Wang Tu's words frightened the wizards in the assembly hall instead.

Because that's!

Wiped out the people left behind by the Blood Witch Cult, killed all the members of the mercenary unit Black Mamba, carried artillery fire and bullets all the way through the army's defense line, and now came to the top of the conference hall, murderous and awe-inspiring, but said that he didn't plan to attack?

"Hmph, white-clothed Heavenly Master, don't think that I don't know the cunning of your Chinese people, you want to wait for us to officially carry out the Wumen major affairs, and then take action to stop us, and then we will be caught off guard!" Han Lao looked at Wang Tu as if he had seen through everything, and laughed proudly.

Wang Tu was silent for a while, his eyes lowered, his hands pinched, and he said indifferently: "Then it's up to you, tonight is the time when the sky is the moon and the moon, and it is the time when the yin qi of this conference is the most vigorous, if you miss it, let alone the ancestor of the wizard, even a random god will not have a chance to recruit it." ”

Wang Tu's words went straight to the hearts of all the wizards, they used all kinds of divination witchcraft, so that today was the best time to hold a major event in the witch gate, and as a result, Wang Tu guessed it casually?

Could it be that this person can also do divination?

"Han Lao, I'm afraid there is not much time now, if you don't start to hold a major event in Wumen, I'm afraid that I will miss a good time once in a century. A purple-robed wizard said.

Han Lao is relatively old here, and naturally has a higher prestige, many wizards look here, Han Lao hesitated again and again, so he had to nod his head and said: "Okay, I am going to arrange people and hold a big event in the witch gate!"

"White-clothed Heavenly Master, I hope you will keep your promise and not interfere in the holding of major events in my witch sect, but even if you want to interfere, it is best to weigh your own ability!"

Han Lao threatened, and the surrounding wizards and warriors also stood in their own positions, but many warriors had their eyes on Wang Tu, and they were invited to protect the successful completion of the witch gate.

Among them, there was no shortage of Grandmasters, and Wang Disciple's divine sense scan could detect the presence of even the Heavenly Master of Baodan.

I have to say that in order to protect this witchcraft event, the witchcraft organization in F Continent has exhausted its hole cards, and all the connections that can be invited have been pulled.

And just when the Wumen event was about to open, those troops also turned their heads and aimed all their guns and shells at the motionless kings in the sky.

But the king and his disciples were opposite, and he really didn't mean to interfere.

And the wizards below can't take care of the king's disciples, even if the king's disciples want to interfere, they can only hold the witch's big things head-on.

"Oh, there are formations of this level in the mortal realm. Wang Tu looked at the wizards in all directions, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

I saw that many wizards under my feet pinched the magic in their hands and arranged them into a magic array, which was somewhat similar to the Yin and Yang Bagua Array of Huaguo, but this formation was a super large formation that required more than 100 people, and the strength requirements were very high.

Standing in the middle are the top ten purple-robed wizards led by Han Lao, and the periphery are all blue-robed wizards, like the green-robed wizards with lower strength, they don't even have the qualifications to participate in the formation, this lineup is not luxurious.

I only heard a burst of low moans, this sound was wrapped in terrifying mana, but it seemed to be able to penetrate the soul when it fell into the ear, and it was a magic master here, and the soul was dissipated by this low moan.

But for the king, it was just a small cool breeze.

Han Lao did not forget to expand his divine consciousness while pinching the law decision, wanting to see how embarrassed Wang Tu was at the moment, but as soon as he unfolded his divine sense, he was pressed back by a soul power like a sea tide.

"How is this possible?" Han Lao's expression became flustered for a moment, so he had no choice but to withdraw his divine consciousness and continue the ritual.

"Spiritualism in witchcraft?"

In the eyes of the king's disciples, the bursts of souls were caused by the formation, surging like mist from all directions, and gradually condensed into figures in the middle of the formation.

"Welcome to the first deity of the great event of the Witch Gate!"

With a roar that was enough to shock the soul, the soul was solidified.

"How long have I been asleep, my slave?" said the soul in a very dull voice.

