Mo Xuan's poisonous mist didn't work, so he didn't have the ability to fight back at the moment. He had just tried various elemental combat techniques, as well as various spatial combat techniques, but he couldn't seriously injure Zhang Genliu. Even if he has the top-level soft armor of the God Realm, he is still a lamb to be slaughtered at this moment.

"So it's so simple, I just brought some space salt!" Zhang Genliu finished speaking, and suddenly took out a space outside his body.

Rustling...... Rustling......

"How is this possible?How could someone carry so much space salt with them?" Mo Xuan was dumbfounded, he really didn't expect things to be so coincidental.

And the reason why Zhang Genliu carries a large amount of space salt with him is because the high-grade void sand needs space salt maintenance. Just now, the patriarch of the Gongyi Patriarch in the Meson Tower summoned the people of the Gongyi family to discuss countermeasures.

They are worthy of being Lu Gui's descendants, and they actually thought of the flaws in the rogue armor in a short period of time.

Bang!bang...... Crop!

After the hooligan armor failed, Zhang Genliu no longer kept his hand, and after hitting Mo Xuan dozens of punches, he ripped his hooligan armor away. Then he threw the soft armor into the meson tower and handed it over to the Gongyi family to study.

"Ahem, ahem...... Kill me!I don't regret it!" Mo Xuan lay on the ground and coughed up blood.

Dangdang

And by this time, the bell for the end of the duel had already sounded. Zhang Genliu regretted a little, why did he buy so many more draw bets, and even a lot of defeat bets.

After a brief hesitation, he didn't kill Mo Xuan, but sealed it away. Because after listening to Mo Xuan's defense before, he felt that the root of all grievances lay in the calculation of the ancestors of Tianji Pavilion.

The laws of heaven and earth do not allow anyone to divulge the heavenly machine, so from the moment the one hundred and twenty-sixth generation pavilion master calculated the future, the heavenly machine pavilion has been wrapped in the future events by the law.

Therefore, all the evil consequences should not be borne by the Mojiao clan. Although Zhang Genliu hated this race in the past, he unconsciously let go of his hatred at this moment.

And he decided that not only did he have to let go of this hatred, but he also strictly ordered everyone in Tianji Pavilion not to seek revenge against the Mojiao clan because of this matter in the future.

Rushing

A miraculous scene occurred, and as he made this decision, his body suddenly flashed twice. Then, a faint golden circle of light appeared on his body.

The first light was fleeting, because the power of chaos had increased its level. This feeling was felt the last time he was in the "big war" with Han Huayu, so he didn't feel unfamiliar.

But what the second ray of light was with the aperture on his body, he didn't know very well. After carefully sensing it for a while, I finally found that the aperture was related to the Buddha's Yuan Force. With doubts, he quickly walked out of the dueling arena and walked through the waiting hall to the street.

Puff puff...... Thundered...... Thundered.....

The streets and alleys outside were full of clones of the Blood River Channel. They kill people on sight like unenlightened beasts, regardless of who they are or what forces they belong to. And the monks in the city are constantly blasting those blood river clones with combined attacks.

If it is before the duel, Zhang Genliu will release the power of blood flames, sucking out the essence blood energy of all the blood river clones. But now he has a new idea, that is, to use the Buddha's Yuan Power to recite the "Dizang Sutra" to weaken the anger of all the Blood River clones.

For some reason, he felt that doing so would surely lead to the killing. So he sat down in front of the dueling arena and then said:

That's what I smelled.

For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for the mother.

At that time, the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions cannot be said or said, and all the Buddhas and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva came to assemble. Praise Shakyamuni Buddha, can be with the five turbid evil worlds, now incredible wisdom and supernatural power, subduing the strong life, knowing the law of suffering and happiness, each sending attendants, inquiring about the world-honored ......

This time, he didn't use suggestion, he just mobilized the Buddha's Yuan Power with all his strength and recited the scriptures aloud.

