Ao Tianguan didn't know when he walked to Di Yunxiao's side, and after transforming into a golden dragon race, his spiritual sense was extremely strong, and the reason why Fang Cai didn't intervene was that he sensed Zeng Chonghuan's strength. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Especially the secret treasure that exuded an extremely terrifying power on the other party's body, which made him try his best to hide his aura and bloodline.

"Dao Jun magic weapon?"

Emperor Yunxiao's heart was slightly cold, and the Dao Monarch Magic Weapon was only one step away from the Supreme Weapon, which was an incredible deterrent power, even in the Qingxia Ancient Sect, that extremely rare heavy treasure.

If the Wind and Snow Sword Monarch really carried a Dao Monarch magic weapon on his body, he did not promise the other party not to pursue it again, but it was the best policy.

It's just that Ao Tianguan has something to say, that Daojun magic weapon does not belong to the Wind and Snow Sword Monarch, so who will it be?

Wait a minute!

Di Yunxiao suddenly woke up, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly: "Damn." I was tricked by that old guy, two hundred top-grade spirit stones for a Daojun magic weapon, it's really cost-effective..."

The sound of gritting teeth sounded, and Di Yunxiao's gaffe surprised Ao Tianguan, he didn't understand what kind of madness Di Yunxiao was doing.

"Brother, wasn't the 20,000 high-grade spirit stones that the Wind and Snow Sword Monarch gave you for free?"

Hearing this, Di Yunxiao exhaled a breath of turbidity: "That's right, but the Daojun magic weapon on that guy's body, if I guessed correctly, should be the Zhencheng magic weapon of Sunset City, pointing to the Heavenly Pillar."

This old thing is likely to get the news in advance, so he hid in Sunset City, and when the army of my sect attacked Sunset City, he took advantage of the chaos to take away the Daojun magic weapon.

However, Sunset City's defense is not paper-paste, after all, it is a Daojun magic weapon, and there must be a strong man guarding it, and if he wants to take away the Pointing Heaven Pillar, he will inevitably be injured.

As for the 20,000 high-grade spirit stones, it is not so much the blood enchantment's life-buying money, but rather the wind and snow sword monarch's trick, in order to confuse us and leave while the riot is coming. ”

Ao Tianguan suddenly realized that they seemed to have earned two hundred top-grade spirit stones, but they had lost a Dao Monarch magic weapon.

Some people may say that the Daojun magic weapon is Taihejiao, but the army of Qingxia Ancient Sect defeated Sunset City, and that Heavenly Pillar should also be counted as Qingxia's spoils in the end.

"Damn, do you need someone to chase him, that guy has a lot of injuries, plus he has a burden, he can't run too far, and with the assistance of two real people, it's enough to take him down. ”

Ao Tianguan's eyebrows furrowed, and his scaly face flashed with anger, he didn't expect that the Wind and Snow Sword Monarch would be so bold and dare to take the fat from their mouths.

After a brief hesitation, Di Yunxiao finally shook his head slowly: "Forget it." Next time, be vigilant, don't let others take advantage, Fengxue Sword Monarch is not small, and he will suffer from it if he doesn't die when he fights a snake. ”

"Kill it, the treasure of Sunset City, I don't want to be swept away by anyone in private. ”

Emperor Yunxiao gave an order, and dozens of Purple Mansion monks of the Qingxia Ancient Sect rushed out directly like arrows from the string.

A massive torrent of black steel activated, and the trampling of horses' hooves announced the end of Sunset City.

As he guessed, the Wind and Snow Sword Monarch did take advantage of the chaos to grab benefits, slaughtering the four high-ranking lords of Sunset City, who were guarding the Pointing Heaven Pillar, and snatching the Pointing Heaven Pillar.

The only quasi-real person who was hiding and lingering for a breath was also cut off half of his body, and when the Shenwei Town Prison Army inadvertently caught him, he was already out of breath and inlet in little.

A big war started in a vigorous and ended in a tragic one.

The remnant sun of dusk stained half of the sky red, attacking Sunset City, even though it had an absolute advantage, but the army under the command of Emperor Yunxiao still paid a lot of price, more than 6,000 monks died in battle.

However, the results of the battle were also quite brilliant, the 40,000 monks above the worldly realm of the Taihe Sect in Sunset City were killed, and more than ten elders at the level of the Purple Mansion were captured alive, and the others were all dead.

As for the only real person, Tie Mu Chun, under the attack of the four Yuhenglun real people on Qingxia's side, he was severely injured and sealed, and the living real person is far more valuable than the dead one.

At night, the dust settled, and the inside and outside of Sunset City had long since become a purgatory on earth, and the ground was full of dead corpses.

These monks, in those remote realms of the True Martial Realm, are all high-ranking people who can be called immortals, but unfortunately, in the extraterritorial battlefield, they can only be called cannon fodder.

Di Yunxiao stood on the city wall full of gunpowder, looking down at the Shenwei Town Prison Army who were picking up corpses below, and a touch of coldness crossed the corner of his eye.

Sunset City is also a big city among the thousand-year-old giant cities, with a population of about 500,000 monks, more than 40,000 monks from the Taihe Sect, and the rest are all casual cultivators who have been absorbed.

The sect war between the Qingxia Ancient Sect and the Taihe Sect, these scattered cultivators have not yet dared to get involved in it, but there are also many people who want to fish in troubled waters and snatch some treasures.

The law enforcement team under Emperor Yunxiao's tent is not vegetarian, and those who cause riots will be executed on the spot, even if they are Zifu monks, in front of the group of red-eyed monks of Qingxia Ancient Sect, they will be torn to pieces in an instant.

The riot continued for several hours before it subsided, and the headless corpses in the city were piled up, and the blood that flowed made the huge city blood-red.

"Emperor Wu Huang, the treasure house of the Taihe Sect has fallen into our hands, and in addition, the ordination of those scattered cultivators and Taihe Sect monks has also been collected. ”

Just when Emperor Yunxiao swept the huge city with his divine thoughts, a real person from Qingxia's vassal forces stepped up to the city wall and ordered the young disciples on the side to raise the jade plate in their hands.

Coming back to his senses, Emperor Yunxiao looked at the dense and nearly a thousand rings on the fish plate, and frowned:

"These vows, which can erase the mark of the original owner, take out the contents of the contents. Then he transferred three percent of the treasures from the treasure house of the Taihe Sect and distributed them to the monks who fought according to the size of their merits.

In addition, let the deacons of the Sect Meritorious Hall who accompanied the army register and make a book, and those who fell in this battle will be uniformly compensated by the Qingxia Ancient Sect at the end of the year, and the other monks will be responsible for the cultivation quota within half a year from now on.

In this world, the conquest of extraterritorial battlefields, my ancient sect has a great ambition, and pursues the principle that meritorious service must be rewarded and guilty must be punished, so you don't need to worry about becoming cannon fodder. ”

The sonorous and powerful words made the eyes of nearly thirty Fujun monks on the left and right side shine, as Qingxia's vassals, they had the responsibility to follow the orders of the patriarchal sect.

However, they are not unconscious puppets, and no one wants to be the cannon fodder sent to death.

Although Emperor Yunxiao's words were straightforward, they gave birth to a sense of responsibility from the ancient sect, with enough protection and compensation, even if they died in battle, they did not need to worry that their descendants had nothing to rely on.

"Emperor Wu Emperor's Holy Grace! Thank you for your disciples!"

Dozens of palace monarch monks bowed and saluted, and since following along the way, most of the senior monks have already seen that Emperor Yunxiao is the talent of the male lord, and he is not inferior to the other two emperors, and even surpasses it in courage.