Han Lao and the wizards around him bowed respectfully and said, "It's been 1,600 years. ”

"Mummy, is this your god?" Wang Tu looked at the completely condensed soul body in front of him, and suddenly sneered.

"Mortal slave, don't kneel down quickly when you see me!" The mummy suddenly raised his head, a pair of bandaged eyes glared at him, and his consciousness surged wildly, trying to knock down the king's disciples.

"What are you?" the king also responded with a roar, which shook the earth and knocked the mummy's consciousness back.

"How is it possible? When did Fan Nu have such a terrifying divine thought?" The mummy's body trembled, but it was a pity that his face was wrapped in bandages, otherwise he would have seen a shocked face.

"Who gave you the guts to dare to call me a mortal?" said the king coldly, and his right hand slammed out a wind blade and slashed towards the mummy.

The knife was so powerful that it instantly pierced the mummy as if it had traveled through time and space, cutting off all the bandages on his body.

But in the blink of an eye, the severed part of the mummy was sewn back together.

"White-clothed Heavenly Master, didn't you say that you wouldn't interfere in the affairs of the Wumen, could it be that you Chinese people are all going back on your word like this?"

The king shrugged his shoulders and said, "Which eye did you see me interfering with you?"

Han Lao was angry, Wang Tu just pinched a wind blade, but he just happened to hit the mummy, and he really didn't interfere with their witch sect affairs.

"My slave, continue the great ritual of conjuring gods, this kid I will come for a while, just to loosen my thousand-year-old bones!" the mummy smiled arrogantly, his voice as bitter as a demon.

I saw the mummy stepping on his feet, and countless sands and dust surged up, pushing the mummy into the sky like a wave.

"Stepping into the air, you must be among the Realm Masters! Dare to challenge my Divine Summoning Ceremony, could it be that you are a member of the Heavenly Master's Dao?" the mummy and the king disciples were separated by a hundred meters, and the divine consciousness began a dialogue.

The soul of this mummy alone is a little more terrifying than the group of purple-robed wizards of Han Lao combined.

But in the face of this mummy with a quaint atmosphere, Wang Tu did not have the slightest intention of flinching, but laughed.

"No, the breath on your body is not the way of the Heavenly Master, and it doesn't have the sharpness of Lei Fa, if it weren't for the foot hanging in the air, I thought it would be the lowest slave. The mummy laughed wildly as if relieved.

"If it's not the Heavenly Master, you dare to be presumptuous in my desert land!"

With a wave of the mummy's hand, countless wild sand struck from all directions, and the grains of sand formed into shapes, almost without dead ends, encircling the king's disciples in it, forming a large circle.

"Kill!"

With the mummy's loud shout, the thousands of fine sand suddenly shrank towards the king, turning into a condensed sand curtain, and from this range, the king's disciple had no way to hide, and was about to be cut into a blood mist.

The mummy was about to laugh at the king's incompetence, when the words came to his lips and froze.

I saw that the sand curtain was about to strangle the king's disciples, but even if it stopped four or five meters around the king's disciples, no matter how crowded they were, they couldn't advance for half a minute.

"How can there be such a hard body protector?"

The mummy was stunned, and his divine sense quickly swept over the king's disciples, and then he took two steps back sharply.

"You are the realm of the Heavenly Master of Baodan? I have observed your bone age with my divine sense, and I don't need to use any rejuvenation techniques, my actual age is only seventeen or eighteen years old, how can I achieve the realm of the Heavenly Master of Baodan?"

Even if the current cultivation of the Wang disciple was placed thousands of years ago, it was the existence of the demon to the apex.

However, the mummy's expression immediately calmed down, a pair of empty eyes looked at the king disciple, and his voice was as cold as a bone: "Whether it is a divine mind or a physical body, you have been tempered to the extreme, it is really too demonic, if I don't kill you today and let you grow up wantonly, won't it be a big trouble in my desert country in the future!"

The king stood with his hands in his hands, not in the slightest posture of defending against the attack, and with a single step on his foot, the countless gravel exploded.

His expression was indifferent, and then he smiled coldly and said:

"Then it depends on whether you have what it takes to kill me. ”()

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