The city of Xiangyang is broken, and the news can't be covered up at all.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State fought desperately, blocked Yuanmeng's iron cavalry, and finally died, wrapped in horse leather, sleeping in the yellow sand, this news could not be concealed.

And the crown prince Zhao Shenyan led a team of ceremonial officials, planning to seek peace talks between Yuanmeng and Meng, preparing to cede land and compensate money to suspend the hooves of Yuanmeng's iron horse, this news can not be concealed either!

Three messages, one more uproar than the other.

After it was transmitted back to Lin'an, it caused an uproar.

The whole Lin'an is in turmoil, and many people feel a little ridiculous and speechless, and many generals are furious, and their hearts are boiling with murderous anger, but they can only hold the hilt of the sword, unable to rage.

Liu Guanshi of Shangzhu State used to be a peerless general, and before he died, he did not fall into the name of a peerless general, and chose to fight to show the temperament of a martial artist.

They did not have weak legs, did not have timidity, did not bow their heads, begged for peace and cedes?

Unless the Yuan Mengtie rode over their corpses.

The civil officials in Lin'an City are also related, because not only Liu Guanshi died, but also the crown prince Zhao Shenyan.

That's the crown prince, the prince of a country, although in the Great Zhao Dynasty, he is the son of heaven who fights with iron and the prince who runs water.

But......

The crown prince died in an extremely humiliating way at the hands of the Yuanmeng Iron Rider, and I have to say that this was also a shock.

The civil officials were worried that the Yuan and Mongolian sides did not seem to be willing to sue for peace and insisted on attacking Xiangyang, which was not good news.

Their fear of Emperor Yuanmeng is deep-rooted.

Therefore, they were terrified, worried that the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry would really kill Lin'an, and now although they had their backs to the heavens, the development of the Ascension Immortal Land was too short, and there was also an Anle coalition army watching from the side.

Naturally, they were very worried.

As for Liu Guanshi's death, for the civilian officials, they will only put all the blame for the failure of the peace talks on him.

They will feel that it was Liu Guanshi who insisted on fighting against Yuanmeng, so the Yuanmeng Emperor was annoyed and angry, so the peace talks failed and there was no capital for peace talks.

In the Academy of Literature, many students heard the shouts of the second master Pang Ji, Pang Ji has a respected status in the Academy of Literature, and is more important in the minds of the students than the eldest master Zhu Huoxi and the former third master Wang Banshan.

Because of the close relationship between Pang Ji and the court, many civil officials in the court are students of Pang Ji, so many students respect Pang Ji very much on weekdays.

However, this time, Pang Ji raised his arms and shouted in the academy, but no one responded.

They did not dare to respond.

Vayuan?

They don't have the courage, and besides...... They feel that it shouldn't be them who are readers, they are just readers, what can they do?

It was the fault of Liu Guanshi of the Wufu Shangzhu State that led to Yuan Meng's attack on Xiangyang City, why should they be scholars?

Therefore, no one agreed, even if the respected Pang Ji mentioned it, they did not respond.

They even thought it was a joke.

Second Master...... Is this stupid?

……

……

The city of Xiangyang was broken, and the Yuanmeng iron cavalry continued to go south, and where they passed, they were invincible, and the army of the Great Zhao Dynasty had no intention of resisting at all.

After all, the news that the crown prince Zhao Shenyan personally went to the peace talks was also returned, shattering the desperate beliefs of many martial artists.

The imperial court is planning to negotiate peace, what are they fighting for? Does it make sense to be desperate?

Even if he resisted Yuanmeng, in the end, it was not in exchange for peace talks between the court and the Yuanmeng army?

It doesn't make any sense at all.

Therefore, along the way, Yuanmeng is like a bamboo.

The smoke and dust were billowing, the earth was shaking, and the Yuanmeng Iron Horse was like a black oppressive cloud, shrouded from north to south.

However, unexpectedly, along the way, the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry did not do any dangerous acts to the people and merchants in the ruined city.

This situation makes many people a little confused and confused, although the city was taken over by Yuanmeng, but at least ...... No massacre, no persecution.

Many people inquired carefully and learned that it was an agreement between Emperor Yuanmeng and the An family.

Emperor Yuanmeng is also a person who keeps promises, since he promised Anle, he will not regret it, with his might, although the soldiers in the Yuanmeng army are ready to move, but after all, they still endure.

"Your Majesty, there is no need for us to abide by the agreement with An Le, how can we break through the city and not reap the spoils?"

In the queue of the Yuanmeng army, Marshal Toure stepped on the chariot of the Yuanmeng Emperor and suggested to the Yuanmeng Emperor with a smile on his face.

"Along the way, I have to say that Da Zhao's development in the past five hundred years is really not in vain, too fat, in terms of wealth, it is indeed much stronger than our Yuanmeng, and it really knows how to enjoy, there are as many as five green buildings in a small city...... Tut. ”

Toure has a big waist and a round waist, and his greatest preference is to comfort a woman who has lost her husband and her footing, rubbing her hands, and can't help but admire.

