"Original...... This is what you really rely on, a servant of a high-ranking saint, but who are you?"

Looking at Zhang Tianjiu's cynical smiling face, Chu Zhongtian sighed silently, and then suddenly realized that he had been worried about it before, and everything was in his plan.

Obviously, Zhang Tianjiu had already had a saint's divine soul living in his body, and the agreement with Yu Wenlie's five moves was just to delay time and allow that divine soul to successfully complete the seizure of the golden armor puppet corpse.

This trick of cultivating the plank road in the dark was to keep everyone present in the dark, because no one would pay attention to the lifeless golden-armored puppet corpse while watching the battle.

It's just that Chu Zhongtian couldn't guess that although Zhang Tianjiu's true cultivation was far beyond everyone's expectations, what kind of ability did he have to make a saint willing to become his servant.

In the world of cultivation, although there are many examples of the strong enslaving and driving the weak, those who surrender are basically low-level monks under the Venerable, and they have never seen the absurd thing of a saint being a slave, unless it is a god-level monk who can do it.

But right now, there is a high-level saint who knelt down on one knee in front of Zhang Tianjiu and called the Ninth Master, which is simply an unheard of strange thing.

Don't...... Zhang Tianjiu is actually the descendant of that senior?

Chu Zhongtian suddenly thought of a certain connection, his face changed suddenly, and there was a burst of excitement in his heart, it seemed that only in this way could it be explained.

You must know that it is easy to kill a saint, but it is almost impossible to subdue a saint.

In addition to the supreme supernatural power of that senior, in addition to the high-ranking gods in the entire cultivation realm, a high-level saint can be able to bow down to him.

"It seems that today will be able to fulfill my wish! Three thousand years, finally waiting for this day......"

Chu Zhongtian's complexion changed and finally calmed down, and no one noticed his inner thoughts.

……

In the middle of the street, Yu Wenlie's old face showed an unbelievable look of horror for the first time.

Even if Zhang Tianjiu broke the Wraith Holy Qi before, he never felt the slightest nervousness and panic, because he was confident that the situation was completely under his control, and no matter how many cards Zhang Tianjiu had, he couldn't change the final outcome.

But he had calculated everything, and he never imagined that this golden-armored puppet corpse would suddenly be resurrected and become a high-level saint whose strength was not weaker than his own in the slightest.

The one who snatched the corpse of the golden armor puppet was, of course, Wei Wuya, which was something that Zhang Tianjiu had planned from the beginning.

In the process of moving the corpse of the golden armor puppet, he had already unknowingly released Wei Wuya's primordial spirit, and at that time, everyone's attention was on him and Yu Wenlie, and he didn't pay attention to this strange move at all.

The next thing is to delay time, and when Wei Wuya succeeds in taking it, it will be time to completely reverse the situation.

Although in the process of fighting against Yu Wenlie, he was almost killed by the terrifying Wraith Soul Holy Qi, but fortunately, at the last moment, the Five Elements Spirit Vein was powerful, and once again helped Zhang Tianjiu escape and successfully turned the tables.

Thinking of the scene of falling into endless darkness and almost devouring his body and soul, Zhang Jiuye still felt a little chill in his heart, this time he was forced to make this decision, and in the future, in the case of poor strength, he would not do such a risky thing to kill, and it was the king to return to the world of science and technology as soon as possible to upgrade.

Although it was an old acquaintance, Yu Wenlie could vaguely smell a familiar smell from the aura emanating from the golden armor puppet, but after thousands of years, he couldn't guess Wei Wuya's identity, forcibly stabilized his mind, and said in a deep voice: "This fellow Daoist, old man Yu Wenlie, dare to ask Your Excellency what to call him?"

If you can't guess Zhang Tianjiu's true intentions until now, Yu Wenlie is a fool, of course this golden armor puppet corpse will not come back to life by itself, obviously it was secretly successfully taken away just now.

But as a last resort, Yu Wenlie is really unwilling to fight with a monk of the same level to the death, he already has little longevity left, if he experiences another fierce battle, no matter what the final result is, it will only speed up the consumption of his Yuan Shen and sit down in advance.

has lived for nearly 10,000 years, killed countless strong enemies, but today he was toyed with by a bald junior in applause, when he thought of this, Yu Wenlie couldn't wait to slap himself to death.

If he was given another chance to do it again, Yu Wenlie was extremely confident that he would never talk nonsense with this hateful bald fat man, and directly punched him to scum.

It's a pity that even a god-level monk with the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth can't turn back time, let alone him.

Yu Wenlie's only hope now is to be able to convince Wei Wuya to avoid this battle of life and death, even if it costs something.

Now that his wish to get the golden armor puppet corpse has been completely frustrated, Zhang Tianjiu is still alive, and it is his turn to think about how to save his life.

In fact, before Wei Wuya sat down, it was just the strength of a middle-level saint, and after waiting in the underground palace for three thousand years, the remnant soul was almost swallowed up by Zhang Tianjiu, but fortunately, in the end, it was a blessing in disguise, not only saved his life, but with the help of Zhang Tianjiu, he devoured the remnant souls of the other three generations of ancestors of the Tianluo Sect and restored his previous peak state.

