There was a faint purple qi floating on his face, and his face was full of majesty, King Chengjun, his face was pale, and he cursed angrily:

"You are a slave who is not as good as a pig and a dog, you dare to transfer armor soldiers without permission, and you also lend the king's token to the sect, what a big dog!"

King Chengjun saw that Steward Hu's eyes were hollow and slumped on the ground, and a trace of disgust couldn't help but rise in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice:

"At the end of today's matter, this king will definitely take your life, no, take the life of your whole family!"

There was a look of fear on Steward Hu's face, and he just wanted to beg for mercy when the general next to him stepped forward and knocked out his teeth with a punch. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info The blood and teeth were swallowed by the butler and stuck in his throat, and he could only whine in pain like a baby babbling.

More than a dozen battalion leaders and teams wearing school uniforms were surrounding King Chengjun, faintly protecting.

"The French Open, close it for this king!"

King Chengjun's eyes were filled with purple qi floating and he shouted loudly into the air.

Bai Jiao, who was obstructing the closure of the legal net, received his order, and suddenly turned into a white light and disappeared into nothingness.

And the legal net hanging in the air also began to slowly merge, and it was about to merge into one.

The ghosts roared angrily. Some of the ghosts and gods tried to use their bodies to stop the closing of the legal net, but they were doomed to fail.

One by one, the ghosts and gods were instantly burned into ashes by the blazing dragon qi.

Their actions are destined to be moths to the fire, and they are destined to be mantis arms as cars.

The ghosts and gods looked at the air with some despair.

Suddenly, two huge, fluffy arms suddenly poked out, and the big hands that covered the sky and the sun tore at the legal net.

The blazing dragon qi left black marks on his palms like a soldering iron.

All they heard was a muffled grunt of pain.

The giant hands shrank back quickly.

But in just such a moment, there were countless ghosts and gods who broke through the legal net and entered the territory of Daqian like meteors.

"Meteor shower!"

There was an innocent child looking at the air with an innocent smile rising on his face.

But the faces of the adults showed an indelible gloom.

"Moo!"

The martial arts saint watched more and more ghosts and gods rushing out of the black hole, and couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and after inhaling a large amount of air in his chest, he let out a thunderous roar like a dragon's roar.

"Moo!"

"Moo!"

"Moo!"

The Martial Saint's mouth opened widely, and the mouth, chest, and abdomen resonated, and sound waves spread out like ripples.

One by one, the ghosts and gods were abruptly shattered and turned into black smoke.

Moo!

The Martial Saint inhaled again and let out a loud roar.

But the interesting thing is that the sound of the martial saint gets smaller and smaller every time, and in the end, it is like a fist hitting cotton, which is indescribably dull.

"Why is it getting quieter?"

Someone looked at the martial saint and asked with a surprised expression.

"Could it be that the Martial Saint has no strength?"

The ghosts and gods in the sky were also surprised, and there was a mocking look in their eyes.

But Situ Xing's eyes showed a look of fear, and he shot backwards without any hesitation.

The same is true of the great Confucian standing in the air, who was surprised to see many ghosts and gods. They couldn't understand what there was to fear at such a small noise.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The windows of the houses were shattered, and the white window paper and wood chips flew everywhere, making a crackling sound against the walls.

The bluestone walls cracked abruptly, revealing black cracks that ran through the entire building.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Houses were reduced to rubble as everyone watched in shock. Fortunately, the people inside had already fled, so there were no casualties.

"The house has collapsed!"

"How powerful is this to make these buildings that have survived a hundred years of wind and frost and can still be as strong as ever?"

Looking at the suddenly shattered and collapsed houses, the soldiers thought secretly in their hearts.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The faces of the more than ten house slaves and soldiers closest to the Martial Saint suddenly became strange, and their heads were like ripe watermelons, suddenly exploding.

The mixture of red blood and white brain pulp creates an indescribable horror. The rest of the soldiers looked at the martial arts saint standing in the air with some fear.

There was a hint of guilt in the martial arts saint's eyes, but instead of stopping, he mustered up more strength, making the roar more impactful.

"Sacrifice!"

Looking at the soldiers whose heads suddenly exploded, the eyes of many ghosts and gods showed mockery. There was even a hint of disdain on the corner of the ghost's mouth.

But their smiles soon froze.

Because there was a sound around them that looked like glassware breaking.

Many ghosts and gods looked around in amazement, and at some point, black cracks appeared in the stable space.

A huge suction force suddenly came, and the thin ghost god involuntarily flew towards the black crack.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

A large area of no less than a few thousand ghosts and gods was torn to pieces by the power of space, or their thoughts were shattered by sound waves, turning into a pile of flying ashes.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Looking at the ghosts and gods who had been swallowed by the rift and had been shattered by the sound waves, the soldiers standing on the ground all raised their spears in their hands and shouted loudly.

The morale that had been declining a little just now suddenly became high.