Zuo Xiang Boyan shook the feather fan lightly on the side, looking at Toure with a smile.

He couldn't tell it was Toure's own mind.

Of course, Bo Yan also knew that for the Yuanmeng army, it was indeed a bit painful for Baoshan to be in front and not robbed.

However, after all, it was Emperor Yuanmeng who personally spoke, and they should abide by it or abide by it.

Inside the chariot, Emperor Yuanmeng slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at Toure indifferently, with a terrifying coercion in his cold eyes.

"Toure, if you don't want the power of the dragon vein, Gu can help you take it back, you don't want to sit in the position of marshal, there are others who are willing to sit."

Emperor Yuanmeng's voice was very indifferent.

This indifference made Toure suddenly change color, and he hurriedly fell to his knees.

"Lone has already spoken, how many times do you want Lone to speak?"

Emperor Yuanmeng leaned back in his chair, his whole body intertwined.

Toure hurriedly kowtowed, and as Emperor Yuanmeng set foot in the Eleventh Realm, Jiwei was even more terrifying, even more terrifying than before.

If they were still human beings before, then the current Yuanmeng Emperor feels like a god to them!

As a strong man who has followed Emperor Yuanmeng for so long, Toure naturally knows whether Emperor Yuanmeng is really angry or falsely angry.

"Your Majesty, the minister is wrong, Toure is wrong."

Toure hurriedly said, not daring to mention it again.

Inside the chariot, the other strong people were also silent, not daring to say anything.

Zuo Xiang Boyan continued to shake the feather fan, shook his head with a chuckle, and looked at Toure with pity.

"Do you really think that Lone is to keep his promise with peace?"

Emperor Yuanmeng was burly and spoke indifferently.

Everyone was stunned, but Boyan was not surprised.

Toure knelt on the ground, tilted his head, scratched the back of his head with his braids, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it?" ”

Emperor Yuanmeng was a little speechless, with this guy's IQ, it was really not easy to be able to cultivate to such a high level.

Zuo Xiangbo covered his mouth with a feather fan and couldn't help laughing.

"What helped you and others to ascend to the Ten Realms is the power of the dragon vein of Middle Earth, the power of the dragon vein is to grow, it is not feasible to kill in vain, the people of Great Zhao were originally the people of Middle Earth, although Great Zhao moved south, but the roots are in Middle Earth, so ...... If we break down a city, we will slaughter it...... The power of the dragon veins will only become more and more depleted. ”

Zuo Xiangbo said softly.

Emperor Yuanmeng's face showed appreciation, obviously what Bo Yan said was right.

His burly body sat upright in a chair.

"Lone will not be afraid of Anle, why do you have to make an agreement with him, although he said that he would fight Zhao together and attack the land of ascending immortals...... But even if they don't work together, so what? ”

"Of course, since Lone agreed, plus the power of the dragon vein has this demand, then naturally according to this demand."

Emperor Yuanmeng leaned back in his chair and said lightly.

"This is the last time Lone will say, whoever asks again, Lone will be questioned, and the army will also pay attention."

Zuo Xiang Boyan immediately clenched his fists and said that he obeyed the order.

Toure, who was kneeling on the ground, nodded again and again.

It turned out to be related to the power of the dragon vein...... That's really something you have to restrain yourself.

Toure can now set foot in the Ten Realms, but it is closely related to the power of the dragon vein, if it is not for the power of a dragon vein blessed by him, it may take some time for him to break through the Ten Realms, and he may not even be able to break through.

He naturally cherishes this opportunity very much, and he is anxious with whoever dares to destroy this opportunity.

Suddenly.

The chariot came to a slow stop.

Toure froze: "What's the matter?" The city of De'an is here? ”

Zuo Xiang Boyan shook his head, frowning slightly, as if he hadn't expected this situation.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were deep, sitting on the chair, without too many movements, the power of the nine dragon veins around him, like nine divine dragons meandering, intertwined and strengthened his qi.

His gaze looked out of the chariot, as if he had seen through it.

……

The morning light is faint, the mist is floating in the fields, the sky is dark, and the dew on the blades of grass reflects the light in the environment, like fireflies in the dark night.

On the field, the grass swayed slowly in the breeze, swaying the hanging dewdrops.

A figure came from the other end of the field, walking unhurriedly, with a thin body, a rickety figure, and an old face......

The wind and candle are in their last years, as if they will be blown down by a gust of wind at any time.

The figure was wearing a washed almost white green shirt, full of white hair, flying messily in the wind.

On the other side of the field, there is the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry, a mighty and dense army.

The terrifying military momentum, like a blood-colored flame, burned in the field, soaring into the sky, distorting the heavens and the earth, making people's souls tremble and make their bodies tremble.