At the beginning of the city-wide killing, there was a brief pause. However, after a few breaths, the monks still fought with the vicious Blood River people.

After a cup of tea, the shouts of killing in the streets of the city became quieter and quieter. After half a burnt incense, both sides gradually calmed down and opened a safe distance.

At this time, Mo Si took thousands of members of the Ink Jiao Guild and stood in the air looking at those Blood River Dao people clones. He frowned and said, "What's the matter, why has the Blood River clone become so sluggish?

"Mo Si, your family patriarch has just lost to Elder Zhang Genliu! If you are captured now, the alliance leader can consider letting you live!" A familiar voice came from the alliance leader's mansion.

When Zhang Genliu heard it, he instantly thought of something. So he stopped chanting and flashed into the air.

"How is this possible?" When Mo Si saw Zhang Genliu, his heart was half cold.

It feels uncomfortable that the general trend has passed, especially the long-planned plan to raid the main city of the alliance, which has been completely fruitless. The Blood River death squad, which had been prepared for tens of thousands of years, didn't even rush into the alliance lord's mansion.

"Mo Si, you'd better take your puppet army back now!" Zhang Genliu said expressionlessly.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you stupid, it was the snake god senior who didn't hear the words just now? In other words, the leader of the Mei Niang Alliance has already killed your lair!"

"What?"

"Don't worry, I have a great idea to help you, I wonder if you would like to hear it?"

"Hmph, you little bastard, have such a good heart?"

Smack!

When Zhang Genliu heard this, he directly slapped him three times. All the monks present were stunned, because Mo Si was a long-established nine-blooded monk.

But in the eyes of Guan Houqing and others, this scene was not surprising at all. Don't say it's him, even if Jin Feng is disrespectful, he was beaten by Zhang Genliu and didn't dare to fight back.

"You ......"

Bang, bang, bang!

Mo Si finally couldn't withstand the powerful palm force, and his body smashed into the rocky ground of the main city street like a meteor. By the time he got up, it was already after a cup of tea.

"Ahem, ahem...... Burst...... Poof!"

"Are you calm? Do you want to come a few more times?" asked Zhang Genliu, squinting his eyes

Road.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"I've heard people say that the Holy Blood Sect's favorite thing to do is to rob while it's hot! And what they rob is usually the essence blood of the ancient race! The reason why that Tuotian Clan monk pulled your family patriarch into the gang is obviously because he has taken a fancy to the essence blood of your Mojiao Clan!

If ......"

Zhang Genliu didn't finish his words, and was suddenly interrupted by Mo Si. I saw him say indignantly: "Don't you want to sow discord, what you are most afraid of now is the primordial Tuoyun lord!"

Tell you, even if he is exterminated by you sanctimonious guys, I won't stop his hemolysis plan!"

"Then there is no way, we can only go to the Forgotten Sea Sea and take a look ourselves!" Zhang Genliu finished speaking, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the thousands of Mojiao monks in the air.

Everyone was instantly dragged into the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array, and this scene stunned Mo Si on the ground. Because among those thousands, there were at least six hundred eight-blooded monks, and there were also about sixty ninth-blooded monks.

But Zhang Genliu just grabbed it, and those people disappeared out of thin air. This hand not only stunned Mo Si, but even the tens of thousands of monks at the headquarters of the Yuan League were all frightened and took a few steps back.

"Sister Feng Yan, do you want these puppet troops?" asked Zhang Genliu with a grin.

"It doesn't matter, take it if you want!, but I suggest you keep half of it, as a little loot for the Daoist who just fought!" the snake god still didn't show up when he spoke.

"Thank you!" Zhang Genliu had already taken away sixty million glazed-eyed Blood River clones as he spoke.

The cultivation of this batch of Blood River clones is obviously worse than the one brought out by the Mohe River last time. And the intelligence of these clones seems to be very low, and it is obviously easy to control.

Everyone saw that Zhang Genliu had collected the loot, so everyone began to move. But when they saw Zhang Genliu coming over, they all stopped in place unconsciously.

