"Your shadow?"

Jiang Mo suddenly understood, since the colorful giant had such a huge body, it was normal for his shadow to be shocking.

"Exactly. ”

The colorful giant nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings, and his face gradually became shocked.

"Here it is...... Where to return to the ruins?"

The Colorful Giant said with some surprise.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo was stunned: "How do you know this place?"

"I'm a native of this land!"

"I didn't expect that the land of ruins has changed so much now. ”

"I remember that thousands of miles to the west, there were no mountains around it. ”

"Didn't I fall in that great war in the Middle Ages?"

"How did you come back to the Land of Ruins again?"

After experiencing the initial confusion, the colorful giant's expression gradually became solemn.

"Fallen?"

"Could it be that you're from another plane?"

Jiang Mo was also very surprised in his heart, he picked up the Heavenly Dao Ancient Demon Book, and it was written on it that the Colorful Giant was here.

"The Land of Ruins, the Ancient Sage of 100,000 years ago. Fall in that battle for the ruins!"

"The Ancient Sage of 100,000 years ago?!"

Jiang Mo said with some shock.

In this way, the strong man he summoned this time was actually a local powerhouse in the Land of Ruins.

It's just that it has fallen in the Middle Ages.

"What realm is the strength you have now?"

Jiang Mo couldn't help asking.

As soon as he saw the look of the big yellow cat, he knew that the strength of this ancient sage of Guiru was definitely not weak.

Otherwise, with the arrogance of the big yellow cat, how can it show the color of jealousy?

"Hmmm......"

Guixu Guxian clenched his fists, and a surging force, like a tide in the sea, surged.

The surging power rippled in the bones of his body.

"Now I, although my strength is not as good as back then, I should have the cultivation of the peak of the eight-turn pseudo-emperor realm!"

After thinking for a moment, the ancient sage of Guixu spoke.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo and the big yellow cat both gasped.

They didn't expect that more than 3,000 Void Magic Stones would actually summon a powerful man.

The big yellow cat knew in his heart that even if it mastered the Immortal Martial Arts, it would be impossible to cross the border and defeat the powerhouse at the peak of the Eighth Rank Pseudo-Emperor Realm.

If it is said that the one-star difference between the martial saints is a chasm, then the one-star difference between the pseudo-emperor realm, especially after the six-turn pseudo-emperor realm, is the real heavenly moat, even if it is immortal martial arts, it is difficult to make up for it.

"In this way, the current Zhentian Pavilion is the weakest in my strength. ”

Jiang Mo shook his head with a wry smile.

Now many of the powerhouses gathered under his command are powerhouses of the Pseudo-Emperor Realm, although Jiang Mo's combat effectiveness is not weak, he can't compare with them for the time being.

"Don't think too much about the lord, compared to his personal combat strength, the lord has to grasp the overall situation. More important than what we rough people have to do. ”

"Throughout the ages, which emperor would have fought on the battlefield?"

Guixu Gu Xian smiled and comforted.

The memory implanted in him by the Heavenly Dao Ancient Demon Book was that he surrendered to Jiang Mo, and now that he found that he had returned to the place of return to ruins 100,000 years ago, a wave of blood surged in his heart.

In this regard, Jiang Mo smiled, he also knew what his current task was.

It is necessary to stabilize the entire Zhentian Pavilion, even if the Miluo Heavenly Palace provoked several times, Jiang Mo did not make the Zhentian Pavilion launch a comprehensive counterattack.

He knows that the most important thing now is to work steadily, step by step, and accumulate strength!

......

Sky Dance Money.

At this moment, nearly 100,000 monks had gathered outside the city.

This is the full power of the Heavenly Dance Money Village in the Land of Returning Ruins, since Jiang Mo last time, after the killing spree here, the chief helmsman of the Sky Dance Money Village has been ordering the closure of the Sky Dance City.

During this time, he had continuously issued orders to the helmsmen of the other three domains, asking them to gather all the forces of their men and prepare to kill the northern regions.

As for the rudder in the Northern Regions, it has been destroyed by Jiang Mo.

After all, at the beginning, Jiang Mo took people with him, but in Tianwu City, there was a lot of trouble in the city, and almost everyone saw it.

If this shame is not washed away, I am afraid that the day after tomorrow, Wuqian Zhuang will not be able to raise its head in front of people.

"Is everyone here?"

The chief helmsman of Tianwu Qian Zhuang stood in the sky and shouted coldly.

To his left and right are the helmsmen of the three domains.

This time, the powerhouses of the Pseudo-Emperor Realm alone have gathered nearly six or seven of them, including the powerful cultivators invited by the Tianwu Qian Zhuang at a great cost.

"Twenty-eight thousand rudders in the Southern Regions, assembled!"

"Twenty-three thousand rudders in the Eastern Regions, assembled!"

"Thirty-one thousand rudders in the Western Regions, assembled!"

"The total helmsman is 30,000 people, and the assembly is complete!"

One after another, neat and dull cheers swept through the sky.

"Okay, today, together with me, you will cross a long journey to the Northern Regions. This helmsman will personally cut off Jiang Mo's head, and with the blood of Zhentian Pavilion, he will wash away the shame suffered by my Tianwu Qianzhuang!"

As soon as the words fell, an army of more than 100,000 monks jumped into the sky with a bang.

The warship was driven by the Yuanli Great Array, and within the Yuanli Great Array, millions of Yuanshi were thrown.

Tianwu Qian Zhuang has spent so much time, and you can see how determined it is.

However, this time to kill the Northern Regions, what kind of bloody storm will be involved, Tianwu Qianzhuang did not know.

If he knew, the chief helmsman would never have given such an order.

When the army of more than 100,000 monks in Tianwu Qianzhuang swept towards the Northern Regions, an old figure of Miluo Heavenly Palace, spurting blood from his mouth, fell in front of the door of Miluo Heavenly Palace.

"It's ...... Peng Lao!"

The disciple who guarded the door ran over to take a look, and after recognizing Peng Lao's face, his legs trembled in shock.

Peng Lao's status in the Land of Returning Ruins is second only to General Tu, and even when he is in the outside world, his strength is extremely high.

Who can hurt him like this?

"General Tu, it's not good!"

The disciple guarding the door didn't have time to help Peng Lao up, so he flew to report the matter.

It didn't take long for Peng Lao to be taken back to the main hall.

"What's going on?"

Tu Sandao sat on the first seat, his face a little gloomy and ugly.

At this moment, after Peng Lao took the special elixir made by Miluo Heavenly Palace, a trace of blood regained on his face.

"Ahem...... "Ahem," he coughed, blood spilling out, and said, "Those people that the old man brought...... All dead......"

"The old man almost died there......"

"That's it. ”

Peng Lao said intermittently.

"How is this possible?!" Tu Sandao suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief, "Old Peng, you have the strength of the six-turn pseudo-emperor realm!"

"Hehe, the six-turn pseudo-emperor, if it weren't for the old man who had a life-saving talisman given by Her Majesty the Empress, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to come back now!"

Peng Lao laughed self-deprecatingly.

After he finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence......

(End of chapter)