In the sky above Puluo City, an imperceptible shadow floated by, quickly flying towards the southwest Locked Sky Sea.

Huang Jie, as the guardian god of war in the Western Regions, he no longer knew that many S teenagers had not been so anxious, which also stemmed from the news that he received the angry axe before.

The angry axe has the same opinion as him, Wen Yiming has grown up all the way and has not asked anyone for help, this time it must be a matter of the overall situation, and as the uncrowned king of the four guardian gods of war, he knows better what Wen Yiming who successfully returned from the Amani Cliff represents, and he has already gotten the news of the guardian god of Zu'an.

The angry axe is indeed not the oldest among the four guardian gods of war, but he definitely knows the most secrets, and he only has one message to Huang Jie.

Wen Yiming can't make a mistake!

The angry axe didn't know where to return today, and had been guarding the Death Canyon in Sanguan in northern Xinjiang, Lao Wu came to tell him, and he didn't say a word and rushed towards the southwest sea without mentioning Lao Wu.

Along the way, he gathered as much information as he could, and in the end, he decided that this time the situation was even more serious than he imagined.

He believed that Wen Yiming went to Shuangcheng for the ancient cold stone, and after alarming Shu Jianfeng, he took the move to transfer the tiger away from the mountain and let the Eight Tartars collect the ancient cold stone, which was a feasible way.

However, if Shu Jianfeng, who awakened Gang Xuan's memory, could give up the ancient cold stone and chase Wen Yiming all the way to the end of the world in advance, what would this mean?

Shu Jianfeng, who represents incomparable forbearance, attaches more importance to Wen Yiming than the Ancient Cold Stone, the Ancient Cold Stone is related to the overall situation of the comeback of the demon race, and it is impossible for Shu Jianfeng, who cultivates the Code of Resentment, not to know the severity.

"Can't make a mistake!" The serious expression of the angry axe muttering to himself was extremely solemn, which made the old black who was being carried feel frightened, and he saw countless pale golden axe shadows flashing in the eyes of the angry axe, which actually made him almost lose his breath.

In Lao Wu's opinion, a Shu Jianfeng can make Ling Xiao God of War go to support at great speed is enough to surprise the world's attention, but the seemingly dull farmer-like angry axe still has to rush over despite the long distance and the destruction of the southern portal, he can imagine the seriousness of the situation.

Angry Axe is not a fool, nor is he an ordinary novice.

"Not there yet?"

The angry axe sent a message towards Huang Jie, and the speed increased again, and Lao Wu only felt that his face had been distorted by the air current.

Suddenly, the palm of the angry axe tightened, and he almost pinched Lao Wu to scream.

In the direction of the southwest sea area, there was a roar in the sky above it, and a circle of shock waves could still be faintly seen spreading out thousands of miles away.

"Crush Attack!"

The speed of the angry axe did not decrease, and his pupils shrank, he knew that it was the crushing attack triggered by Wen Yiming in the advanced unyielding, and he was relieved and extremely worried at the same time, because from the shock wave, he could see that the crushing attack did not take advantage, and he couldn't sense the specific aura from too far away.

And Huang Jie, who had already rushed into the Locked Heaven Sea area, was shocked and blurted out: "Resentment of the Underworld!"

He had heard Wen Yiming say something like that, and he could judge from the specific description of that information, combined with the scene in front of him and the breath he perceived, that Shu Jianfeng had cultivated into a resentful body.

Before, he felt that Wen Yiming triggered a crushing attack in a desperate situation, and he was originally happy in his heart, but he didn't think that Shu Jianfeng's luck was also not bad, and the resentful underworld body was immune to damage triggering, so that Wen Yiming's violent crushing attacks all failed, except for resisting Shu Jianfeng's attack, he made no achievements.

In the laughter, Wen Yiming was powerless in the face of Shu Jianfeng's next volley, he was forced to escape with a short strong retreat, and the last blow erupted into a crushing attack that left his true yuan and spiritual power behind, and Shu Jianfeng, who was immune to damage, did not suffer any shock, and the connection of the attack did not fall in the slightest, which was even more fierce than Fang Cai.

