"What? All dead?"
A man with no skin on his head let out an angry shout.
Two bloody eyes, sharp and deep, make people dare not look directly.
He is the head of the corpse puppet clan - Mo Hun.
"Patriarch, the four battles will shatter all the soul lamps!"
On the ground, kneeling and bowing down to a man with a dark air.
"Damn!"
Mo Hun clenched his fists and his joints exploded.
Four generals, one of his most capable men.
I just listened to the order of the Lord of Evil Lord, and asked them to arrest the deceitful Taoist person, but I didn't expect it to be gone forever.
Not even the escape talisman escaped.
It seems that the gods are not as simple as they think.
Now, trouble!
"Patriarch, what should I do now? Do you want to release the scorpion? Let him go and destroy the gods and tricksters?"
"No!"
Mohun directly refused.
"Dry is my clan's trump card, and it will never be used until it is absolutely necessary!"
"I haven't found the residence of the gods and tricks, and it is absolutely inappropriate to attack rashly!"
"If you want to do it, you have to kill with one blow, and don't give him any chance to turn over!"
"Besides, the group of bald donkeys came out again and started to destroy our good deeds. This is the most headache!"
"Find out the bald donkeys hiding in the dark and kill them all!" Mo Hun said.
"The patriarch is wise!"
"Okay, back off!"
…
…
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it's another two days.
These days, a major event has spread throughout the Western Regions.
This major event is the matter of the four generals of the evil clan's corpse puppet attacking the Yaochi Palace.
In a certain city, in a tea house.
A storyteller was surrounded by a group of cultivators.
They seriously heard that the book population was like a river, and they talked endlessly.
"Do you know? This time, the four famous Heavenly Kings of the Corpse Puppet Clan came here, and that method was simply destroying the sky and destroying the earth!"
"With a wave of your hand, the entire Yaochi Palace became dark and gloomy!"
"These winds, blowing on the immortal cultivators, directly blasted into ashes!"
"Countless immortal cultivators fell like wheat! The four great heavenly kings and a Yaochi Palace, how can they resist!"
"At this critical moment, these four heavenly kings even murdered the saintess of Yaochi Palace!"
"The Saintess of the Yaochi Palace, she is so beautiful that she is only twenty years old. How could she be the opponents of these four heavenly kings? Seeing that, the Saintess will die in their hands."
"At this critical moment, guess what?"
Having said that, the storyteller picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Come on, drinking tea at a critical moment is so appetizing!"
"Yes, yes!"
Faced with the accusations of the immortal cultivators, the storyteller just smiled slightly, "Everyone, I haven't eaten today, I really don't have the strength, let's talk about it another day!"
"Isn't it just money? Is one spiritual stone enough?"
"I'll give one too!"
After a while, a lot of spirit stones were piled up in front of the storyteller.
"Since you are generous, you will sacrifice your life to accompany the gentleman, and you will not eat this meal!"
Then, the storyteller continued.
"At this critical juncture, the gods and tricks are here!"
"He is 10,000 meters tall, like an indomitable god!"
"With a slight wave of him, the bodies of the Four Heavenly Kings shattered and turned into powder, and even the divine soul was held in one hand by the gods and daoists, and it was crushed into pieces!"
"What? Didn't even escape the soul? The gods and tricks are too powerful!"
"My human race has such a strong person, it's great!"
"This wicked man is supreme!"
…
Scenes like this are staged in various cities in the Western Regions.
Even, with the Western Regions as the center, it spreads all around.
The name of the gods and deceased Taoists quickly spread to the ears of every immortal cultivator and became a beacon 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 out in all directions.
Ahead, in the Great Demon Mountain Range, the clouds and mists are shrouded, and it looks majestic and has a bit of a fairyland flavor.
"The scenery in this Great Demon Mountain Range is truly amazing!" Sun Hao said.
"Young Master is right, every moment of the changes in the Great Demon Mountain is unique." Huang Rumeng nodded.
"As a dream, with you by your side, no scenery is as beautiful as you." Sun Hao said.
"Young Master!" Huang Rumeng's face flushed, and she bowed her head shyly, "It is a blessing for Rumeng to be by your side."
"As a dream, it is my blessing to have you by my side!" Sun Hao said.
"Son!"
Huang Rumeng's face was moved, and she threw herself into Sun Hao's arms.
The two embraced.
Sun Hao stroked his hair lightly.
At this time.
"Boom..."
sounded.
The hairpin on Huang Rumeng's head fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
"Finally broke."
One ear could not hear the sound.
It was Fen Zhao who was imprisoned in the hairpin who made this sound.
After working hard day and night, Fen Zhao finally wiped out the thunder and lightning and escaped.
"Haha, the old man is finally free, no longer trapped in the hairpin!"
"All this, thanks to the two of them, who play the piano every day and help me break through!"
"From today, the old man is a free man."
After speaking, Fen Zhao turned into a transparent phantom and escaped from the hairpin.
However.
"Huh..."
A big hand fell from the sky.
The terrifying coercion, like the Nine Heavens Divine Prison, pressed Fen Zhao to the point of being unable to move.
"This... this is impossible!"
"My strength, in front of him, is not even qualified to move!"
"No... don't push me into the hairpin, don't!"
Fen Zhao struggled frantically.
However, it didn't work.
It was pressed into the hairpin and couldn't move.
The power of terrifying imprisonment is shrouded in the hairpin.
Now, let alone escape from the hairpin, even struggling inside the hairpin can't do it.
"It's over, it's over!"
If Fen Zhao's heart was ashes, he would not move.
He looked at Sun Hao with horror in his eyes, "He really is a supreme existence, my ancestors, I'm afraid that he is not qualified to be a licking dog!"
"Why is he here? With him here, the ancestor planned those things, I'm afraid..."
Thinking of this, Fen Zhao's face was full of 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.
"As a dream, I'll make another one for you." Sun Hao said.
Hearing this, Huang Rumeng's eyes showed a strange light.
"Young master, you are so kind."
"This trivial matter is nothing to talk about, take me down!" Sun Hao said.
"Okay, son!"
The two landed, and Sun Hao went straight to the blacksmithing room.
In less than half an hour, a spring was created.
Afterwards, he went to the carving room, selected two pieces of high-quality wood, and carved them into two pieces.
After the spring is installed, it becomes a hairpin.
"It's almost something, it should be inlaid with a few beads, it will look even better!"
"By the way, the gem that Rumeng gave me last time is very beautiful. It's inlaid on it, just right."
"However, those are used to decorate the room."
"Where did Rumeng find it? Let her find it again, maybe she can find a few."
Sun Hao picked up two hairpins and looked at them for a while.
Hair clips made by yourself look much better.
Burn photos in the hairpins, then the cups are set.
"no, do not want… "
Fen Zhao struggled frantically, screaming again and again.
His body was torn a little bit, and then, imprisoned in another hairpin.
Although he didn't die, he didn't want to endure this kind of tearing pain again.
"Damn, I can only be imprisoned here for the rest of my life."
Fen Zhao murmured with a look of despair.
This new hairpin is completely a cage.
Not to mention the current him, even if his strength is 10,000 times stronger, no, 100 million times stronger, I'm afraid he can't escape.
"At least, the Supreme Being didn't kill me. He trapped me in it. Did he ask me to do something for him?"
"If that's the case, isn't this self-made?"
Thinking like this, he burned his face, rekindling the light of hope.
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