"You!" Mr. Demon Heart felt an explosion of pain in his stomach, and he didn't care about his surprise, and quickly stepped back 13 steps. Finally escaped to safety. Sang Tianliang still wanted to duel at the beginning at this time, standing in the distance like an iron tower, putting on a posture of letting you fight.

"What? I think it's a bit incredible, don't you?" Sang Tianliang's tone was calmer than just now, calm to the point that Tian Wanzai was afraid.

"No way. There's no way you're going to be hurt at all after you hit my mystical finger. The realm of your Xuan Ming Finger can't surpass me!"

"Xuan Ming Finger, do you also take out that kind of old-fashioned technique?" Sang Tianliang sneered, and then raised his voice and said to the crowd of onlookers: "Ladies and gentlemen, open your eyes and see clearly, this is the fate of the traitors of the sect who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors. Since he has betrayed the sect, then the truly valuable exercises in the sect should no longer be delusional to be able to learn, so he can only hold the three-legged cat kung fu that he has learned a little bit, and pretend to be a so-called master on the rivers and lakes, which makes people laugh out of their big teeth in vain. This inferior disciple who should have spent the rest of his life in our sect's torture hall a long time ago, now he has the big thick legs of the Third Dynasty, and is planning to find a place in this Pershing City to build a palace, canonize concubines, and meet the civil and military officials. Maybe he will be happy to be crowned the king of Wuling with you. ”

Before Sang Tianliang's words fell, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and Tian Wanzai felt that his face was burning panicked, even more than when he was closest to the stove. He rolled his eyes violently, forced himself to take it into account, and then, regardless of whether the thought that came to his head was appropriate or not, he spoke:

"What about others! Is your kung fu orthodox?"

"Of course, the one I just gave you, but it's the top mastery in "Soul Condensation", the Soul Slayer Demon Finger!"

Mr. Demon Heart's face suddenly spasmed: "Soul Condensation, didn't Master only give you the Soul Kill back then?"

"I learned to kill the soul after the distraction realm, I have always relied on the soul condensing god to eat......! These are all things that happened before the cultivation of the Revenant Soul Killing. ”

Sang Tianliang showed a smile in his hand, and slowly approached Tian Wanzai, who had already felt a sour dull pain coming from the five, obviously the poison of the Spirit Slayer Demon Finger was attacking.

"Even if you can cultivate to condense the soul, it is definitely not the orthodox exercise of the Demon Pavilion, otherwise, the zero degree whistle ......" Tian Wanzai still didn't give up, he knew that he and Sang Tianliang had no chance of winning head-on, and he could only create a flaw that could be exploited by disturbing the other party's mind and forcing his battle soul qi to run chaotically. Tian Wanzai had already deeply realized the gap between him and Sang Tianliang at this time, this gap seemed very small, but it was actually very huge.

Even with the domineering spirit of the king, Tian Wanzai does not have many chances of winning in front of Sang Tianliang.

"If you used this trick before the secret realm of the East China Sea, I might be on the way. It's a pity that after the secret realm of the East China Sea, Feng Changyuan's old boy gave me a wake-up call, and I was thinking about all kinds of ways to finally make up for this flaw. The surname is Tian, you deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, and acted perversely, God can't tolerate you! What kind of effort do you have to fight for the first place in the world?"

Sang Tianliang's words finally poured a sense of despair like cold water on Tian Wanzai's head. He was already a little weak-hearted, and it was difficult for him to maintain the disguise of winning in the house at the moment. The expression on his face did not move at all, but his eyes were no longer sharp, and the cold qi around his body that was as heavy as glue also disintegrated like a landslide, and the originally frozen qi loosened and turned into an ordinary talisman soul mist, which could not even maintain the high force of the colorless cold qi, and quickly flashed the true color of ice blue.

He stood in the blue cold fog and made a defensive move. Sang Tianliang looked at his strict posture, and couldn't help but let out a few old owl-like laughs.

"The surname Tian, the old man has long wanted to warn you that the Third Dynasty is yesterday's yellow flower, always holding the tattered children of the ancestors, and there is no future. Look at you, you have ruined the great future of our Demon Pavilion...... Back then, in the Red Blood Secret Realm, if you didn't make such a show, let Wei Wuliang and Feng Lieshan work together, and their profits would be gold, but I am afraid that today's pattern of rivers and lakes will be very different!"