Wen Yiming, who was about to try his best to escape, suddenly saw a figure shooting rapidly from the sea near the Western Regions, and hurriedly stabilized his mind and tried his best to support the defense.

He knew that it was Huang Jie who was coming, and Huang Jie, who made a panic move, shook Shu Jianfeng's attack with a Zhenyuan big hand, and felt that the rich black qi was rapidly corroding along the Zhenyuan big hand, and his heart was terrified, so the demonic qi was not easy to resist even his super god of war's cultivation, this was still in Wen Yiming's invisible forbidden demon realm, and he finally understood why Wen Yiming forcibly stopped, it turned out that he paid enough attention to Shu Jianfeng's demonic qi.

Can't stay!

Huang Jie's momentum soared, and an invisible coercion rose impressively, directly enveloping Shu Jianfeng, and then he heard Wen Yiming's voice: "He is a human demon, the hope of the demon race, and he will die!"

Demons?

Huang Jie didn't understand, it was the first time he had heard of this title, but he knew that now Wen Yiming's insight as the patron saint of Zu'an, with just one sentence of 'the hope of the demon race', had already pronounced Shu Jianfeng's death sentence.

At this moment, he coincided with Wen Yiming's thoughts.

A dead hand must be struck!

Bang!

The coercion above Shu Jianfeng roared, overwhelmed as if the space had collapsed, and a heavy pressure was born out of thin air.

Huang Jie, who was dressed in a brocade robe, burst out with all his strength, without taking into account his identity as the guardian god of war, and the sword shadow that fell from high in the sky made the sky dark, but there was no spilling out the slightest violent power, which showed that the control of the attack was subtle to the extreme.

Wen Yiming stepped back and stayed away, so that the invisible forbidden demon realm could cover Huang Jie, he had no True Yuan spiritual power at the moment, and he was really afraid that he would be shocked by the aftermath.

"How is that possible?"

His gaze swept over Shu Jianfeng, Wen Yiming didn't even perceive any panic on the other side, his eyes were still sneering, and what was even more exaggerated was that he directly gave up his defensive position and re-sacrificed the Code of Resentment, and between his distorted pupils, he was about to forcibly open the Code and cast the Phantom Broken Knife.

Where does self-confidence come from?

When Wen Yiming was extremely puzzled, a familiar harsh cry came.

"Huang Jie, so majestic!"

Jiao Yu and the figure came at the same time, and the incomparable sword that Huang Jie slashed down above the sky suddenly stopped, and was violently shocked by a narrow long sword.

"She Xi Rong!"

Wen Yiming and Huang Jie spoke out in unison, the former spoke in a heavy tone, and the latter was more surprised.

Huang Jie was shocked back in the all-out attack, and in the moment of his frozenness, countless doubts flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand and unfolded his sleeve robe, and lightly swept away Shu Jianfeng's phantom broken knife, and said to She Xirong: "The strength has increased so much, is it the reason for being demonized?"

Wen Yiming was secretly amazed by the strength of the Super God of War, his difficult to resist the phantom broken knife was like child's play in Huang Jie's hands, and he also sensed that a trace of loss flashed on Shu Jianfeng's face.

Guarding the God of War, after all, in the front row of the Heavenly Gift Tower, how could he be easily defeated.

She Xirong's eyes crossed Huang Jie, locked on Wen Yiming, and said, "So what?"

Then he looked at Huang Jie and said lightly: "Huang Lao'er, the acquaintance is gone, we just need Wen Yiming!"

Without waiting for Huang Jie to answer, he approached him directly, and said at the same time: "Long Zhengu, you and the demon lord quickly kill Wen Yiming, and Huang Jie will hand it over to me!"

Before She Xirong's words fell, Wen Yiming had already sensed that a golden-robed man appeared out of thin air in the aura of concentration, with white temples and thick eyebrows and big eyes, which was quite threatening, but he did not look like an evil man.

Needless to say, this is also the dragon Zhengu in She Xirong's mouth, Wen Yiming's thoughts were a little overwhelmed for a while, and Huang Jie's face was also puzzled, and at the same time extremely anxious.

(End of chapter)