No one thought that Ziwei Zun’s first shot would end in failure.
In the eyes of everyone in Dahuang, Zun Ziwei has never lost.
No matter if it is the current Zun Ziwei or the previous Zun Ziwei, there has never been a defeat.
Even if it was a failure of one move, there was none.
Back then, Master Ziwei climbed the mountain, but some people looked forward to a battle with Master Ziwei to see who was the strongest in the Great Wilderness.
As a result, Ziwei Zun did not make a move, but it provokes Yue Jingyu, the master of Zhiyueguan.
Then the Master simply beat Yue Jingyu to the ground, and threw him to the sea while also making an oath that unless he was sure to wash away the shame, he would never set foot in the wild again.
Now that so many years have passed, the observer has never returned from the sea, which indirectly proves that he is not sure to defeat the master.
So now there are still people who have the possibility of defeating the Master, and only one Ziwei Zun is left.
However, Zun Ziwei lived alone in the silence of the temple all year round, and it was difficult for the personnel inside the temple to see him, so no one knew how strong the Zun Ziwei was.
This time he left the temple very rarely and came to the grassland battlefield. Everyone had a kind of expectation in their hearts.
But now this expectation has come to no avail.
Zun Ziwei could not even beat Ling Zhaoyan.
Although only one move was lost.
But he is Zun Ziwei, the lord of the temple and the most powerful person in the entire Great Wilderness, Tang Emperor dare not say that he is the most powerful in front of Zun Ziwei.
Such a person admired by thousands of people, unexpectedly lost to the Devil's Daughter.
How to say it, fortunately, it was just a loss. If it was defeated, the Dao Sect would fall apart as a result.
However, the Zun Ziwei did not show any frustration because of the defeat of this trick. On the contrary, his interest became more and more intense.
In fact, before the move, Ziweizun had already guessed that he might lose.
Since she was the woman of the Demon King, once she was fatally attacked, the Demon King could not just sit back and watch.
The appearance of that pair of wings is enough to explain a lot of problems.
The devil gave Ling Zhaoyan a means to save his life, but he couldn't use it on his own, it was a passive skill.
This skill will only be triggered when life is threatened.
Master Ziwei wants to know how many such skills are there, and how many times can they be used
On the other side, Zhou Fei looked at Ling Zhaoyan in a daze, with a particularly complicated expression in his eyes.
All the time
He was very resistant to the title of the Demon King's daughter, even if he had accepted it on the surface, he still had the last hope in his heart, hoping that everything would turn for the better.
But now, Zhaoyan blocked the attack on Ziwei Zun, and even gained the upper hand.
If she is not the daughter of the Devil King, how can she be able to stop the attack from Zun Ziwei
The last hope in my heart was shattered.
So at this moment Ling Zhaoyan was completely awakened.
Is she still the Ling Zhaoyan she knew
Zhou Fei clenched his fists, thinking about getting close to Ling Zhaoyan, but his feet were as if they were filled with lead, unable to move.
Ling Zhaoyan looked at Zhou Fei, and Zhou Fei's heart trembled with that pitiful look.
The Devil's Daughter would not look at him with such a look.
Only Zhaoyan would look at him this way.
Zhou Fei slapped himself.
Feel guilty for the hesitation before.
"The wings are beautiful." As Zhou Fei walked in front of Ling Zhaoyan, the voice on Ziwei Zun sounded again, the voice was as calm as ever, and no emotional fluctuations could be heard.
"But how many times can this pair of wings save you?"
As the sound of this sentence fell, the shadow of the gods changed.
To be precise, there is an extra shadow.
Judging from the outline, the extra shadow should be a weapon like a staff.
That shadow almost pierced the entire god, even if it was separated by a thick veil, even if it was separated by a distance of tens of meters, Zhou Fei could feel the terrifying aura released by that staff.
Zhou Fei's heart jumped to the extreme at this moment.
There even appeared in his mind a classic line from a later generation actor: "It's because of my fine throat, otherwise my heart can jump out of my throat."
The extreme sense of crisis wrapped him like a tide, making Zhou Fei feel breathless.
He immediately stood in front of Ling Zhaoyan.
This is the only thing he can do right now.
The arrow is gone.
Otherwise, Zhou Fei would definitely shoot an arrow at Ziwei Zun.
Even if he can't shoot him, he might undermine this terrible momentum.
Zun Ziwei really holds a staff in his hand. It was made by himself. It used a thousand-year-old wood on an island in the South China Sea. The top of the staff is dotted with hundreds of feet of ice from the extreme north. The dug out of the cold jade, the rod is wrapped with golden thread, but it is not golden thread, but a tendon drawn from an extremely rare beast, and then refined through the thread
, There is only such a section under the sky, and there are too many to be found.
This staff has been used for nearly twenty years since the day it was built.
Lord Ziwei put a lot of hard work on the staff, but what is puzzling is that he has never used the staff since it was built.
It took so much effort to create a work of art.
However, few people knew that Ziwei Zun had ever built such a staff, so his weird behavior would naturally not be known to others.
And now, Zun Ziwei took out this staff.
The reason is also very simple.
What he had to face was not the so-called sword idiot, nor was it Mr. Six from the academy, but the Demon King.
The devil who can destroy everything.
Dahuang does not have an enemy more terrifying than the Demon King, and Lord Ziwei must also show his true ability.
When the waiter took out his staff from Ziwei Zun, he realized that he had to evacuate.
Otherwise, the power released by the staff could tear him to pieces.
Not only does he have to leave, but the area around the gods must be emptied.
The time is not too much, otherwise it is best to empty ten feet.
As soon as the waiter's front foot left, the divine spirit changed.
A pure white light pierced the top of the god and shot directly into the sky.
It spreads out at a height of one hundred feet, like the second round of the sun.
The clouds in the sky were all dispersed by the light.
There is only a white scene.
Everyone at the scene looked up, but saw a completely different picture.
Those pictures reflect the truest thoughts deep in their hearts.
This is the true strength of Ziwei Zun.
The eminent monks of Zhongling Temple can do what they say.
And Ziwei Zun, you can create a world.
They are the most powerful people on this land.
It can even be said that they are the gods on this land.
Faced with such a miracle, the coalition soldiers on the grassland knelt one by one, and finally formed an extremely spectacular picture.
Hundreds of thousands of people knelt down and bowed.
Even Datang's army is no exception.
Of course, there are also people who are indifferent to such miracles.
Needless to say Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan.
Tang Jun’s commander Meng Zhulu did not kneel.
Young Master Demon Sect Feng Jianche did not kneel.
Wu You, the disciple of Zhiyueguan, did not kneel either.
They looked at the sky with different thoughts.
But one thing is very agreeable.
That is admiration.
(End of this chapter)