Chapter Seventy-Two: A Different Martial Pole Sect

Wu Jizong's order is to kill Di Yuan on the spot immediately after finding Di Yuan at all costs, don't talk nonsense, and never suffer in the future. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The previous kind of ridicule and sarcasm, I didn't see Di Yuan any fear. The real person with the broken sword felt bored.

It had only been half an hour since he found Di Yuan, and after the taunt, his face sank, and he was ready to do it immediately.

"When you are reincarnated in the next life, remember not to mess with our Wuji Sect!"

The Broken Sword True Man clenched the magic sword and stabbed Di Yuan's neck.

"Wu Jizong, that kind of scum, is also worthy of carrying shoes with me!"

Behind the Broken Sword Real Man, a voice full of anger suddenly came.

It was Tang Zhu. As soon as he condensed the primordial spirit into an entity, he saw the scene of the Broken Sword real person raising his sword to stab.

If it weren't for the fact that there was something wrong with the spatial teleportation, and Tang Zhu's pre-stored spiritual power hadn't all arrived, he would have been able to directly cover it from the host Heavenly Spirit.

When the time comes, there is no need to talk nonsense, just kill the guy in front of you first.

Di Yuan, who was sitting on the ground, was stunned by this surprise.

[Sure enough, it was as I thought. 】

As early as the auction hall, Di Yuan was suspicious. As a destiny protagonist with a normal IQ, he is always more inclined to think independently, and is always wary and suspicious of anything that does not make sense.

As the host of the system, isn't it strange that he can't directly control the system? All the gains were transferred to Di Yuan from the system, how could this be in line with the normal situation of the plane?

And, as a system consciousness, it has a lot more words. The words in my head are sometimes wise, sometimes funny. As a thing that is similar to the machine spirit of this plane in Di Yuan's opinion, it is inevitably too intelligent, right?

But Di Yuan had no other way at that time, and he had to seize the opportunity in front of him. He has no bargaining power. Even he was afraid, in case of questioning. The system will leave itself.

He has lost too much and cannot afford to lose the system again.

So, Di Yuan has been pretending to be stupid.

It wasn't until the moment Tang Zhu proposed to leave that Di Yuan suddenly figured out something.

This system consciousness is not a machine spirit at all, it is a living person!

Maybe it's a primordial baby, a spiritual sense, a divine soul, or even a mess like an immortal soul. However, it is not a system consciousness, let alone an instrumental spirit.

In Di Yuan's opinion, Tang Zhu may be a great power from the immortal realm or even a higher world. This power has created the "strongest anti-loading and slapping system", which surpasses countless magic weapons of the same kind.

But for some reason, he didn't hide this system privately, but took it to the Nether to use. Maybe the rules of the fairy world are different, and only when the system is recognized by more people can Tang Zhu get more benefits.

However, this is not what Di Yuan considered. The "strongest anti-pretending and slapping face system", which is a world-shattering affair, can actually be created by Tang Zhu, and it can be glimpsed that this Tang Zhu must be extremely powerful.

As long as this system consciousness is a living person, Di Yuan has a little thought in his heart. Who would humbly ask for advice from a machine spirit? Who will respect a machine spirit? And if the other party is a living person, all this is very different.

"Who?" As soon as the Broken Sword True Man broke out in a cold sweat, he condensed all his strength, struck back, and released a firework by the way.

This firework is a symbol of summoning all the same sects and affiliated forces within a radius of 3,000 miles. Moreover, the real person of Broken Sword was deeply disturbed and released fireworks with the highest danger.

[It's not good, it's going to die, it's going to die...... It's really time to slap yourself in the mouth, why delay that half an hour of time, how good it would be to kill directly! 】

Sure enough, as expected by the real person with the broken sword, the sword did not hit.

"Bang bang!"

Before the real person of the broken sword could come to his senses, he was knocked away by a huge force and flew nine zhang away.

The Broken Sword True Man was like a cannonball out of the chamber, directly shattering the boulder behind him, leaving a straight line in the air formed by the convergence of overflowing spiritual power.

"Ahem, vomit ......"

Broken Sword broke free from the boulder depression and knelt on one leg, trying to maintain his balance with his sword.

"Wow......"

Several mouthfuls of blood spat out from the mouth of the Broken Sword True Person.

"Fellow Daoist, if you have something to say, don't be so angry."

The Broken Sword True Man raised his head, his face full of helplessness.

[This is an old monk who is above the middle of the Yuan Infant. 】

Broken Sword made a judgment from his heart.

[And the cultivation is extremely profound. 】

Tang Zhu looked at the broken sword with a cruel smile, and a spirit disk was spinning extremely fast on his right hand.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Tang Zhu directly hung the Broken Sword True Person with a spiritual power lock, and the spirit disk continued to rotate, whipping the Broken Sword's burnt cheeks.

"Fellow Daoist, stop fighting, you must ...... Yes...... Misunderstand. The Broken Sword True Tongue couldn't speak clearly, and his cheeks were slightly red and swollen.

And while he begged for mercy, he secretly pinched the magic trick.

"Brush!"

Tang Zhu felt a strong wind coming behind him, and snorted coldly. He continued to hang the broken sword in the air, allowing the disc to spin on its own.

After all, you can't stop slapping your face.