When Sang Tianliang said the second half of the sentence, the original slight pride was also retracted, leaving only a sigh mixed with remorse. The past is always like quicksand, once it flows through your fingers, you can never catch it back.

Tian Wanzai shook his head, there was no trace of desperation on his face, only the despair of sitting and waiting to die under the disguise of strong and domineering as always. His eyes were desperate, his expression was desperate, and even the blue cold mist that slowly rolled up around him exuded an aura of despair.

"You don't understand. ”

Mr. Demon Heart spat out these three words, and Sang Tianliang shook like three bullets.

"I don't understand?! The old man deserves not to understand you madman!" Sang Tianliang shouted without hesitation, there was not much brotherhood in his roar, only the maintenance of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and the bitter hatred and endless contempt for Tian Wanzai: "The Demon Wei Pavilion didn't say that he gave birth to you, but Shi Shao raised you! Split the mountain gate, murdered the remnant soul of the ancestor, deliberately let the disciples die in pieces, and even invested in the enemy, and bought the Poison Dragon Sect and the Divine Sword Sect to deal with your senior brothers and protégés!" Even if you have a million reasons, you should have been lit ten times for doing this!"

"But if I don't do it, my children will do it, and if my children don't do it, their children's children will have to do it! Why do you think I did such a crazy thing? power, status, money, beauty? Come on, these things that are not brought in life and are not brought away in death, there is no shortage of the first elder of the Demon Pavilion, let alone me, the sect master...... Born in the family of the emperor, no!

"You're a fart emperor's family!" Sang Tianliang scolded: "The emperor of the Third Dynasty is surnamed Tian, and you are also surnamed Tian, so you say that you are a relic of the previous dynasty?

"Hahahaha!" Tian Wanzai laughed wildly as if he had heard the stupidest joke in the world. There was a slight smile in his laughter, and it sounded like a howl after tears had dried up.

"900 years ago, when the dynasty was destroyed by the Liu family, the ministers of the dynasty were not yet dead, not to mention the royal family! The Liu family ruled the country with literati, practiced the method of rest and recuperation, and kept claiming to treat the people of the world well, but in the end it was wiped out by the wife family! This is really, it is really a good reincarnation of heaven! A thousand years have passed, and a trace of blood that was once left behind has now become a giant family in the south of the Yangtze River, but no matter whether rich or poor, no matter where you are, where your heart is, the [imperial qi] in the blood of the ancestors , but there is no escape, in the emperor's house, how can you do what you want?

"Emperor's anger?!" Sang Tianliang's face turned blue, and he suddenly felt that Mr. Demon Heart was putting on a pitiful look of destitude in front of him, which was probably another disguise. He secretly used his magic skills, and the toes of his feet were slightly tilted at an angle, ready to stagger and break the defense.

"Tian Wanzai, you mean that the [King's Majesty] is in your hands?" Sang Tianliang said tentatively, his voice trembling a little, because he didn't want to hear a positive answer, not at all.

The majesty of the king, the high-grade holy weapon, the power is greater than the middle-grade holy weapon [Guozuo] [Monarch Divine Grant] and the upcoming low-grade holy weapon (?) [White Dragon List].

The majesty of the king, it is said that it is the first holy weapon of the country since the millennium of civilization, its shape is like a purple flame and golden light, which is ready to burn, and the golden light presents the image of the constellation.

Sang Tianliang roughly knew the legend of the king's majesty and restraint of the world's martial arts, and he didn't know what the real situation was, but he didn't have the courage to use his own flesh and blood to verify this legend.

"The majesty of the king is not in the hands of the widow......" Tian Wanzai's eyes lit up in the first half of the sentence, but the second half of the sentence made him show a look of fear: "And in the widow's body." ”

When Tian Wanzai said this, the pitch-black robe burned first, and it really turned into a purple flame robe, and among the purple flames, the cross-shaped golden star flickered, which seemed to outline a picture of the purple micro constellation. The purple flame was really like the majesty of the emperor, forcing the elemental energy of "wind" and "water" back together, so that neither the wind nor the battle spirit qi were useless. Sang Tianliang's face was pale, and the blue and purple mist rose around his body, and outside the mist, there were countless winds shrouded in it, and he could only barely complete the defense, and he didn't dare to make a delusional move at all-Tian Wanzai in front of him seemed to be invincible in the world at this time.

