His face was distorted, and his face turned blue and white.
He stared at the girl in her early twenties with hatred and resentment.
Waves of resentment and fear welled up in my heart.
As early as a few days ago, he thought that [King-level] puppet could be easily obtained, and he was dreaming of the dream of ruling the world in his heart.
However, in the blink of an eye, news came that his only son Sun Lei's soul lamp had gone out.
Sun Youchang was startled and angry when he heard the escaped man tell about his son's tragic death, and vowed to tear Jun Muyan's body into tens of thousands of pieces and let the whole Xiaoyao City be buried with him.
However, he didn't even have time to gather troops and summon enough puppets.
An army of one hundred thousand has already overwhelmed the border.
Sun Youchang's cultivation was at the peak of the Splitting Sea Realm.
There is no shortage of masters in Lingbo Palace.
What's more, they still have so many powerful puppets in their hands.
So at the beginning, they didn't pay attention to the 100,000 troops at all.
However, as soon as the servants fought, Sun Youchang knew how wrong he was.
Then where are the 100,000 low-level monks, there are clearly 100,000 lions led by warriors!
Moreover, the strength of this general even far surpassed the [General Yun] that Sun Youchang had seen in Luo Yunmeng.
Warlords are divided into four levels [General, Cloud General, King General, Divine General].
If it wasn't Yunjiang, what would it be
Could it be that he could rival the generals of the Lan Empire
There is a huge difference between a 100,000 army led by a general and a 100,000 army without a general.
And the blow that this little Happy City gave him was far more than that.
That girl sitting on the top of the mountain, with fluttering white clothes, is peerless.
When the piano in her hand slowly sounded a pleasant music.
The strength of the already formidable army under the command of the general directly doubled.
Is it the assistant of the musician? Or magical witchcraft
Sun Youchang's face was ashen, and the resentment and fear in his heart surged together.
But in the end, what arose in my heart was more greedy desires.
Such an army, such a general, such a heaven-defying auxiliary musician...
Plus Qin Jiu's [King Level] puppet.
If all of them can be included in [Lingbo Palace], who else will be his opponent on this floating island
But he was also aware of it.
If only relying on head-to-head confrontation, even if Lingbo Palace could receive this wave of forces, it would definitely suffer heavy losses.
In the end, it was cheaper for others and the fisherman benefited.
So, he blew the horn.
He wants to receive [Xiaoyao City] forces in an upright manner in front of everyone.
His eyes swept over the monks who gradually gathered around him.
The resentment on Sun Youchang's face slowly faded away.
He looked at Muyan coldly, and his voice was like a poisonous snake crawling out of an ice cellar, "You are the lord of Xiaoyao City, Jun Muyan, and you killed my son Sun Lei?"
Muyan looked at him quietly, and said word by word: "Where is Yin Chuqing?"
Sun Youchang's face twisted again for a moment, "For Yin Chuqing, you killed my son?!"
Muyan asked again: "Where is Yin Chuqing? Before I'm sure she's alive, I'm not interested in talking nonsense with you!"
"Bitch, what are you..."
Sun Youchang had never been treated so slowly, and he hated him for a moment.
It's just that he hasn't finished talking.
The defending consciousness standing behind Muyan moved.
The one hundred thousand army seemed to have received the instruction in an instant, and suddenly took a step towards the direction of Lingbo Hall, and the weapons in their hands were cut forward in a uniform manner.