Now, with the help of the anti-heaven body of the golden armor puppet corpse, this former second-generation ancestor of the Heavenly Spirit Sect has finally taken a step forward, and has naturally broken through to become a high-level saint, and his combat power is not at all below a top powerhouse like Yu Wenlie.

After all, not every high-level saint has such a strong physique as a golden armor puppet.

Staring at Yu Wenlie's confused eyes, Wei Wuya snorted coldly with an expressionless face, the murderous aura in his eyes did not converge at all, and he raised his head proudly and said, "Old man, Zhang Tianshi!"

"Poof......

Zhang Tianjiu almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

I really underestimated the face of Wei Wuya, an old ghost......

But then again, the name Zhang Tianshi is quite creative, and if he accepts the younger brother in the future, he can be called Zhang Shiyi and Zhang Twelve......

"Zhang, Zhang Tianshi?"

After Chu Zhongtian and Yu Wenlie heard it, their faces were also full of confusion, and they were dumbfounded.

After living for so long, it is probably the first time they have seen such a brazen sage.

Yu Wenlie finally pressed the urge to die headlong in his heart, his expression was serious, and he spoke again: "If the old man is not mistaken, Your Excellency is driven by this junior, presumably there must be a last resort, or some handle in his hand, the old man promised to help you get rid of this junior and help you regain your freedom, what do you think?"

is also a high-level saint, Yu Wenlie didn't want to believe that there would be someone who was willing to accept a junior as the master.

Even if Zhang Tianjiu is an ancient body cultivator, and even the combat power he shows is extraordinarily powerful, but in front of a high-level saint, he is not a small character who can be easily crushed, what virtue does he have and how can he drive a saint?

Wei Wuya suddenly became furious: "Old horseman, Lao Tzu is willing to follow the Ninth Master, you actually dare to sow discord?"

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Yu Wenlie to react, Wei Wuya roared angrily and directly made a bold move.

A palm was slapped, and the color of the sky and earth changed.

The surging spiritual power was like a tsunami from the mountains, blasting towards Yu Wenlie's head and face.

Since you are bent on death, the old man might as well send you back to the west again, and see where you can get a golden armor puppet to take away when the time comes!"

Knowing that this battle was unavoidable, Yu Wenlie stopped talking nonsense, gathered his mind, let out a long roar, the spiritual power of his whole body robe was drummed, and a huge phantom of the law appeared behind him.

After the monk becomes sanctified, he will be able to condense the dharma of heaven and earth according to the characteristics of his own exercises.

The role of the Dharma is a hundred times more powerful than the divine sense, which contains the cultivation perception of the saint monk's life, the understanding of all things in the Heavenly Dao, and it is rarely used in ordinary times, once it is launched, it means a battle of life and death.

Yu Wenlie was able to cultivate to the point of a high-level saint, and naturally he was also a strong-willed person, once he found that there was no hope of seeking peace, he did not hesitate to unfold the law phase and seize the opportunity.

Zhang Tianjiu's eyes froze.

He had the experience of fighting with the Xiuzhen world for the next three hundred years, and there were countless saint laws that had been shattered by him, so he naturally would not feel unfamiliar.

Yu Wenlie's Dharma Statue is a hundred feet long, covering the sky and the sun, and it seems that the entire Bai Ze City is shrouded in its shadow, and the small Tianhe Alliance headquarters can be trampled on with one foot.

This is the power of a true saint!

What's even more amazing is that behind Yu Wenlie's true body, there are seven vague phantoms hovering, each of which is life-size, with different expressions, including surprise, joy, anger, sadness, sorrow, and fear.

Seeing this scene, even Chu Zhongtian's expression was shocked.

Unexpectedly, the law condensed by Yu Wenlie was actually an extremely rare appearance of seven emotions, if time passed, he could make the seven emotions one, it would be the time for him to step into the realm of the Great Sage.

No wonder Yu Wenlie did not hesitate to offend even the Tianhe Alliance for the sake of the golden armor puppet corpse, it turned out that he was on the verge of breaking through, but he found that he had not much longevity left, and he couldn't take that step.

The unity of seven emotions requires not chance and understanding, but hundreds of years of water grinding time, which happens to be the most lacking thing in Yu Wenlie at the moment, in the case of insufficient longevity, it is undoubtedly the best choice to use the golden armor puppet corpse to be reborn.

As soon as Yuwen Lie's law came out, the heavens and the earth were suddenly shaken.

The spiritual power palm print condensed by Wei Wuya was swept away by the coercion of the law phase in the blink of an eye, and disappeared in the void.

Defeating Wei Wuya's attack, the huge Seven Emotions Law Ministers raised their hands and pointed at each other, and a powerful and incomparable spiritual power suddenly turned into a rolling river in the air, as if even the entire Bai Ze City was about to be submerged.

Wei Wuya's face only condensed slightly, without any panic, he sneered, and jumped into the air.

The battlefield of high-level saints, the small Bai Ze City is obviously not enough, and the vast sky is the most suitable place.