While Lu Feiwei fainted, the thin Taoist wiped the sweat on his forehead: "It's so dangerous." The fat Taoist smiled: "I didn't expect the emperor to have no idea of waking up, why is this?"

The thin man shook his head: "The emperor's thoughts, I can't guess yet, maybe the time has not come." I almost leaked my breath, but luckily you came back. ”

The bearded man said: "The person in front of me is indeed the reincarnation of the Great Emperor, otherwise how would he see what happened in the Middle-earth Emperor Domain." It's just that he still has power in his body that doesn't belong to this world, could it be that this is the emperor's plan?"

"Shut up!" The thin Taoist suddenly changed his face, and scolded solemnly, stopping the bearded Taoist man's words, the bearded Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head: "It's me who is reckless." ”

The thin Taoist looked at the top of the Sanqing Palace, his eyes seemed to have passed through all the obstacles, and he looked into the depths of the sky, and a trace of inexplicable meaning flashed in his eyes: "We are waiting for the catastrophe, the reincarnation of reincarnation, the deep sleep of sleep, all this happened too fast." Although we don't know the reason, the emperor must know better than us, and there is a reason why he doesn't show up, so we should continue to sleep, so as not to attract attention. ”

The two nodded, and Sanqing returned to the sculpture again, except for Lu Feiwei, who was unconscious on the ground, everything in the Sanqing Hall had not changed, as if nothing had happened.

On the Shushan Square, the battle between Shushan and Wu Chengsi is inseparable. Elder Zhenwu and Elder Lude fight, although Zhenwu's strength is slightly superior, but after all, it is in the territory of Shushan, and he is afraid of accidentally injuring his disciples, so he is tied.

Wu Chengsi used the art of corpse refining to turn an army under his command into a corpse army, and the corpse general led by him combined with the strength of an army, and he could actually fight on a par with another Shushan Yuan God Elder.

The disciples of the Water Spirit Palace formed a large array, and under the invasion of demonic energy, their strength actually went to a higher level, although they retreated under the offensive of the rest of the disciples of the angry Shu Mountain, but under the continuous bombardment of Wu Chengsi's Youlong Palace, Wang Shouyi and the others were still distracted by the Zhou Tian Great Array, so they did not achieve any effective results.

The disciples of the academy took the Three Spirit Array and boarded a Wandering Dragon Palace, but they were restricted by various mechanisms in the Wandering Dragon Palace. The scene was at a stalemate.

At this time, Wu Chengsi found Yun Lang in the crowd, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Yun City Lord! Are you going to betray this king? Don't you want the lives of your wife and children?" Hearing this, everyone in the academy was shocked, and almost forgot that Yun Lang was the original king of Shu, and if he was in battle, I am afraid that the situation would fall to Wu Chengsi's side.

Yun Lang was entangled in his heart, but he didn't expect that he was still discovered by the King of Shu! Just when Yun Lang wanted to fly up and join the camp of the King of Shu, he caught a glimpse of Mu Shiyi not far away, and Mu Shiyi's eyes flashed with golden light, as if there was a deep meaning. Yun Lang shuddered fiercely, almost forgetting that there is a hidden spirit king here, this time the king of Shu will be defeated, he can't stand on the wrong team at a critical moment!

Yun Lang flew up and said righteously: "Wu Chengsi, you are ridiculous and unreasonable! You actually brutalized the people under your rule, and I, Yun Lang, have long had a counterintention! I will take you for Wu Guo today and make up for it!"

The academy disciples who said these words were dumbfounded, and Wu Cheng's face turned blue with anger. If Yun Lang really had such intentions, he had defected and left at the beginning of his incident, how could he only think of this now.

Wu Chengsi said coldly: "Very good, Cloud City Lord, it seems that there is no need for your wife and children to survive, after this king exterminates you, he will put your flesh and blood to death when he goes back!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Yun Lang's eyes: "If you want to move my wife and children, I'm afraid you won't have this chance!" Yun Lang flew up and rushed towards Wu Chengsi, as long as the King of Shu can't go back, his wife and children will be safe!

Yun Lang pinned all his hopes on Mu Shiyi at this time, waiting for Mu Shiyi to wake up and give the King of Shu a fatal blow by surprise.

However, there was no movement after the golden light flashed in Mu Shiyi's eyes, and Yun Lang became more and more frightened the more he fought: "What's the matter? Why didn't that senior make a move?" Mu Shiyi didn't make a move, Yun Lang would be difficult to ride a tiger, and if Wu Chengsi was offended in front of him, I am afraid there is no turning back.

On the battlefield in the distance, Fang Zhizhi wiped the blood in his mouth, and the arm under the sleeve robe was cut off by the demon god clone, although the doppelganger in front of him was wooden, but the combat experience was really sophisticated, and he didn't check any of them, and he actually suffered such a big loss! Fang Zhizhi looked at the broken arm that fell downward, his body moved, and he crossed the space to catch the arm below, and pressed it on the broken arm.

A strange thing happened, the broken arm actually began to heal slowly, Fang Zhizhi's face became a little pale, this time it consumed almost one percent of the origin power of his Spirit King body, but he couldn't continue to drag it on like this!

Fang Zhizhi shouted, and behind Fang Zhizhi, the figure of a giant slowly appeared in the space, and in the hand of the giant, a hundred-foot book appeared. Fang Zhizhi actually summoned all of his Spirit King bodies, with the idea of a quick solution, thanks to the battle!

Although the demon god clone is not mentally sound, it still feels the danger. The form of the demon god clone changed again, and he actually put away the remaining six of the eight arms, leaving only the arms of the main body, as the six arms dissipated, the body of the demon god clone became larger and larger, the dark body turned scarlet, the black qi all over the body soared, and the killing intent surged.

The book in the hands of the Spirit King behind Fang Zhizhi was windless, and soon came to the last page, and on the left side of the last page was a big word of defeat. The word "ruin" floated out of the book and expanded in the air, and the sky was actually infected with ink, and a wave of decay rushed straight into the sky, staining the surrounding clouds black, and it seemed that even the sky was connected

"Hundred Laws in the Scroll, Recipe for Defeating Words!" Fang Zhizhi shouted, the big defeated words in the sky condensed the Yuan Force of the Spirit King's body, stirred the aura of heaven and earth, turned into a hundred-zhang halberd, and stabbed out in front of him, and the tail of the halberd appeared a slight smash, drawing a gray trace in the air.

With this blow, the space was shattered, and the power can be imagined!

The demon god clone roared, his arms bulged out of thin air, and a halberd also appeared in his hand, rolling up blood and black gas, spinning rapidly, turning into an abyssal vortex in front of him, swallowing the halberd whole.

Fang Zhizhi's face remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to be annoyed that this blow had not worked, and the next moment, the space was distorted, and the long halberd broke through the air again, rushing out of the whirlpool, and fiercely piercing the chest of the demon god clone.

The demon god clone roared in pain, and cracks appeared everywhere on the scarlet body, and where the cracks were, gray colors gradually diffused. Fang Zhizhi sneered, how could the meaning of defeat be so easy to stop?

"Let me send you one last ride!" Fang Zhizhi's hand flipped the scroll, a huge killing word appeared, the clouds in the air were scattered one after another, and suddenly the sky was clear, a radius of a hundred miles, full of killing intent!

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