In the sky above the Fallen Jueyuan, a cloud of fire suddenly flashed.
Ji Hao, who was sitting across from Si Wenming and pondering a few simple runes, raised his head and saw Zhu Rong Tianming and his party who looked a little embarrassed. Three or five Huolin Clan Witch Emperors protected him. Apart from that, only Shi Taoist, Poqiujia and hundreds of their disciples followed Zhu Rong Tianming.
Si Wenming also turned his head and looked over, and then he was suddenly startled: "Where are Zhu Rong Tianming's men? Where are the people like Yi Shen and Ying Yunhe? Where are the emperor's sons who support him? And where are the elites of various tribes? "
Riding on a dim fire cloud, Zhu Rong Tianming flew towards the direction of the Fallen Jueyuan Battle Castle with a gloomy face.
Ji Hao thought for a while, then walked up to him on a cloud of fire, and said hello to Zhu Rong Tianming from a distance: "Prince Tianming, I asked Elder Tianji to invite you over and over again. You are here today." Already?"
Zhu Rong Tianming had a gloomy face, raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "Although I don't believe what you said... How can those alien races control the way of heaven in a world? But, after all, Manman is here, and I am your brother. Yes, you have to take more care of me."
With a cold snort, Zhu Rong Tianming held up his position and said calmly: "If it weren't for the sake of seeing Man Man, do you think I would come to this shabby place of yours? Look at this day, look at this land, look at this smoky atmosphere Looks like, hum!"
Ji Hao spread his hands and said nothing.
In the distance, Manman, who was standing on the city wall and competing with Yu Mu to see who could eat faster, raised his head, with half a grouse paw hanging from the corner of his mouth, and said vaguely: "Zhu Rong Tianming, I don't need your care. That's enough for Ji Hao! You can go wherever you like, well, I didn't invite you over."
Zhu Rong Tianming's face suddenly turned pitch black, and Poqiujia suddenly took three steps forward, pointed at Manman and shouted sternly: "Zhu Rong Manman, Prince Tianming is also your brother after all. He has such good intentions. It’s okay if you don’t take it seriously, why are you still saying evil words? A woman with no talent and no virtue like you... "
Just as Pochuga was about to show off, Ji Hao's expression suddenly changed and he slapped Pochuga hard.
Pochuga's face turned cold, and he subconsciously took a step back, just to avoid Ji Hao's slap. The corpse Taoist on the side saw the opportunity and silently slapped Ji Hao's ribs with his palm. When his palm was less than an inch away from Ji Hao's body, the corpse Taoist shouted in an extremely sinister manner: "Yao" If you have something to say, why do you do anything?"
How accomplished is the Taoist Corpse Master? He is an old ghost who has made a name for himself in the ancient world of Pangu. His palm seemed soundless, but in fact he used 50% of his strength, and a faint layer of gray-white divine light of annihilation condensed into a wonderful lotus seal in his palm. If this palm was hit in the real place, it would be A high-level Witch Emperor would also have his body shattered by his palm.
Ji Hao narrowed his eyes and allowed the corpse Taoist to sneak up and slap him hard with his palm.
In the sea of consciousness, the Panxi Divine Mirror held by Ji Hao Yuan Shen's chest swayed slightly, and a faint light flickered on Ji Hao's body. The corpse Taoist was shocked to see that his palm disappeared after being submerged in this layer of dim light.
Less than an inch in front of the corpse Taoist's door, a golden translucent palm whizzed out. A white lotus print was looming in the palm, and the divine light of annihilation full of annihilation and death surrounded the hand. On the palm of his hand, the corpse Taoist slapped his face firmly.
With a muffled sound, the bridge of the Taoist Corpse's nose sunk in, and two nosebleeds spurted out far away.
Panxi's Divine Mirror bounced back the sneak attack from Taoist Corpse. Because it was Taoist Corpse's own attack, several defensive treasures on his body, including a protective clothing just given by Taoist Hua, had no reaction at all.
'Uh, uh~wu~'!
The corpse Taoist was so beaten by this palm that he fell back with blood spurting from his face. The slap was so real that it almost shattered his own head. At this moment, the corpse Taoist had stars flashing in front of his eyes, a large black fog filled the air, and his soul was shaking violently. He couldn't figure out what happened for a long time.
"Poor... poor Taoist..." The corpse Taoist muttered vaguely, shaking his head desperately, and blood dripped out from his head.
"This bad old man has lost his mind and gone crazy. He slapped himself for nothing!" Ji Hao looked at the embarrassed Taoist Corpse Master. While he was shocked by the magical power of the Panxi Divine Mirror, he sneered: "Tsk, tsk, this The slap is really strong, luckily it didn’t hit me, otherwise it could have killed me with one slap!”
Zhu Rong Tianming was dumbfounded and didn't know how to speak, while Potochuga looked at Ji Hao in shock - how did this trick work? Why did the corpse Taoist fall into Ji Hao's plot? To be able to plot against the corpse Taoist in such a terrible way, Ji Hao's Taoist magic power must be more than a hundred times higher than that of the corpse Taoist, right
However, the magic power of Taoxing is a hundred times higher than that of Taoist Corpse. Isn't that a being of the level of A Bao and Guiling? For such a person, there are only two or three disciples behind Pochuga. They are the darlings of the two patriarchs, and they are the true disciples who are reluctant to use them easily!
"You, you!" Poqiujia pointed at Ji Hao tremblingly, thinking that he had seen a ghost.
"Speak well if you have anything to say!" Si Wenming stood up and said in a rumbled voice: "We are all comrades in arms, and the aliens are our enemies. We should work together to deal with them."
Frowning, Si Wenming asked loudly: "Prince Tianming, where are your people? Where is Prince Yi? Where is Ying Yunhe? And where are the emperor's sons who support you?"
Zhu Rong Tianming opened his mouth, and his dark face turned red again. He looked at Si Wen Ming angrily, wishing he could cut Si Wen Ming into a hundred and eight thousand pieces - bastard, can you not mention this matter? Maybe those people like Yi Shen are completely finished!
Suddenly a black air filled the air, and the biting coldness spread. Amid the dense cold air, large groups of natives fled into the Abyss of Death in despair and embarrassment. After about hundreds of thousands of natives fled in with their families, Gonggong Wuyou, under the protection of Hebo, also slipped in with thousands of defeated soldiers who had abandoned their helmets and armor.
As soon as he rushed into the Fallen Abyss, Gonggong Wuyou yelled: "Gongsun Yuan, why do you still care about these useless natives? Come in quickly!"
Gongsun Yuan's clear and firm voice came faintly from the black mist: "They have accepted my teachings, and they are my people. Since they are my people, when they retreat and flee, I will personally protect them." After the break. Treat your people well. This is my ancestral motto from the Xiong family, and I dare not forget it!"
Ji Hao was stunned for a moment. After what
Gonggong Wuyou escaped in with his people, and countless natives continued to pour into the Fallen Abyss from the black mist. Could it be that Gongsun Yuan was trying to cut off their descendants
I have rhinitis and am depressed!
(End of chapter)