The Batong River has become a ruin, and the corpses of many people lie in the ruins.

The houses lining the riverside have long since collapsed, and the roads leading in all directions have been torn apart and filled with smoke and dust.

The situation of the Seven Politics of the Astrology is very bad, the wide robes of the Seven Politics are so tattered that they are no different from the beggars' clothes on the side of the road, and the blood oozing from the wounds sticks to the clothes, and the breathing hurts.

His face was pale, and a flash of remorse flashed in his eyes.

If it weren't for his confusion, the students and soldiers who followed him to suppress the corpse disaster would not have suffered such heavy casualties.

There are not many of the thirty students brought out by Jigong.

The patrol battalion gave him three teams of men, and he was almost dead.

The soldiers stood in front of him with the body of ants, trembling with fear, but they still rushed towards the gentleman without hesitation, and then were pierced by the green sky.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

I didn't expect him to be so skillful with a corpse.

The Seven Masters of Astrology smiled bitterly, thinking that even the other three guys were here, and he couldn't blame him, after all, no matter how you look at it, there is no doubt that it is Mr.

Just as he was about to face death, he suddenly heard a loud roar behind him.

A golden dragon roared past him.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was not a dragon, but a gun.

Overlord guns.

Before he could react, a golden figure swept past him, striking the butt of the Overlord gun with his palm, and stabbing at Mr. Pu Jia against the Overlord's gun.

"No!" The Seven Masters of Astrology yelled.

Feng Changkong has never broken through to the void path, even if he uses invincibility and selflessness to fight at the first time, it is still impossible to defeat Mr. Pujia.

But what the overlord pays attention to is to move forward, where will the wind and the sky choose to stop because of the two words of the seven politics of astrology.

The golden dragon crossed the Batong River, stabbed Mr. Pu Jia, and nailed him to the ground on the other side of the river.

Feng Changkong looked at Mr. Pu Jia condescendingly, and said to the Seven Politics of Astrology: "If Mr. Pu Jia is alive and learns that you let him kill because of your past feelings, do you think he will let you go?" ”

Mr. Pujia's eyes did not fluctuate for a moment.

The seven politics of astrology are like being struck by lightning.

"I know that you can't bear it, but your compassion is to pour dirty water on Mr. Pujia's first name, and to cut a knife on the real Mr. Pujia. After tonight, the people of Batong River will mention Mr. Pujia again, what do you think will happen? ”

"Mr. I love ......"

"That has nothing to do with the present, and even less to the people whose average life expectancy is only a few years! They only know that because of Mr. Pujia, they have died their wives, children, husbands and parents! They have no home, no livelihood! ”

The seven politics of astrology are silent.

At this time, a profound aura came out of Mr. Pujia's body, and the overlord gun began to tremble sharply, and even the hand with the wind and the sky trembled.

Feng Changkong frowned, raised his foot and stepped on Mr. Pujia's chest.

Mr. Pu Jia reached out to block the soles of his feet, and then held them.

Feng Changkong pulled it out hard, and found that he couldn't do an inch.

Thick reeds began to grow all around, and the reeds quickly turned into sharp thorns, and the wind was trapped in the center of the sharp thorns.

Even if he is invincible and selfless, even if his star field has reached perfection, once these sharp thorns are pierced, he will definitely die.

Feng Changkong turned his head to look at the Seven Politics of Astrology, thinking to himself, are you dead?

He decided to do something.

A breath rose in the middle of the field, and thunder roared in the sky.

Enter the way with thunder, and this is his way.

The thunder grew brighter and brighter, and the momentum on his body grew heavier and heavier.

Then he thought of Yanbei, of thousands of miles of yellow sand, of 40,000 people, of his two sons who he hadn't seen for a long time and his two grandsons who had never met.

The momentum of the climb stopped.

The breath of the mist disperses with the wind.

The thunder stopped abruptly.

The thorn stabbed down suddenly, then stopped half a foot in front of Feng Changkong's body.

Feng Changkong breathed a sigh of relief, although he was not afraid of death, it was better not to die if he could not die.

