No one expected that Ziweizun's first shot would end in failure.

In the minds of everyone in the Great Wilderness, Ziwei Zun has never lost.

Whether it is the current crape myrtle or the previous crape myrtle, there has never been a defeat.

Even if it was a defeat in one move, there was none.

When the master climbed the mountain, some people were looking forward to Ziwei Zun being able to fight with the master to see who was the strongest in the Great Wilderness.

As a result, Ziwei Zun did not make a move, but provoked Yue Yu, the master of Zhiyue Guan.

Then the master simply beat Yue Jingyu down, and threw him to the sea, and at the same time made an oath that unless he was sure that he could wash away the shame, he would never set foot in the great wilderness again.

Now, after so many years, the Lord has not returned from the sea, which indirectly proves that he is not sure that he will defeat the Master.

Then now there is still the possibility of defeating the master, and there is only one Ziwei Zun left.

However, Ziwei Venerable lives alone in the silence of the temple all the year round, and it is difficult for the people inside the temple to see him, so no one in the world knows what the strength of Ziwei Venerable is.

This time, he left the temple in an extremely rare way and came to the grassland battlefield, and everyone had a kind of expectation in their hearts.

But now that hope has been disappointed.

Ziwei Venerable couldn't even beat Ling Zhaoyan.

Although only one move was lost.

But he is Ziwei Venerable, the master of the temple, and the most powerful person in the entire Great Wilderness, and the Tang Emperor does not dare to say that he is the most powerful in front of Ziwei Venerable.

Such a person who is admired by thousands of people actually lost to the daughter of the demon king.

How to say it, fortunately, it was only a loss, and if it was defeated, the Dao Sect would probably fall apart because of this.

However, Ziwei Venerable did not have any frustration because of the defeat of this move, on the contrary, his interest became stronger and stronger.

In fact, before making the move, Ziwei Zunshang had already guessed that he might lose.

Since she is the woman of the Demon King, once she is attacked fatally, it is impossible for the Demon King to sit idly by.

The appearance of that pair of wings is enough to say a lot.

The Demon King gave Ling Zhaoyan a means to save his life, but he couldn't use it independently, it was a passive skill.

This skill is triggered when life is threatened.

Ziwei Zun wanted 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, his eyes were particularly complicated.

He has always resisted the title of the daughter of the demon king, even if he has accepted it on the surface, he still retains the last hope in his heart, hoping that everything will turn around.

But now, Zhao Yan blocked Ziweizun's attack, and even had the upper hand.

If she wasn't the daughter of the Demon King, how could she be able to block Ziwei's attack?

The last hope in my heart was shattered.

Then Ling Zhaoyan at this moment can be regarded as a complete awakening.

Is she still the Ling Zhaoyan she knows?

Zhou Fei clenched his fists, thinking about getting close to Ling Zhaoyan, but his feet were like being filled with lead, and he couldn't move.

Ling Zhaoyan looked at Zhou Fei, and his pitiful eyes made Zhou Fei's heart tremble instantly.

The daughter of the demon king would not look at him with such eyes.

Only Zhao Yan would look at him like this.

Zhou Fei gave himself a slap in the face.

I feel guilty for my previous hesitation.

"The wings are beautiful. Just as Zhou Fei walked in front of Ling Zhaoyan, Ziwei's voice sounded again, and the voice was as calm as ever, and he couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations.

"But how many times can these wings save you?"

As the sound of this sentence fell, the shadow of the god changed.

To be exact, 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 divine chariot, even through the thick veil, even if it was a distance of dozens of zhang, Zhou Fei could feel the terrifying momentum released by that staff.

Zhou Fei's heart jumped to the extreme at this moment.

There was even a classic line of a sketch actor in his mind: "Thanks to my careful 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.

That's the only thing he can do right now.

The arrows are gone.

Otherwise, Zhou Fei would definitely shoot an arrow at Ziwei Zun.

Even if you can't shoot him, you can destroy this terrible momentum.

Ziwei Zun is indeed holding a magic staff in his hand, which is made by himself, and it is a thousand-year-old wood on an island in the South China Sea, and the top of the staff is decorated with cold jade dug out from under the ice of hundreds of zhang in the extreme north, and the staff is wrapped with golden silk threads, but it is not gold wire, but tendons drawn from an extremely rare beast, and then the silk thread made by refining is just like this in the world, and it can't be found if there are more.

It had been nearly twenty years since the staff was built.

Ziwei Zun put a lot of effort into the staff, but what is puzzling is that after the staff was created, he never used it.

It took so much effort to create a work of art.

However, few people knew that Ziwei Zun had ever created such a staff, so his strange behavior would naturally not be known to others.

And now, Ziwei Zun took out this magic staff.

The reason is also very simple.

What he has to face is not the so-called sword idiot, nor the six gentlemen of the academy, but the demon king.

The demon king who can destroy everything.

There is no more terrible enemy in the Great Wilderness than the Demon King, and Ziwei Zun must also show his true ability.

When the boy took out his staff from Ziweizun, he realized that he had to evacuate.

Otherwise, the staff's power could tear him to shreds.

Not only did he have to go, but all the five zhang radius around the shrine had to be emptied.

It's also that there is not enough time, otherwise it is better to empty ten zhang.

As soon as the boy left on his front foot, the priest changed.

A pure white light pierced the top of the god chariot and shot straight into the sky.

It spreads out in the sky, like the second round of the sun.

The clouds of the sky were dispelled by the light.

There was only a white scene.

Everyone at the scene looked up, but saw a completely different picture.

Those images reflect the truest thoughts of their hearts.

This is the true strength of Ziwei Venerable.

The monks of Zhongling Temple can follow their words.

And Ziwei Zun can create a world.

They are the best people in the land.

It can even be said that they are the gods of this land.

In the face of such a miracle, the coalition soldiers on the grassland knelt down one by one, and finally formed an extremely spectacular picture.

Hundreds of thousands of people knelt down and bowed in unison.

Even the army of the Tang Dynasty is no exception.

Of course, there are those who are indifferent to such miracles.

Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan naturally needless to say.

The commander of the Tang army, Meng Zhulu, did not kneel.

The young master of the Demon Sect, Feng Jian Che, did not kneel.

Wu You, the eldest disciple of Zhiyue Guan, did not kneel.

They looked at the sky with different thoughts.

But there is one thing that I couldn't agree more.

That's admiration.