The person who came was the Libra Holy Warrior Rabindranath Tagore, and when the broken army saw his embarrassed and funny appearance, he couldn't help but snicker in his heart. He quickly used his divine sense to stop the operation of these prohibitions, and then rescued the embarrassed Tagore from the Qiankun Nine Consecutive Formations.

Tagore turned to look at the strange place that he could barely get out of, with a look of horror on his face. Po Jun looked at this holy warrior who had a battle with him curiously, why did this holy warrior come to Pluto, even if he heard about those metal things, he shouldn't have taken it to heart, right?

Pojun coughed lightly, attracting Tagore's attention, and then said, "Tagore, let's go in first, and then I will teach you how to walk through this place, and then you won't be as embarrassed as you are now." ”

Rabindranath Tagore nodded awkwardly, and then followed him towards Pluto. Despite using teleportation to reach Pluto, the Libra Warrior clearly sensed the dangers hidden along the way. Although what he saw along the way was already amazing, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw the huge city on Pluto that emitted purple-gold light.

Feeling the heaviness, majesty of the city, and, of course, the perverted defenses, Tagore finally couldn't help but sigh. This city is not inferior even to the main hall of the Libra Marriage Palace, and he can feel that this city is definitely not the original one on Pluto.

Most importantly, the city. Is it alive......

Po Jun felt the shock in the heart of the holy warrior beside him, and although his face was still calm, he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart. There is nothing that can make a holy warrior speechless and more fulfilling, not to mention that this holy warrior is much stronger than you.

Yuya's small figure happily flew up and down the city, bringing out a crystal light. Pluto seems to be gradually gaining a burst of life, and the ground, which was originally barren grass, is gradually appearing a faint green. Pojun and the others, who have been living in Pluto, didn't feel it. But Tagore noticed this.

Originally, it would have been impossible for plants to grow in an environment like Pluto, but Tagore found that the planet gradually exuded a vibrant atmosphere. He looked thoughtfully at the joyful flying Youya. An unfathomable glint flashed in his eyes.

As soon as Po Jun turned his head, he happened to catch this brilliance, and he turned around without moving, pretending that nothing had happened. He knew that with Tagore's character, he would never be able to do anything to hurt people. This Libra Holy Warrior looked at Yuya with that kind of eye, had he ever seen a member of the Elven Clan?

Thinking of this possibility, Po Jun did not have even a trace of excitement in his heart. From the whispers of the wind. It wasn't hard for him to imagine what had become of the elves. It's just that finding his own people has always been Yuya's wish, and he really doesn't want his woman to show a disappointed look on her face.

Tagore's expression had returned to normal, and since the last time he saw the broken army open a passage, his ability to withstand it had become much stronger, and even the most incredible things would become excusable in his eyes. It's just Pluto coming to life and a city out of thin air, so there's really nothing to make a fuss about.

Pojun stretched out his hand. He said lightly: "Let's go, let's go in and say, the environment there is better than here." ”

Tagore walked into the Dark Demon City for no apparent reason, and then he was shocked to find that the gravity in this city was a hundred times heavier than the outside world, and he only had the strength to walk here. The strangest thing is. The air here was much thinner than outside, and he breathed more easily than ever.

This contradictory feeling made him extremely uncomfortable, but he felt a kind of comfort. Tagore felt his nerves go out of sorts, and he saw many people in the city who looked resolute, no less than their warriors. It's just that the bodies of these people seem to be very fragile, but fortunately, the battle suits on their bodies make up for this fatal flaw.

Tagore felt very strange in his heart, why these people were so weak, but they could live so easily under such gravity, is there any secret in this? Tagore, who had been thinking about this question, completely ignored where these people came from. And what kind of identity do they have? It's probably because there are too many strange things happening around this fake Star Source God. So much so that he now completely ignores what he should have paid attention to.

Walking freely on the streets of the Dark Demon City, he really liked this down-to-earth feeling. He had always walked lightly on this astral plane. You must also pay attention to adjusting your gravity at all times, otherwise you will float unconsciously, although the situation is much better now, but in the end you are still not at ease in the Dark Demon City.

Tagore looked at his complacent, and couldn't help but admire it in his heart. At this time, it was a little difficult for him to even lift his feet, but he didn't expect that this person, who was much worse than him before, could now walk freely in this environment, which was really amazing. Could it be that he was training so hard because of the last fight?

In this way, the broken army won Tagore's inexplicable respect without knowing it. In this world, there are two kinds of people who are most worthy of respect, one is the strong person, and the other is the hard worker. Only those who have a desire and work hard because of this desire are the most terrible people in the world.

