"Tongtian, you actually let this avatar sit in this gambling fight?!"

The stunned almost sound of the Three-Eyed Divine Lord sounded in his heart, and the high-profile emperor descended to the extreme, directly causing the monks who were watching from afar to kneel, and everyone would have a certain fear of death, and no one could really say that the guy who was fearless of death could do it except for the existence of the Nine Infants.

Fear of death is human nature. When the incarnation of the Netherworld Emperor, the Sage of the Netherworld, who represented the Netherworld Dao in his palm and firmly grasped the power of death in the palm of his hand, all the monks respectfully gave the supreme one who held death the most sincere bow.

Unless they ascend to the holy throne and achieve eternity, even the Great Luo Golden Immortal will have a moment of death, which means that almost everyone will go through the motions in front of the emperor who is now in charge of the sect, and at this time, even if the emperor is not paying attention, all the monks must be perfect in terms of etiquette, just because they know that whether the emperor knows it or not, it will be a good fate for them when they are reincarnated!

Some of the people in the crowd were not lacking in cleverness, and when they saw the place where the Tongtian Saint was, they had already made up their minds, and as long as they won the battle of interception, they could shout vigorously, even if they shouted at their throats. After all, no one can say whether this emperor will look at their cheering and shouting, feel happy, and add two or three hundred years of longevity to his life and death book with a stroke of the pen.

The Nether Emperor wants to modify the lifespan of a person, but it's just a matter of using his mouth!

"Because of the existence of that Turing, if you want to suppress it, it is still a little weaker with the strength of the Nine Babies alone. Only the presence of this avatar can ensure that nothing goes wrong. The corners of the purple-robed emperor's mouth raised slightly, and he glanced at the three-eyed god lord who appeared beside him at some point. With a wave of his hand, a seat appeared behind the Three-Eyed Divine Lord.

As Tongtian's sworn friend, of course, the three-eyed god lord will not be polite to Tongtian. After he sat down on his seat, he frowned slightly and looked at the purple-robed emperor incarnation of Tongtian, and asked in confusion: "Isn't it enough for me to cooperate with the Nine Infants?" Is Turing in such trouble? ”

The purple-robed emperor smiled lightly and replied, "It is naturally impossible for other Turings to be so troublesome, but this one hiding in the Netherworld is not ordinary. Of course, it is indeed enough for you and Jiuying to deal with the Turing Demon Lord, so this seat will say that with this seat in charge, it can ensure that nothing goes wrong. ”

"Add a hole card to block all the retreats of the Turing Demon Lord, I understand." The Three-Eyed Lord nodded lightly, and looked back at the Thousand Miles Lotus Pond under the ethereal mountain. A purple jade platform made of the power of the Netherworld, four Huaxu ghost city leaders of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm stood on the four corners of this platform wearing dark gold pattern armor and holding Nether Banners.

This is the battlefield of the Lich Gamble set up by the Nether Emperor!

"In this lich gambling fight, this seat is a witness. I wonder if anyone disagrees? Holding a luminous cup in one hand, the purple-robed emperor shook lightly and looked at the hundred witch clans standing on the ethereal mountain.

"It is the honor of our generation to witness the emperor!" Although he knew that the Netherworld Emperor in front of him was the incarnation of the Demon Clan's Sect Interception Saint, the five great witches who led the Wu Clan to descend here still nodded respectfully in agreement. It is impossible for the Nether Emperor to be a witness to injustice, whether in the capacity of the Nether Emperor or as the Great Sage.

The Netherworld Emperor was born in the Demon Clan, and the Wu Clan is not very friendly, which is self-aware of the people of the Netherland Wu Clan, but the Emperor is the Emperor. The Netherworld Dao is the supreme existence, and his words and deeds represent the Netherworld Dao of death. Therefore, when the Netherworld Emperor has not touched the bottom line of the Netherworld Dao, the incarnation of the Netherworld Emperor will inevitably achieve absolute justice.

"There's no more gossip, the first scene here is this seat. Which Wu junior came up to lead the death! ”

When the Netherworld Emperor was slightly satisfied with the Wu Clan's action on the road, a domineering cold snort suddenly exploded on the purple jade platform on the Thousand Miles Lotus Pond, and when he looked up, he saw that the only Holy Son of the Interception Sect had already stood on the platform at some point. sneered and provoked the witch clan on the Ethereal Mountain.

Several witch clan masters on the top of the mountain frowned obviously when they saw the first person to appear in the sect. Through Deadpool's intelligence network, several leaders of the Wu Clan deeply understand how troublesome and tricky this Holy Son is.

A hint of unwillingness flashed on the faces of several great witches. After a period of hesitation and entanglement, their spirits suddenly became decadent, and the sturdy great witch standing in front of the Wu clan phalanx waved his hand appointedly, and a sturdy young witch with a short bow in his hand immediately walked out of the Wu clan's phalanx.

Seeing the young Wu clan jump onto the platform and salute respectfully to himself, Zhao Ping, the Holy Son of Tongtian, frowned, not too strong, but too weak! It is true that compared to ordinary Jindan Realm cultivators, the strength of this witch boy can indeed be called a genius. But if this Wu Clan boy was placed among the top first-class Jindan Realm younger disciples in Kyushu, the Wu Clan boy in front of him would be too weak.

At least Zhao Ping was sure that if the witch kid in front of him didn't have any hole cards, he wouldn't be able to go through twenty rounds under the current golden-winged Dapeng inheritor Ji Seventeen!

"Sky Sword?" Tongtian Holy Son had a cold face and pointed out the hole cards of the Wu clan directly.

Faced with the question of the Holy Son of Tongtian, the young Wu Clan, who had a pair of gray-brown lifeless eyes, replied indifferently: "I'm sorry, Your Highness the Holy Son of the Sect, I am not a Heavenly Sword Slave. ”

"I see, Tian Ji horse racing." After receiving the reply, Zhao Ping snorted coldly on the spot, and looked at the ethereal mountain behind the Wu clan boy with disdain, and the unscrupulous mocking gaze of the Holy Son of Tongtian made the Wu clan almost grit their teeth. But they understood that at this time, they must not be pinched by the nose of this Tongtian Holy Son who intercepted the sect, and if they wanted to return to Kyushu and rekindle the flame of the ancestral land, they had to become more calm at this time.

It's all about the ultimate victory! Several witches of the Wu clan who exuded a terrifying aura clenched their fists and told themselves like this. The leader of the Tongtian Sect led the sect and the demon clan to rise in the land of Kyushu, and the life of the witch clan became even more difficult, and the seed of desire in the heart saint and the fear of the demon saint of Tongtian made many witches embark on a desperate road, and it was because of this that there was this lich gambling battle.

Later, the Tongtian Saint was crowned the Netherworld Lord, which made a large number of witches frightened, and the Tongtian Saint was crowned the Netherworld Lord, and the Demon Clan Great Sage, who had been stable for tens of thousands of years, was finally going to do something to the witch clan in the Netherworld?

This sense of urgency made the group of witches who came to the ground constantly warn themselves that even if they used all kinds of schemes, even if they swallowed their anger and were ridiculed, they must win the final victory! Only then will the Wics have a day to emerge. (To be continued......)