five-color spirit turtle emerged, with a dragon head and a turtle body, and a tail trailing more than ten feet.
The tortoise shell is simple and simple, with colorful haloes rising up in all directions. There is a man on it with black hair, gold armor and jade belt, standing upright with a sword, a round light on the top, and eyes like lightning.
The whole person's aura is like an abyss or a sea, and the halos behind him are intertwined, giving rise to the strange phenomenon of a deep sea. The water is sparkling, its color is black, and its bottom and sides cannot be seen.
It is so vast and vast that it cannot be seen.
It is none other than the leader of the Four Saints of the North Pole who comes from heaven, the True Lord of Blessing and the True Martial General.
After he appeared, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked very imposing. He smiled inexplicably, and he looked quite elegant.
As soon as his eyes turned, he fell on Qin Shou, with a half-smile that contained a kind of destructive power.
Clouds appeared on the top of Qin Shou, black and green, with golden veins inside, forming a giant divine pupil, and counterattacked towards Zhenwu unwilling to be outdone.
bump--
The two of them clashed with each other.
The Juyang Old Immortal was instantly knocked back thousands of feet and landed on the mountain, creating a dark hole.
A look so terrifying!
"master!"
"Qin Lang!"
All the female fairies exclaimed, wanting to come forward to help.
"nothing!"
A low, slightly hoarse voice stopped them all from moving.
A black and green aura emerged, and the old giant giant sun reappeared in the sky with scars and bloodstains all over his body.
"Sure enough, your talent is good!" Zhenwu nodded with approval, "With your strength, you are comparable to the ordinary Golden Immortal Perfection!"
"Cough——" Qin Shou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "He is worthy of being the leader of the Four Saints of the North Pole. As expected, his methods are unbelievable."
He destroyed his body and burned everything. The blood and fire were raging, and the ferocity was overflowing. He laughed and said: "It's just a death, why should you be afraid?"
"I am as small as dust and as humble as an animal. But I was lucky enough to receive the magic of immortality and enter the Taoist path. Such an opportunity is worth it!"
"In my life, I have played with countless women, seen unprecedented wonderful things, and manipulated people's hearts like ghosts. I have been so happy for hundreds of thousands of years, and I have no regrets!"
"The meteor annihilates the blow, please give it a taste by the True Lord!"
After saying this, he summoned up his energy and energy, gathering the destructive power that shook the world, ready to unleash the final blow of his life.
The corners of Zhenwu's mouth twitched, and he smiled without saying a word. In the end, his eyes were slightly closed.
"Wang Lingguan, I leave it to you!"
"Here! Wang Shan leads the army and presides over the decree!"
A high-pitched voice came from the heavenly soldiers and generals behind him.
Immediately, with lightning and thunder, a spiritual general with a red face and a beard, wearing golden armor and a red robe, with three glaring eyes and stepping on a hot wheel, teleported over.
He stood in front of Zhenwu, holding the golden seal on his left and the golden whip on his right, not wanting to strike first.
He just stood ready and allowed Qin Shou to destroy himself, turning everything he had into strength to release the final blow of his life.
Seeing his actions, Zhenwu smiled casually and didn't care at all. He was obviously extremely confident in Wang Lingguan's strength.
Even when he saw the two cheap ladies Qin Shou rushing over like crazy, wanting to fight alongside them, they turned a blind eye.
There are only three golden immortals. If Marshal Wang, the train spiritual officer, still needs his help, he is not worthy of being called the "Great Spiritual Officer of Dutian"!
There is one thing, I didn't expect...
Zhenwu's eyes were piercing and he looked at one place.
This Buddha is really in a good mood and has the energy to join in the fun.