And Po Jun, it is this kind of terrible person, his thirst for power has reached a state of obsession, and it is precisely because of this attachment that he has come here step by step and has made him stronger. Tagore was in a trance, when he heard the man in front of him say, "We have arrived, this is the place where the Dark Demon City is deliberating, let's go in and talk." ”

Tagore came back to his senses and nodded, he looked at the building in front of him, although it was not very majestic. But everywhere there is a sense of inner majesty, and suddenly I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity. In his memory, there seems to be a place where the architecture is very similar to the style of this building. This memory has been hidden in his memory, but now that he thinks about it, he can't remember where he has seen it anyway.

Po Jun walked into the council hall first, and then sat down in the main seat. He looked at Tagore, who was sitting across from him. Finally, he asked, "How do you have time to come to this planet where birds don't, it won't be a special trip to visit me, right?" Go ahead. What the hell is going on? ”

Tagore glared at the man without the slightest tact, and although the expression on his face was a little dissatisfied, his eyes were full of smiles. Presumably, it is the unrestrained performance of breaking the army that is the way to get along with real friends. Tagore relaxed his body and sat down and said, "When the guest comes, won't the host even give him a glass of water?" ”

Po Jun shook his head and looked at this Libra Holy Warrior who didn't know why and became a little tired, and then waved his hand casually. The two Iron Guards standing at the door immediately lightly brought two cups of tea. The faint aroma gradually filled the room, and Tagore intoxicated himself sniffed the fresh breath, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Po Jun was not in a hurry when he saw his deliberate appearance, but waited quietly for Tagore to say what he meant. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the upright Libra Holy Warrior to speak, "You're really not in a hurry, don't you really want to know what I'm here for?" ”

When he saw the leisurely appearance of the person opposite, he couldn't help but sigh in frustration. I don't know why, it's clear that the strength of the person in front of him is not as good as him. But every time he saw him, he couldn't help but feel like he wanted to surrender. Tagore thought with some malice, could this be the legendary spirit of the king?

When Po Jun saw his ill-intentioned appearance, he knew that he must not have thought of anything good. However, he didn't really care about these things, and after spending some time with Tagore, he could understand that he was far from being as honest and calm as he seemed on the surface. But he really didn't say anything to his friends. Didn't you rush over as soon as something happened?

Tagore coughed twice, and his face turned serious. Seeing this, Po Jun couldn't help but straighten up slightly, he knew that this Libra Holy Warrior would definitely not come for anything simple this time. Sure enough, Tagore's next sentence made him burst into the sky with a murderous aura.

"Pojun, I think you should also know who spread the rumors about you and the Pisces Celestial Maiden. Now there is such a problem again, but the problem is much more serious than before. ”

A deep chill flashed in Po Jun's eyes, although he didn't regret his decision to let Miro go, but seeing this increasingly complicated situation. He had already made a decision in his mind. This Miro. Can't stay anyway.

Tagore felt this undisguised murderous aura, and his heart trembled slightly. He made up his mind when he saw the broken army surrounded by a circle of red light around his body. No matter what, you must restrain your own warriors, and you must not let them provoke this killing god. At the same time, he also had a deep sense of happiness in his heart, fortunately, the two of them were friends.

Po Jun had already understood that it didn't matter if he killed the soldiers here, as long as he spared their souls, he wouldn't cause any serious trouble. And killing a holy warrior is not an uncommon thing, even if it makes the holy warrior's soul scattered. Because warriors are irreplaceable, and holy warriors have countless replacements.

Although he didn't understand the strangeness of the zodiac, he also understood that it was very good for him. In this way, if he kills Miro, there will not be too many disputes, and there is no need for him to be too jealous. Po Jun smiled coldly and gently pinched the jade cup in his hand into powder.

The news brought by Tagore didn't do much for him, and when he agreed to work with Yarudi, he knew it was going to happen. Miro gave them a free publicity this time, and all the members of the zodiac will definitely understand what kind of lifeline he holds.

Even if Miro spread the news that he had metal essences, what would he do, the broken army already knew that only he could refine those metal essences, and as for the others, they didn't even think about it. After all, there are such perverted spiritual powers in this world, as well as people with multi-attribute energy. He's the only one.

Although Aeoria took a lot of metal essence from him at the beginning, now she can only watch it at home. If it weren't for the fact that after the broken army found out about this, he extracted some mineral deposits from several planets again, and Aioria might have been depressed.