He turned his head to look at the Seven Masters of Astrology, who stretched out his hand, and a blue star array appeared in front of his palm.

If he wasn't in the game, Feng Changkong would definitely be able to see that there was a similar star array around his body.

"Hurry!" The Seven Politics of Astrology shouted in a low voice.

The thorns gradually aged and turned into dust.

Mr. Pu Jia frowned, and before he could do anything, his hands and feet were trapped by invisible chains, and it was only at this time that he heard the voice of the seven political beings of astrology.

"Town!"

Feng Changkong thought to himself, "Wouldn't you have finished it sooner?

He pulled out the Overlord gun, but suddenly his eyes flashed with white light.

White light?

The sky is dark, the smoke and dust everywhere, where does the reflection come from?

He was a little puzzled, and then suddenly discovered the anomaly behind the seven politics of astrology.

I don't know when, the seven politics of astrology have been surrounded by Bai Lu, and with his strength, he has already discovered it, but for some reason he has never resisted.

Feng Changkong was very anxious, thinking to himself that you are also one of the Seven Politics, how can you be the same as a stupid *.

The Seven Politics of Astrology looked very indifferent, just slowly held the palm of his hand, and shouted softly: "Seal!" ”

As the words unfolded, the star array narrowed to the point where it was just enough to cover Mr. Pu Jia, and the white light disappeared in a flash.

But the crisis of the seven politics of astrology has not yet been resolved.

The white dew does not stop with the disappearance of the caster.

Feng Changkong didn't know what this method was for, but there must be a demon when things went wrong, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"What should I do?" He asked.

"As a gentleman, even if you lose your mind, you can make the most correct judgment." The Seven Politics of Astrology did not answer the words of Feng Changkong, but just sighed.

There was a vague sense of relief.

Feng Changkong scolded secretly, intending to make a move.

"Don't move, Bailu will blow up." The Seven Politics of Astrology said softly.

Feng Changkong frowned, "Then what should I do?" ”

The Seven Masters of the Astrology were silent, "Do you know how Mr. died?" ”

Feng Changkong thought to himself, how can I manage such things in ancient times? I'm afraid it's been hundreds of years since Pu Jia's death!

The Seven Masters of the Astrology sighed: "When the demon clan went south for the second time, Mr. used this trick to seal the thirty-third demon general, even the third demon general attacked, but he couldn't rescue it. Later, in order to vent his anger, the third demon general killed Mr. ”

Feng Changkong said, "What should I do now?" ”

The Seven Masters of Astrology said helplessly: "There is no way to do it, do you think I can figure it out?" ”

Feng Changkong looked at those white dews and asked seriously, "Is the explosion powerful?" ”

The Seven Politics of Astrology replied: "Under the Harmony of the Dao, there is no life. ”

Feng Changkong said: "What if you don't touch him? ”

The Seven Masters of Astrology said: "Then when it completely evaporates, I will also be sealed." ”

Feng Changkong frowned and said nothing.

"I really can't survive." The Seven Rulers of the Astrology said, "You go elsewhere." ”

"You deserve it!" Feng Changkong commented unceremoniously: "It's stupid to read, it's people like you." ”

"Respect for teachers and ......"

"Don't give me a respectful lesson! Is it his skin or his virtue and knowledge that he is most respected? You have compassion because of your skin, but you are the biggest deception and destruction of your ancestors! Feng Changkong continued: "But no matter how much you deserve it, you are also a great thing in the Void Dao Realm, and the current Wuyang City needs you." ”

The eyes of the seven stars moved slightly, and then said helplessly: "Then I'll try." ”

After that, the power of the star field has reappeared.

Dots of starlight are interspersed in a fine white mist.

The white fog gradually thinned out.

Wind Changkong thought to himself, I see.

Use the power of starlight to pull the white mist to empty the birth gate?

He didn't bother him silently, since the Seven Politics of Astrology had found a way, he could only be in a hurry here, and he might not be disturbed again.

He rose into the air and galloped towards the gates.

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