"Give me my life!"

Nan Batian rushed back as soon as he received the summons, but he was still a step too late. My own precious son was beaten to a pulp!

"Brother, listen to me!"

Although he was also desperate, he still dodged the first attack and rolled to the side in embarrassment with Monroe.

"Old dog, you're ruthless!"

Huang Wusupreme also generally felt that the strength of this old man should be around the middle stage of the Immortal King, and then looking at the face and the guy who had just been killed, he also knew that this could not be discussed!

"It's over......"

"Brother Huang, I'm sorry!"

Meng Luo is in the arms of the desolate supreme, and she also sees that Nan Batian's strength is extraordinary, and today she and the desolate supreme will definitely die.

"What are you talking about, don't turn around for a while, and run back to the True Martial Palace"

Desolate Supreme's expression was extremely serious, and his spiritual power wrapped in Monroe and threw it into the distance. Facing Nan Batian in the middle stage of the Immortal King, he didn't have a trace of confidence.

Although there are a lot of things against the sky in the absurd brain, the strength is too weak......

"No...... Brother Desert ......"

Monroe knew that Huang Wusupreme was using his life to help him have a chance to survive, but his strength was too weak to help at all.

"That's right, Grandpa Wu!"

The Monroe Alliance took out a sign, and spiritual power poured in.

"Boy, I'm going to light your soul on the lantern and never enter reincarnation!"

Nan Batian was as if he was enchanted, and with a single piece of spiritual power, he couldn't move.

"Uncle Ara, let me get on the body! I'll kill this thing......"

Wild Nothing's head is flying, and the only hope now is to merge with Killing Wudao. But the strong people lurking from the heavenly realm are like clouds, if they are taken to dissect......

"Nan Batian, do you want to die!"

Just when the Desolate Supreme was about to merge with the Killing Wudao Yuan Shen to smash Nan Batian to death, a familiar voice came. Huang Wusupreme breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that the old man Wu would be able to catch up ninety percent.

Because Mengluo was adopted by Wu Lao, she was like her own daughter, and she was still the person predicted by the ancestor of the True Martial Palace. Monroe has a way to contact the old guy, so she doesn't have to take risks.

"Who?"

Nan Batian, who had almost lost his mind, felt the breath of Wu Lao, and instantly felt like a basin of ice water had been poured on him. looked at the white figure in the distance, with uneasiness on his face.

The Martial Elder seemed to be stepping into the void, but Nan Batian could see that the strength of this old man was comparable to that of the Martial Sect Elder! Only by comprehending the power of the laws of space could he be so dashing!

"Are you...... You are the old martial monster of the True Martial Palace!"

Looking at the familiar martial elder, Nan Batian recognized this old guy.

"You are doing things for me in Nancheng, remember not to provoke anyone"

"Godfather, who is this?"

"Martial Old Monster!"

Nan Batian sounded the words that his godfather said to himself once, and the portrait was exactly the same as the old man in front of him.

"The seniors misunderstood, this kid killed my only son......"

"This is my disciple"

"Senior, you are unreasonable"

"This is my disciple"

......

Although Nan Batian was warned by his godfather, the pain of losing his son made him muster up the courage to argue.

"Grandpa Wu, just now someone who looks similar to this person arrested me, if it weren't for Brother Huang's arrival, Meng'er would have ...... Woowoo"

At this moment, Meng Luo said weakly, and then buried her head in the arms of the desolate Wu very aggrieved.

"Humph!

As soon as Wu Lao heard this, he directly slapped the chattering Nan Batian so that his eyes were full of stars.

"Your son should die, my disciple is to eliminate harm for the people, if you talk more, I will even kill you! I don't think that martial artist dares to say more!"

"Seniors spare their lives!"

Nan Batian felt a murderous aura in his heart, and he got up and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy regardless of his injuries.

"Who is this old guy? Why is he so powerful?"

"Shhh

......

At this time, the movement here also alarmed the martial arts residents of Nancheng, who were looking at Nanbatian who was kneeling and begging for mercy from a distance, and was very interested in the identity of the martial elder!

"Isn't this the master of the True Martial Hall of the Fallen Sect dozens of miles away!"

Someone recognized Wu Lao, after all, the True Martial Hall had also openly recruited disciples before.

"True Martial Palace, I'm going to learn from a teacher!"

"I'll go too"

"Count me in"

......

In the end, Wu Lao spared Nan Batian's life, after all, Nan Batian's godfather had a lot of influence in the martial arts. However, the three of them didn't expect that as soon as they returned to the mountain gate, they saw a large group of warriors waiting in front of the mountain gate.

"I want to sign up, take me!

"I'll ...... first"

One hundred and ten martial artists almost fought, looking at the martial elders excitedly, wanting to worship the True Martial Palace.

"You will solve the absurdity"

Wu Lao thought about it, and directly dropped a sentence and disappeared out of thin air.

"Huh?"

Desolate was dumbfounded, looking at a bunch of hungry old men and saying that things were a bit troublesome.

"Senior brother, I see that you are talented, I have a cousin......"

"Senior sister, I have a cousin who is handsome and chic......"

After the martial arts elder left, these warriors set their sights on the two of them. What is a greeting gift, and what is an apprentice to a cousin......

In the end, Arakumi accepted eight martial artists with good talent and character. After all, the True Martial Palace has been in decline for too long, and this is his home from the Heavenly Realm, so he must do it.

"Thank you, brother, I'll ask my cousin to cook for you another day, she's a gourmand in our village!"

A warrior of the same age as the absurd, named Nicholas Zhao Si, heard that there is a cousin who is famous for hundreds of miles. All kinds of boasting on the edge of the wilderness, and almost didn't spray the wilderness with a face of saliva.

"Roll on...... and beep again to kick you out of the mountain gate!"

The Wild Supreme arranged eight people to sweep the floor, cook, and gardener, etc., so that the True Martial Palace finally had a sense of home.

"Waste...... Brother, I'm ...... Is it pretty?"

Monroe lowered her head and followed the absurdity, never interjecting. After the absurdity sent the crowd away, he asked in a hurry.

"Good-looking, Little Monroe is the best-looking fairy!"

Absurdity touched Mengluo's little head and said with a smile.

"Hmph, that desolate supreme is still thinking about other sisters!"

Monroe was secretly happy when she heard the words of the absurd, but said with a pout.

"Where?"

"Why not? Zhao Si has a cousin, Wang Wu has a cousin, and what other sister-in-law ......?"

Monroe said as she counted her fingers.

"Uh...... Accidental!"

Huang Wusupreme didn't know what to say, he really had a good talent when he accepted these eight people! Those cousins, cousins, and sisters-in-law were all accidents!

Finally comforted and sent away Mengluo, and came to a side hall in front of the desolate one, which was the Refining Pavilion.

"The strength is still too weak."

Huang Wushang sighed, although he was able to fight the early stage of the Immortal King. But there are too many really strong people from the Heavenly Realm, and many of the Divine Realm methods in his mind can't be used.

The previous puppet Anu didn't know who made it, and the materials and techniques were the pinnacle of the fairy world. Now the Wild Supreme can master him as long as he cultivates and integrates the Divine Consciousness Imprint.