Tagore didn't really care about the metal, he thought that as long as he was strong enough, the suit was just an external support. If the fighters have a strong dependence on them because of the improvement of their suits. Then their combat effectiveness is bound to drop a lot, which is something he absolutely does not want to see.

Po Jun couldn't agree more with this view. However, as the saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. He believed that the Iron Guards had enough self-control, and they would be able to have super strong Earth Armor while not forgetting to train their bodies and make themselves stronger. There is no other reason than because they want to be stronger.

Tagore didn't stay here too long, just before leaving. He's poached some good stuff from the broken army again. From the embarrassment at the beginning, to the current calmness, the difference can only be truly felt by those who have experienced it. Pojun has never cared about those things outside of his body, anyway, he has already got the news he wants, and nothing else matters compared to it.

After he was gone, Breaker locked himself in his room, thinking carefully about how to get rid of the tricky guy Miro. That Scorpion Saint Warrior was very cautious. Or it's not an exaggeration to call it timid. Since the last incident, he had been cowering in the Scorpion Temple, and the place was very tightly guarded, and it was simply impossible to kill him quietly.

The energy in his body continued to surge with his mind, and the familiar way of operation suddenly reminded him of the time when he used the Aerial Crossing Curse to kill. Po Jun's heart moved. A bright light flashed in his eyes. Although he used the Aerial Crossing Spell Killing Technique to seriously injure Zhu Houxi and the others, he was not sure to use the same method to deal with Miro.

Po Jun took out a strange-shaped treasure from the bracelet when he captured the people of the Scorpion Palace, and found a strange-shaped treasure from Miro. The treasure was like a scorpion with teeth and claws, but its body was blue and purple as before, and it looked like it couldn't help but make people shudder.

Feeling the breath of Miro contaminated on the scorpion, the energy in Po Jun's body slowly surged. The two gray air currents in the Danqing Daodu were reversed, and he couldn't help but spit out strange syllables from his mouth. It's just that these syllables are not the original cross-air spell killing spell, but are filled with an ancient mysterious atmosphere.

These syllables do not dissipate with the passage of time, but continue to hover in the air, echoing in a strange way. The sounds gradually converged into a breathtaking rhythm. I can't help but shudder. The blue-black scorpion in Po Jun's hand gradually became transparent. You can even see a trace of golden energy flowing endlessly.

Miro, who was in the Scorpio Palace, felt a sudden wave of boredom for no reason, and he thought that everything he had done in this period had not been as effective as it should be. Suddenly I was even more depressed. Originally, he didn't take Kaye's death to heart at all, but the face of the Scorpio Palace could not be swept away because of this.

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Unexpectedly, he personally led all the soldiers to Feihong Star, and he didn't even use his proud skills, so he was plotted. What a scandal this is, the people of the Palace of Ill Misfortune, who have always been famous for assassination and sneak attacks, were plotted by an inexplicable guy. Miró gritted his teeth with hatred every time he thought about it.

It is precisely because of this that he will be so desperate, even using the reputation of the Pisces Celestial Maiden to gamble and gamble on the life of the star source god. I didn't expect that Tagore's idiot to let that kid go for the sake of two pots of flowers, and Aeolia was even more hateful, he actually became friends with that person, and introduced him to the Taurus holy warrior Yarudi.

Miro had never felt such a lot of pressure, and the people hidden in the Children's Palace and the Wealth Palace replied that they had obtained a large amount of rare metals from that person, and there were even a lot of metal essences. When Miro heard the news, how could he not hate, why did God give all his good luck to that god of star source?

He was neither convinced nor reconciled. No matter what, he wouldn't let that kid have a good time. It is precisely because of this that Miro will spread those precious news, and he wants to use this news to unite the people of the other houses to go to Pluto together, kill the god of the star source, and then take those metal deposits for himself.

If everything had gone as smoothly as he had imagined, he wouldn't be cowering here now. Recently, when the warriors in the palace saw him, there was something wrong with their eyes, and they seemed to have a hint of contempt. But despite this, he still couldn't go out, knowing that holy warriors and warriors are different, they only have one life, and there is absolutely no chance of starting over.

With a hint of depression, Miro lay lazily in his seat. But for some reason, there was a sudden sharp pain in his heart, as if a dagger had been pierced into it, and then it had spun around twice. His face suddenly turned pale, and a hoarse whisper came out of his mouth.

It's just that he's usually cautious, and he's only so relaxed when there's no one around at all. The soldiers who were guarding had long since known where he had been sent, and now he was the only one here. Miro's throat made a "gurgling" sound, and his expression became more and more hideous. The handrail next to him was even more crushed by him.