"If he doesn't come, let's go back!" Xuanyuan Moze said, "If he is afraid of fighting, then there is no need to fight. "
Hearing this, Feng Jiu nodded, and waited here with him until noon, when a dark cloud suddenly floated in the sky. The dark cloud stirred, forming a vortex that emitted a terrifying aura. The entire mountain top was also shrouded in a depressing atmosphere as the aura spread out from the vortex and covered the entire mountain.
"Ah! It's the Lord of Tongtian! It must be the Lord of Tongtian!"
Some monks screamed and, realizing how powerful the terrifying aura was, they ran to the foot of the mountain and hid.
The Xuanwu Lord at the foot of the mountain was worried that Hao'er and the others could not withstand the pressure from above, so he flicked his hand to set up a defensive barrier to block the pressure for them, and at the same time raised his head to look up at the sky.
On the top of the mountain, Xuanyuan Moze and Fengjiu looked at the vortex above at the same time, and saw a huge human face exposed above. When Xuanyuan Moze saw the face, his eyes flashed slightly.
The person who came was indeed Tongtian Lord, but he appeared in this way, which made him a little surprised. Did he not intend to show his true self and fight
"Xuanyuan Moze! Fengjiu! You are so despicable!"
The sudden angry shouts from above were mixed with curses, which surprised the two men and they looked at the figure above with some confusion.
"What do you mean? We have been waiting for you here since early morning. If you don't dare to fight, then don't accept the fight. It's really embarrassing to accept the fight and then hide your true colors." Fengjiu snorted coldly, and her words were very impolite.
When the Lord Tongtian in the sky heard this, he became even more furious: "How dare you turn the tables? I agreed to fight Xuanyuan Moze, but what about you? How many people are lying in ambush? I won't say much about you, but do you think I don't know about the Holy Son of the Temple and that old thing Xuanwu? Would I be so stupid as to fight Xuanyuan Moze, and then in the end, I won't be able to leave here alive? Do you think I'm a fool?"
Hearing this, the people below were all very stunned. The cultivators at the foot of the mountain only knew Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze. As for the Holy Son of the Holy Temple and the Black Tortoise Lord, they did not know them.
When they heard that these two people were also here, they couldn't help but look towards Fengjiu's group. They felt a little strange. Fengjiu's group was full of handsome men and pretty women with extraordinary demeanor. They really couldn't tell who was who.
Mo Chen and Xuanwu Lord, who were looking up from outside the cave, had a strange look on their faces when they heard what Tongtian Lord said. The former was fine, smiling calmly.
The latter, however, touched his chin and murmured, "Old thing?" How could he not know that he was associated with the word "old thing"
Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze, who were on the top of the mountain, finally understood why Tong Tian Jun didn't dare to show up after hearing his words. After learning the reason, they looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.
So that's why. They really didn't want to ask other people for help. Moreover, he was sure to win this battle, so why would he ask them for help? But I didn't expect that this Lord Tongtian had thought a lot.