Zhu Xinrong and Zuo Lao Ghost both looked straight at the thirteenth-story pagoda, from their hearts, they naturally hoped that the pagoda could be destroyed directly.

As long as the thirteenth layer is destroyed, it means that Zheng Ming's challenge is successful.

Originally, the person on the thirteenth layer was pinned on the greatest hope by Sikong Ancestor, but now, Sikong Ancestor didn't dare to think about these anymore.

He just wanted to end it early, after all, Zheng Ming was too demonic. An hour was already short enough, but it was made in less than a quarter of an hour by his speed. And if it is delayed now, maybe the throne of their Sikong family will really be gone.

Nine, ten, eleven!

The pagoda that is high above has become only two or three stories high at this moment, and the people outside who were originally watching the results by the light of the pagoda can no longer see the light of the pagoda.

Now, they can only wait anxiously, waiting for what kind of result Zheng Ming's road against the sky will be this time.

The twelve-layered, twelve-story tower began to slowly fall into the earth, although the process was really fast, but many people clenched their fists.

They stared at the thirteenth floor closely, the thirteenth floor where the light was still bright!

Door-to-door can be arbitrarily set up obstacles, but door-to-door on the side of ordinary people must also show his own majesty.

The majesty of what you say!

Therefore, once Zheng Ming really breaks through the thirteenth layer, then the possibility of the Sikong family's throne being handed over is seventy percent.

Even if someone from the Sikong family is coming to the door and wants to change this result, it will be difficult, after all, as a day, as a door. Their faces still have to be taken into account.

So, this is the door from above, they can set up all kinds of obstacles for you when you are on the way to the sky, and they will even take cheating methods on the road against the sky.

But no matter what tactics they take. As long as you pass the path against the sky, then the possibility of changing the outcome of the path against the sky will be very slim.

Thirteen floors, finally thirteen floors!

Sikong Xiang clenched his fists tightly, and the lights on the thirteenth floor had not been extinguished, that is to say, as long as they blinked an eye, the throne of their Sikong family would be saved.

Originally. He thought that this competition should be the inevitable victory of their Sikong family, but he never expected that in the end, things would become so tricky and unexpected.

How could it be, it was the most thoughts that were born in his heart. But the truth was telling him that it was impossible. It's happening right now around him.

Zheng Ming, this kid, not only forced their Sikong family, but also forced their Sikong family to appear as the uncle of the door-to-door supervision envoy.

Well, what's going on, how is it a little dim in front of my eyes! The whole person of Sikong Xiang stayed there.

He suddenly had a sense of foreboding in his heart. But he refused to believe the feeling, so he rubbed his eyes vigorously, hoping to see what he wanted to see.

However, this time he was doomed to disappointment. Because the thirteen-story pagoda was really extinguished, and it was extinguished at the moment when the thirteenth floor was about to sink.

Sikong Xiang was stunned, Sikong Zifu was stunned, all the elders of the Sikong family, all the people who were in the palace, outside the palace, who were paying attention to this matter, stayed there at this moment.

They couldn't believe that all this was true, but the facts in front of them told them with ironclad evidence that the lights on the thirteenth floor of the Zhentian Tower had gone out.

"How is this possible, our Sikong family is the master of the Great Jin Dynasty, and my Great Jin Dynasty is the ......"

Roars, roars, for a while in the void one after another, some people angrily scolded: "The Great Jin Dynasty is our Sikong family, and no one can take the throne away from our Sikong family." ”

"Ancestors, ancestors, our family's throne, must not be taken away. ”

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, you can't look at the throne of our Sikong family, just fall into the hands of others!"

An old man with a white beard and hair, who seemed to be in fragments as long as the wind blew it, slowly came to the front of the door-to-door monitoring messenger with the support of a boy.

"Sixth brother, you ...... Although you have entered the door, but the family is your root, if our family's throne is gone, then our Sikong family will be finished!"

Standing in the void, as if he was not a mortal door-to-door watcher, his eyes were also full of anger at this moment.

Although the momentum on his body had not yet fully emanated, the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to sense his anger.

For a while, the blue light shrouded outside the palace suddenly increased several times, and many pavilions and pavilions made overwhelmed sounds.

The trees are bending, the flowers are mutilated, only the Jin Wushen is still standing unyieldingly below, but at this moment the Jin Wushen has become a bloody person.

