In the direction of Lin Xinggong, the old man Zhang Bensin suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly: "What? The immortals are also going to intervene in this one."

In the void, someone suddenly laughed softly: "Today, there will definitely be a strong man in the life-breaking realm who falls, such a grand event, we immortals must come to see it." ”

"Don't worry, whoever wins and who loses in Middle Earth and the Great Qing Dynasty, we won't interfere."

But seeing the figure flickering, Zhiweizi and a disciple revealed their figures.

The two of them stood in the void, but their eyes looked in the direction of the battle between Hua Zhenguo and Emperor Pu Jun.

Zhang Bensin sneered: "Insight? You're just trying to compete for the loser's fortune. How? The immortals also want to build a country? ”

Behind Zhiweizi, the immortal disciple who was five big and three thick shouted: "The times are coming, why can't my immortals build a country?" ”

Zhang Bensin laughed: "Immortal Jianguo? I'm afraid I don't want to build an extreme country where the immortals are high above and the rest of the people are like ants, right? ”

"Such a country also deserves to have national fortunes?"

Zhiweizi said lightly: "In the immortal world, everyone will not be equal. If the immortals are strong, they are qualified to enslave the rest of their lives. ”

"On the contrary, you Middle-earth is a bit ridiculous, the powerful exorcists not only do not enjoy any benefits brought by strength, but fight to the death for a group of ant-like humans, and even sacrifice countless people!"

"Your spirit is commendable, but to the immortals, it is really incomprehensible."

Zhang Bensin sneered and didn't speak again.

The concept is different, no matter how much you say, it will be in vain. They simply don't understand what makes Middle-earth so alive!

It is precisely because of generations of strong men sacrificing themselves to protect the people that more ordinary people will stand out and have time to grow into the next generation of strong people.

And they will also follow the example of their predecessors, protect the weak, and respect the strong.

If the immortals want to rely on slavery to build a country, even if they can be built, they must not last.

No one wants to be enslaved, living or dead.

Zhiweizi didn't say anything when he saw Zhang Bensin, and he didn't care.

He just quietly watched the battle between Hua Zhenguo and Emperor Pu Jun.

He is waiting, no matter who loses and the fortunes of the country collapse, there will definitely be frequent visions, and then is the best time to do it.

But no one expected that the battle for national fortunes had not yet come to an end, and the battlefield of another strong man had the winner first!

The wind blew fiercely between the heavens and the earth, blowing sand and rocks, and it became a mess.

In the midst of the raging winds, the voices of the rare and strong are roaring, shouting, and struggling!

Wind Robbery!

The powerhouse of the Destiny Breaking Realm broke through the shackles of the soul and was not accepted by heaven and earth. Once it falls, there will definitely be natural phenomena that will destroy the soul and not enter reincarnation!

In the past, when the black-faced Buddha died, there was a fire catastrophe, and the clouds that lay in the sky were thousands of kilometers long, even as far away as Kyoto!

Now that there is another wind tribulation, I don't know which fate-breaking powerhouse has fallen!

In the midst of the raging wind, Zhang Wuxin was still standing firmly on the ground, and the wind around him was raging, forming a huge and incomparably human head shape.

That is the appearance of the national teacher in troubled times.

At this time, the troubled national teacher, his face was distorted, and he roared angrily, and his voice spread with the wind to an unknown number of kilometers.

Almost half of Middle-earth heard his dying roar.

"I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced! I am the national teacher of the Great Green Dynasty! Under one person, above ten thousand! ”

"I am the one who has broken through the shackles of my soul! Heaven can't restrain me, and neither can the earth restrain me! ”

"Why should I die at your hands! Why! ”

Mr. Zhang Da remained immovable, but he did not say a word.

It's not that he doesn't want to speak, it's that he puts all his strength into standing firm.

In the middle of the wind, he only had to shake it a little and it would be blown away.

In this battle with the national teacher in troubled times, Mr. Zhang Jiada has already shown all his strength!

Seeing that Mr. Zhang Da did not speak, the remnant soul of the national teacher in the troubled times roared again: "Zhang is not guilty! Why isn't it you who fails! ”

"Why! Why! Why! ”

"Why! Why! Why! ”

The three words have been repeated countless times by the national teacher in troubled times, and it is obvious that this is the precursor to the imminent collapse of the three souls and seven spirits of the national teacher in troubled times.

He couldn't control his thinking anymore, and he only knew the last unwillingness in his heart to repeat mechanically.

Suddenly, the voice of the chaotic death national teacher suddenly became sharp; "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! ”

"I'm not going to die! You can't die! Emperor! Please forgive the old minister for being disloyal! ”

After speaking, a banner of a golden dragon on a blue background suddenly appeared in the wind.

On the flag, the yellow light was constantly swirling.

It was precisely because of this constantly swirling yellow light that the last trace of consciousness of the national teacher in the troubled times was protected.

But the Wind Tribulation has been formed, and even if the National Master of the Troubled Times retains a wisp of soul, he can only float in the Wind Tribulation, wandering around the heaven and earth with the air current.

The wind blew, whether it was a strong man who broke his fate or a D-class exorcist who had just entered the industry, they all heard the voice of the national teacher of the troubled world before he died, and felt his last unwillingness.

Everyone also knows that in order to be able to keep a wisp of his remnant soul in the midst of the wind calamity, the national teacher in the troubled times siphoned off a wisp of the national fortune of the Daqing Dynasty at a critical moment

Now is the time when the battle between Middle-earth and the Great Qing Dynasty is heating up, and Emperor Pujun was suddenly sucked by the national master of the troubled times, and the surrounding momentum fluctuated instantly.

Hua Zhenguo laughed: "It seems that this battle of national fortune is going to be won by my Middle Earth!" ”

The expression on Emperor Pu Jun's face remained unchanged, and he said coldly: "That's not necessarily!" ”

Not necessarily?

The Great Qing Dynasty lost the old Black Mountain, the two battlefields of the Black Forest, the white flag, the white flag, and the blue flag have all been wiped out, and even the flag owner has not survived.

In the battle of Helin just now, the owner of the Zhenghong Banner was killed, and the five immortal families of Huhuang, Bailiu, and Gray stood on the side of Middle Earth, which made the Great Qing Dynasty even worse.

The successive defeats in battles have made the national fortune of the Great Qing Dynasty lose a lot!

It can be said that the current Daqing Dynasty has once again fallen into a state of turmoil.

If Emperor Pujun can still win, he can naturally slowly stabilize the national fortunes of the Daqing Dynasty, and even become the master of this land by merging the national fortunes of Middle-earth.

But the national teacher in the troubled times gave himself another critical blow.

In order to keep a wisp of his remnant soul, he forcibly sucked away a wisp of national fortune from the Great Qing Dynasty!

Didn't he know that what he had done would put the Great Qing Dynasty in a desperate situation?

Wouldn't he have committed suicide to enhance the fortunes of the Great Qing Dynasty?

Hua Zhenguo smiled: "What? Don't you hate the national teacher of the troubled world very much? ”

"But let me say that if it was Mr. Zhang Da who had just been defeated, he would definitely not make such a choice!"

"The strong of Middle-earth can sacrifice themselves and achieve great self! You Great Qing Dynasty can't! Therefore, this battle of national fortune must be your defeat! ”

"Great Qing Dynasty! Bound to lose! ”