"Could it be that in the small Zhentian Pavilion, there are still seven turns of the puppet emperor?!"

Tu Sandao took a deep breath and said.

When he said this, the entire hall was extremely silent, and the falling needles could be heard.

The Seven Turns Puppet Emperor, this is a powerful existence in the Miluo Heavenly Palace, all of them are stomping their feet, and the entire continent will be shaken.

How could the small Zhentian Pavilion sit on such a strong person?

"Only strong, not weak!"

Peng Lao replied in a deep voice.

The big yellow cat has already left a psychological shadow on him, whether it is the other party's strong cultivation or the mastery of the immortal martial arts, it has already exceeded Peng Lao's tolerance limit.

A desolate beast of this level, even if it is an eight-turn pseudo-emperor, may not be able to kill it.

After Peng Lao finished speaking, everyone was silent.

Originally, they thought that it would be a bit of a fuss for Her Majesty the Empress to send so many strong people to the land of the ruins.

Now it seems that the strength is not enough at all.

In the main hall, the strongest person is Tu Sandao, and he is only the cultivation of the peak of the seven-turn pseudo-emperor, and below him, it is Peng Lao.

Now, Peng Lao was almost killed, where did the rest of the people still have the courage to attack Zhentian Pavilion?

Is it too long?

After everyone was silent for a long time, Tu Sandao rubbed his temples and broke the silence.

"I will report this matter to Her Majesty the Empress, and ask her to send a strong man to reinforce us. ”

After Tu Sandao finished speaking, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They were really worried that Tu Sandao would ignore everyone's lives and order them to storm Zhentian Pavilion, in that case, they would really suffer heavy casualties!

"Zhentian Pavilion is a hard bone, and it is not easy to gnaw. Now it seems that he has no choice but to ask Her Majesty the Empress for help. A white-haired old man said.

Everyone nodded yes.

......

During the period when the Miluo Heavenly Palace fell silent, the army of monks who had gone north from the central part and swept through the area under the jurisdiction of the Zhentian Pavilion swept over like a storm.

Zhentian Pavilion now governs the Northern Regions, nearly 100,000 li of land, and many kingdoms have already surrendered to Zhentian Pavilion.

However, under the sweep of the army of hundreds of thousands of monks in Tianwu Qianzhuang, these kingdoms that had long been surrendered collapsed in an instant.

Three days ago.

Chenliu Kingdom - Qingcang City.

"Open the gates of the city immediately and surrender, and you will be spared the disaster of slaughtering the city!"

A figure of the capital of Tianwu Qianzhuang descended in the sky above Qingcang City and shouted coldly.

Behind him, there are 8,000 elite soldiers accompanying him, these are the elite of the elite, even if Qingcang City has hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians, it may not be the opponent of these 8,000 elite soldiers.

"My Qingcang City is under the protection of Zhentian Pavilion, if you dare to invade here, you will definitely be severely punished by Zhentian Pavilion!" "Qingcang City Lord is a middle-aged man, his hair is all open, his whole body is rippling, and his robe is like steel.

Behind him, the defenders of Qingcang City had about 20,000, such a number that made the Qingcang City Lord think that he could fight.

"Hahaha, that's funny. In another ten days, the land of ruins will never have this name again. The capital of Tianwu Qian Zhuang sneered.

As a high-ranking figure in the Qian Zhuang, he naturally knew how much energy the Tianwu Qian Zhuang had mobilized this time in order to deal with Zhentian Pavilion.

"Let me ask you the last sentence, is it to descend or not to descend?" The commander seemed to have lost his patience.

Behind him, the eight thousand elite soldiers had already unsheathed their swords, looking down at everyone in Qingcang City with murderous aura.

In their eyes, these people are just lambs in greater numbers.

No matter how many lambs there are, how can they be the opponents of the tigers?

"Swear to defend Qingcang City to the death!"

The city lord roared, and the 20,000 defenders of the city all gathered in response, spears like forests, and iron armor forests.

"Since this is the case, then let this little Qingcang City flow like a river of blood!"

Na Dutong sneered, and then with a wave of his hand, eight thousand elite people suddenly roared down, and a terrifying wave of vitality swept out, bombarding the Qingcang City Wall, which had stood for a hundred years.

Thundered!

It was just a face-to-face effort, and the already mottled city wall collapsed with a bang.

At this moment, the residents of the city panicked, and their almost instinctive instinct for danger made them feel that the bloody storm was about to set off in Qingcang City.

"Kill!"

The Qingcang City Lord shouted angrily, and his body was the first to rush out, and his vitality exploded, instantly killing the surrounding enemies.

But countless enemies poured towards him, drowning him like a tidal wave.

There were 20,000 armor soldiers in Qingcang City, but they were defeated by 8,000 elite soldiers of the other side.

In this battle, Qingcang City was defeated.

The two are not rivals at the same level at all.

An hour later, the 20,000 defenders of Qingcang City were completely defeated.

Seventeen thousand defenders were slaughtered on the spot, and their bodies were piled up outside the city gates, converging with the crumbling walls, telling the cruelty of war.

The three thousand defenders were directly captured, and as for the Qingcang City Lord, he had already been captured by the commander of the capital.

"See? That's what you're looking for. ”

"Defend this city for Zhentian Pavilion, what is the result you get?" Du Tong smiled coldly.

"Phew, there is nothing to say. If you want to kill or chop, listen to it. ”

The Qingcang City Lord is also a tough guy, even if he is captured by all of them, he is not afraid of death at all.

"If you look for death, then it will be fulfilled for you! It's just that it won't let you die too happily!"

Du Tong He Zhian wiped a handful of blood from his face and said angrily.

After speaking, he abolished the cultivation of the Qingcang City Lord, and then threw it directly at a soldier, saying, "Divide his five horses into corpses!"

Soon, five desolate beasts were pulled over, and they tied the hands and feet of the Qingcang City Lord with ropes, as well as the head.

Immediately, the five desolate beasts were driven away, and they exerted their forces in five different directions.

"Ah----h

An incomparably miserable and painful voice came from the mouth of the Qingcang City Lord, blood sprayed, and he fell on the spot!

The corpse was torn apart, and it was not tragic to die in such a way.

A ten-year-old boy hiding in the city didn't feel the slightest pain when he saw this scene, his lips were biting tightly, and blood was flowing out.

"Mother, I must avenge my father!"

The ten-year-old boy turned around and said to the beautiful woman beside him that he was the youngest son of the Qingcang City Lord.

After finishing speaking, he took the beautiful woman's hand and ran in another direction, which was an exit from Qingcang City.

This ten-year-old child, seeing his father being divided by five horses, seemed to be much more open for a moment, did not cry, only the thought of revenge in his heart.

He wanted to go to the Zhentian Pavilion and explain the matter to the Pavilion Master.

His father died defending the city, and the lord of the Zhentian Pavilion should avenge his father!

It is precisely because of this idea that he and his mother became the only two survivors among the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Qingcang City.

(End of chapter)