An unyielding bloody man, a bloody man who seems to have completely lost his sense of external objects. And at this moment, no one paid attention to him, and everyone's attention was on the Zhentian Tower, which was about to sink into the earth.

"Whoosh!"

Two figures flew out of the Zhentian Tower, one was Zheng Ming, and the other was a young man who looked to be in his twenties and was a little confused.

The clothes of the young people can no longer distinguish what color. The black eye circles make the young man look like a young man who has stayed up too late.

"Brother Zheng, thank you for your advice, if Brother Zheng has time, let's learn more. As soon as the young man appeared, he smiled and bowed towards Zheng Ming.

For this young man who let the Sikong family give up the throne in his hands because of his own failure, the moment he appeared, all the clansmen of the Sikong family looked at him with a resentful gaze.

is looking at him, because of his failure, the Sikong family lost their royal identity.

Though...... Although the person who took away the throne of the Sikong royal family was Zheng Ming, the clansmen of the Sikong family who were present were even more angry with this young man, and they were angry why this person didn't support this person for a while, as long as he could support it for a little time, the Sikong family would not lose the throne.

So they feel that this person is the executioner of the Sikong royal family who lost the throne, and he is their biggest enemy now.

"Eat things inside and outside, I will kill your dog today!" A grandmaster-level powerhouse of the Sikong family, who had no choice but to take care of anything else at this time, soared into the air and rushed towards the young man.

The big hand condensed by the black true qi, with the whistling wind, is extremely ruthless, as long as it is hit by this big hand, the young man who seems to have not reached the fourth grade of cultivation is a dead end.

Although Sikong Xiang felt that this brother was too reckless, but in his eyes at the moment, he only had the throne, he had no mind, and he was not willing to stand up for this guy who had lost the throne of their Sikong family.

As for the others, naturally they would not provoke the Sikong family at this time.

In the eyes of many people, the current Sikong family is a mad dog, a mad dog that no one wants to provoke.

After all, the Sikong family still has strength, and more importantly, the monitoring messenger who came to the door is the ancestor of the Sikong family.

Although most of the people present are among the doormen, they can be regarded as having roots, but it is one thing to have roots and not be afraid of the Sikong family, and it is another thing to go against the Sikong family, or even offend a person who comes to the door.

Although that young man was not weak, it was equally impossible to avoid the palm of the Sikong family's grandmaster-level master.

Zheng Ming was standing beside this young man, although his friendship with this young man was not too deep, but he would never allow the Sikong family to injure this young man in front of him at this time.

However, at this time, the power of Zhou Wenwang's hero card on his body has not been used up, and it is impossible to use martial arts at all.

For a while, Zheng Ming really couldn't think of a way. Just when Zheng Ming felt anxious, someone made a move.

I saw someone waving his palm in the air, and then he hit the grandmaster-level master of the Sikong family, who was more than three zhang away, directly to the ground.

This shot was like lightning and fire, and the grandmaster-level powerhouse of the Sikong family, although he was not prepared, did not have any power to fight back.

In other words, even if the grandmaster-level master of the Sikong family was prepared, he would also be knocked to the ground in the face of this attack.

"Who is it, dare to sneak attack people!" said a warrior from the Sikong family, scolding sharply.

At this time, the Sikong family was extremely united, like a group of mourning soldiers who had lost a battle.

It's just that the moment he scolded this sentence, the warrior's face turned pale, and the reason why he behaved like this was because he found that the person who made the shot was actually the overseer.

The ancestor of their Sikong family, the high-ranking Shangzhong, has become a leaping mortal, separated from the existence of mortals.

Either of the three made him feel terrified. As for the Grandmaster who was knocked to the ground, after being angry, he also stood up cautiously and said, "Old Grandfather, you are ......"

"Little Brother Shen, my Sikong family has no way to discipline you, so you can laugh, and please look at the old face, don't be like them. ”

It was not Sikong Xiang or Sikong Zifu who spoke, but the monitoring envoy who had always been high.

From the beginning of his appearance, the Supervision Envoy had looked at everyone here with a condescending gaze, but now, he was unusually polite to the young man surnamed Shen.

Even if because of this person's loss, their Sikong family fell into an extremely disadvantageous situation, but he still didn't want to offend this person.

Why? Why does this young man have such a high status, you must know that his cultivation is less than three grades.

"A disciple of the Holy Wen Sect, I heard that he is already familiar with the inscriptions. A martial artist who knew the origin of the young man surnamed Shen whispered to the people around him in a low voice. (To be continued.) )

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