"I suggest you don't kill each other because of this loot, at least don't let that fool see the joke!" Zhang Genliu said, pointing at Mo Si.

When the monks heard this, they immediately began to discuss it from ear to ear.

Lu Guanyun in the crowd was more active, so he came out and said, "I just killed six hundred and thirteen enemies and repelled seven hundred and eighty enemies, so I took seven hundred and sixty-nine pieces of loot!"

When everyone heard this, they instantly understood what Lu Guanyun meant. Kill an enemy to get a Blood River clone, and divide the number of enemies you repel by five, and add up to your total loot.

As a result, all the monks were embarrassed to take more. Originally, an invisible trophy scramble was resolved by Zhang Genliu and Lu Guanyun.

Mo Si on the ground originally wanted to escape, but after thinking about it, he dispelled this idea. Because now Zhang Genliu can easily kill himself, which means that the possibility of escaping is almost zero.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Mo Si saw that Zhang Genliu ignored him, so he asked loudly.

"You are now a captive of the Yuan League, not a captive of my Zhang Genliu, so you have to wait for the alliance leader to come back and dispose of you!

Still, it's necessary to put shackles on you!"

After Zhang Genliu finished speaking, he directly grabbed it.

He was then carved with various sealing runes and given him a set of chains. This was found in the warehouse of the Gongyi family, and it is said that even the immortal gods could not break free.

Seeing that Mo Si's cultivation was completely suppressed, Zhang Genliu turned his head and asked, "May I ask if there are any Taoist friends from the Zhenzimen present?"

When the monks who were dividing up the spoils of war heard this, they all turned to look at him. After a few breaths, Guan Houqing asked, "Brother Zhang, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate to hand him over to Zhenzimen for custody, right?"

"Why?" Zhang Genliu was puzzled.

The various departments of the Yuanmeng headquarters were actually set up very reasonably in the early days. Maybe it's because of the passage of time, many departments have begun to stop doing their own work.

At present, there are only four departments that are still working around the clock, namely, the telecommunications, the underground, the front, and the military. And in some departments, there are not even people left. For example, the once glorious Danzimen, when the Yuan League was first founded, it was the most dazzling existence in all departments.

"Don't hide it from Brother Zhang, the town word gate has declined as early as more than 100,000 years ago. Now it's in ruins, and there's only one ascetic guarding the mountain over there!

And that is just a three-blood war marquis, if you hand over people to him, I'm worried that something will happen sooner or later!" Guan Houqing said earnestly.

"So that's the case!" Zhang Genliu finished speaking, took out a map of animal skins, and asked Guan Houqing to point out the specific location of the Zhenzi Gate.

But what he never expected was that the original Zhenzimen was actually in the territory of the Western Wasteland. It is the northernmost part of the Tiancheng Star, the desolate Beiliang Mountain full of ice and snow.

In that place, even the Xiao Jiajun, who claimed to be the most able to endure hardships, was reluctant to search for the missing monks. For this matter, the Xiao family took the initiative to assign that area to Huang Qianhou. At that time, Huang Qianhou had just risen, so he didn't dare to confront the Xiao family. He could only send a few people over to take a look at each time, but in the end he couldn't find anyone, so he could only do nothing.

"Senior, are you saying that there is a Warlord Realm ascetic guarding there?" Zhang Genliu seemed to suddenly think of something.

"Brother Zhang, I think you don't have to think about it! That person's bloodline supernatural power is a little special, so he can practice there for many years!"

"Could it be a bloodline supernatural power like ice and snow?"

"No, what he senses is the power of cruelty!"

"Ahh

"Don't say it, this guy named Ren Feiyang is not ordinarily strong in combat! Seven hundred years ago, I had a relationship with him!

At that time, if I hadn't relied on my cultivation to be a few levels higher than him, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be his opponent!" Guan Houqing talked about the past, his face full of admiration.

Zhang Genliu nodded when he heard this, and then smiled.

(End of chapter)