All the war spirits, all the winds, don't want to penetrate the purple flame battle suit woven by that holy weapon. Sang Tianliang turned his head to look at Long Aotian, who was presiding over the ring competition, and said unwillingly: "What kind of fair competition are you doing this?"

"The widow came today, and he didn't think about going back to the name of the world's number one master, since the time of the tragedy two years ago, people often have no way back. ”

Tian Wanzai was under the invincible flame, he should have been triumphant and despised the heroes of the world, but his tone of voice at this time was extremely gentle. In the gentleness, there is also a sadness that can't help itself.

"What do you mean by saying you can't turn back? Do you regret what you've done?"

"Yes. Tian Wanzai's honesty surprised Sang Tianliang: "You ......"

"The widow said that he did this in the hope that the widow's children and grandchildren would not have to do this again, no longer have to carry the seemingly great and hateful inheritance, and no longer have to use flesh and blood to support the so-called holy weapons of the country. Since the founding of the Third Dynasty, strict punishments and strict laws, harsh taxes, the people are not able to make a living, and the whole country lives on military exploits and military salaries, until the war in the four seas cannot be warned, until the Liu clan shouts 'princes and generals, rather have a kind of'...... Everyone in the world calls the Third Dynasty a country founded by force, but they don't know that for a hundred years, it is just feeding a holy weapon with the flesh and blood of the war dead! When the Liu family burned the little finger of all the people and sacrificed the 'divine authority of the monarch', everything was irretrievable, and as a descendant of the Tian family, he had the 'majesty of the king', it was really ......."

"No need to say it again!" Sang Tianliang interrupted him: "No matter how much Ren Er cries and sells miserably, it is difficult to offset the heinous crimes committed by Er! Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors! Split the sect! Under every crime, it is the white bones of the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion! Today, taking advantage of the birth of this White Dragon List, this Sang Tianliang, with the respect of the head of the Demon Wei Pavilion, will definitely kill you, a traitor! Otherwise, who else in the world can afford to look down on my Demon Wei Pavilion?"

Sang Tianliang said step by step, and soon stood in front of Tian Wanzai.

Tian Wanzai suddenly smiled, the sad and helpless look that was still floating on his face just now had long since disappeared, and the domineering smiling face on weekdays was replaced: "What? Do you really think that the widow is crying and selling miserably here? The widow is kind enough to remind you that in the past few years, there has been endless fighting in the Demon Wei Pavilion, and I don't know how many disciples have died, and the corpses of these disciples are all the nourishment of the Dingguo Holy Weapon!"

After he finished speaking, he smiled and reached into his arms and took out a palm-sized ring, on which hung eight thin copper chains, which looked like children's toys.

Seeing the ring, Sang Tianliang's pupils shrank sharply.

"The Heavenly Ghost is coming!"

"Didn't you expect that?"

Sang Tianliang immediately threw a punch, the frost exploded, the purple flame rolled, he failed to hurt Tian Wanzai in the slightest, but he was shocked out by a huge force, and retreated ten steps away in embarrassment.

How could Tian Wanzai let go of such a good opportunity, and threw the ring in his hand the moment he saw Sang Tianliang retreat. "Heavenly Ghost Advent" is the secret treasure of the Demon Weig Town Sect, a real flying god soldier, after being thrown out, it immediately transforms into the image of a heavenly ghost grabbing eight ghost dragons.

A large number of blue clouds and mist blocked the long street, and dark red blood mist rose from time to time in the clouds, and the black ghost dragon full of barbs rolled and shuttled in the clouds, pressing towards Sang Tianliang with a siege momentum.

The crimson blood light suddenly illuminated the clouds and mist, and between the red and blue hedges, Sang Tianliang's miserable cry was deafening.

"Traitor Tian Wanzai will die!"

The blood light penetrated the clouds, and the eight ghost dragons suddenly all disconnected, let out a mournful roar, and fell to the ground with a clang, and the heavenly ghost transformed into a ring was pierced by a blood-shrouded divine spear, and the move that prompted the divine spear was almost no different from the marksmanship that Feng Lianshang had used.

The spear pierced through the Heavenly Ghost, and there was no longer the strength to take a step forward, and the mid-grade holy weapon Heavenly Ghost descended, and the holy relics inherited by the Demon Wei Pavilion for thousands of years were destroyed by the current sect master of the Demon Wei Pavilion with one shot. The only thing that can destroy the holy weapon is the holy weapon, and the holy weapon that Sang Tianliang can hold at this time is not something else, just the "Chosen Gun".