"This king will personally beat the drum and cheer for the saints!"

King Chengjun's face also showed a hint of excitement, and he personally boarded the drum car, clenched the drumstick with both hands, and used the strength of his whole body to hit the drum surface made of cowhide.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The huge drum sounded, and the soldiers, who were already high morale, became more and more excited.

A trace of military aura rose and condensed into a sinuous white Jiao in the air.

Before more than a dozen ghosts and gods approaching the military formation could react, they were devoured by Bai Jiao's big mouth.

The martial arts saint standing in the air couldn't help but show a hint of joy in his eyes when he saw King Chengjun personally cheering for him. The open mouth devours the air at a faster rate.

The sound he roared was even quieter, and at the end it was like a mosquito chirping!

Pieces of ghosts and gods were shattered by the sound waves, and deep cracks appeared in the space.

A trace of worry couldn't help but rise in everyone's hearts, fearing that the space would be completely shattered by the Martial Saint.

If Situ knew what everyone was thinking, he would definitely sneer.

The Martial Saint is powerful, but it is not enough to break the shackles of space.

Only by passing the human immortal and becoming a master of the "void" can he completely break the shackles of space and shuttle through the thousands of planes.

"Oh my God!"

Looking at the obvious lack of a large number of ghosts and gods, Situ Xing's eyes showed a look of shock.

"Oin Ruoxi!"

"Oin Ruoxi!"

The voice of the Martial Dao Sage was not getting smaller, but it was too big, to the other extreme.

"It's scary!"

"The combat power of the Martial Saint powerhouse is truly terrifying. ”

Situ Xing's pupils constricted, and his face was terrified. The same was true for the others, and the faces of those who had just suspected the weakness of the Martial Saint were even paler.

The Martial Saint's loud roar also seemed to have consumed a lot of essence blood, and he stood in the air with a somewhat pale face, staring ahead with his eyes like knives.

King Chengjun stood on top of the drum cart and used the command banner to command the army to strangle the ghosts and gods.

But there was no relaxed expression on his face, but it became a little heavier.

Because the ghosts and gods in the air did not decrease in the slightest, and the ghosts and gods actually learned to avoid their edges, they no longer fought against the martial saints and the army, but turned into meteors and landed on the earth one by one.

Or turn into grass and trees, or turn into stones, or directly occupy the magpie's nest and take away the human shell.

"This?"

The big Confucian standing in the air was also pale.

These ghosts are far more intelligent and cunning than they think.

"They must be killed, otherwise there will be even more commotion. ”

King Chengjun looked at everything in front of him, and his face suddenly turned pale. Some angrily kicked the butler who was lying on the ground, especially angry, and pulled out the long sword from his waist to finish him.

was so frightened that Hu Guan suddenly turned pale, his eyes rolled and he fainted, and the feces and urine were even more smoking.

King Chengjun, who saw it, was even more displeased in his eyes.

"Lord Wang, this nonsense can't be killed!"

Just as King Chengjun's long sword was about to fall, a middle-aged man in a Confucian suit with three strands of long hair hurriedly walked out of the crowd and said anxiously.

"This incident started because of him, and not killing is not enough to anger the people. ”

King Chengjun looked at the collapsed houses around him, as well as the wandering civilians, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he sighed with some sadness.

"Of course, this liao should be killed, but it should not be killed by the prince. ”

"Daqian has a law, and the prince should hand him over to the government, and ask the governor, Your Majesty to convict. ”

King Chengjun glanced at the middle-aged strategist and the expressions around him, and finally shook his head and said:

"That's it, that's it, spare him a dog's life. ”

Situ Xing watched as more and more ghosts and gods broke through the blockade of the Martial Saint and the army, falling on the earth like meteors. There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Most of these ghosts and gods are natural spirits, inhumane and cruel.

If you don't catch them all, you will surely be in trouble.

The great Confucian standing in the air also understood this truth, and the brush in his hand wrote in the air:

Mencius said: "I am good at nurturing my haoran qi, which is also qi, the greatest to the strongest, and it is harmless to be directly raised, and it is stuffed between heaven and earth." It is qi, worthy of righteousness and Tao; It is born of righteousness, and it is taken from the unrighteousness. ”

Halfway through the writing, his brush could no longer fall, as if there was an earth-shattering secret in this article, which was jealous of heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.

Syllable!

Just when he wanted to force the writing, the brush carved from beautiful jade broke out of thin air.

"Humph!"

The great Confucian Chen Jiuzhang's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he bit off his fingers with his teeth.

Use the white bones of the Great Confucian as the pen and the blood as the ink, and continue to write.

"Stop him!"

The ghosts and gods spotted his vision, and their faces showed fear, and they frantically crashed into the army. Trying to stop Chen Jiuzhang from writing the classics.

But how could the Martial Saint and King Chengjun let them get their way?

The words seemed to have some kind of magic and actually stagnated in the air, and there was a kind of majestic air flowing between the lines.