That is the number one army in the world, the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry, invincible in all directions, and destroying countless strong enemies!

The old man's thin body slowly raised his head, his eyes were cloudy, with a little relief and relief.

Liberation is because he is finally able to atone for what he has done.

The relief is because in the face of the horror of the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry, it is to understand why so many people are afraid of the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry, and they will choose to retreat and choose peace talks.

However, when a country's life and death are in danger, how can it choose to retreat because of fear, throw your face on the ground, and trample on it to your heart's content? Scholars must not only have the wisdom to govern the country, but also have the courage to resist the enemy. ”

The old man spoke softly, as if he was teaching his students in the black-tiled and white-walled building of the Academy of Letters on weekdays.

And at the moment, there is not a single student behind him.

No one listens to his teachings, only he listens.

In the Yuanmeng army, Toure had already stepped out of the chariot and stood on the chariot, wearing armor and squinting.

"Just an old man?"

"Just old man, you plan to stop Yuanmeng Tieqi with your own strength?"

A disdainful smile tugged at Toure's lips.

This Da Zhao is really getting more and more stupid.

He stood condescendingly on the chariot, looked down at the old man, and said with a sneer: "Old fellow, you won't also come to the peace talks, right?" ”

Although there is a field apart, one is on this side of the field, and the other is on the other side of the field, but what kind of realm Toure is now, the sound of his words can be clearly transmitted to the ears of the old man.

The ridicule is also the transmission of the same.

"How can I be ridiculed ...... people like this"

The old man's body trembled slightly.

However, he knew that this was Da Zhao's deserved.

His face full of ravines was calm, his head was raised, his eyes were as deep as two stars in the night, and he looked directly at the dense army, without fear at all.

He saw Toure standing on the chariot and said calmly: "If you don't make peace, come to atone, come ...... Vayuan. ”

The wind rose again in the field, and the green grass on the ground swayed, and lowered his posture.

The old man's words, along with the wind, reached the ears of every soldier of the Yuanmeng army, and suddenly there was a sneer that shook the sky.

"Where did the old thing come from, I'm really not afraid of death...... Also cut the yuan? ”

"You're also worthy of Vayuan?"

"Is it a person to cut Yuan?"

"Are you the monster you are? Or the reincarnated immortal in the Great Zhao Lin'an Mansion? ”

Toure made no secret of his sarcasm, full of laughter and disdain.

Then, as the laughter stopped, he raised his hand and pressed down sharply.

"Run it over."

The voice was cold.

Order!

The war horses neighed, the killing machine between heaven and earth suddenly surged, and the terrifying military momentum turned into a blood-colored god of war, trampling the earth, and shaking the earth and mountains!

On the field.

The old man in the green shirt slowly raised his hands, made a semicircle in front of him, and handed out the soles of his feet wearing shabby cloth shoes, and also made a circle on the grass.

"Literary, Pang Ji."

With a soft voice, he also began to take a step, and the wind outlined his thin body.

His steps became faster and faster, reciting the book of sages in his mouth, reciting the famous chapters that once belonged to him, and in his body, there was a mighty righteousness that belonged to him, like a white python condensed around him, raising his head in the field, opening his mouth and roaring.

The black-pressed Yuanmeng Iron Rider rushed over.

The thin Confucian shirt is also running in the field, and the white hair is flying against the wind.

Like a mayfly, it slammed into a towering tree.

……

In the chariot of the army.

The palace inside the chariot presents a picture of the field.

Emperor Yuanmeng sat on the chair, his face did not change much.

"Who is he?"

Emperor Yuanmeng said lightly.

"Bunyuan Pang Ji...... The second master of the Academy of Literature, a figure not to be afraid of, Zhu Huoxi, the eldest master of the Academy of Literature, is the most insignificant compared with the third master Wang Banshan, who has now built a academy in Xiliang City and has been blessed by the Wenqu Monument. ”

"Because this person is too deeply involved in the Great Zhao court, the disciples he has cultivated are all civil officials for the Great Zhao court."

"What we say about him...... A sour Confucian student, corrupted by glory and wealth, has long lost his original intention of being a scholar, a sanctimonious Confucian student. ”

Zuo Xiang Boyan shook his feather fan lightly and talked about his judgment.

"However, today's move is really a bit incomprehensible......"

Bo Yan said.

How could Pang Ji come here alone to stop the Yuanmeng army and shout for Yuan?

Could it be that there is an entire army of scholars in the Academy of Literature behind him?

I heard that the vast river of scholars can become an army by one person.

However, looking at Pang Ji, who was thin and charging alone...... It seems that the situation is not what he imagined.

Pang Ji ...... There don't seem to be any reinforcements.

"He has a heart for death."

Emperor Yuanmeng said.

He slowly straightened up, his eyes looked at the old figure, and brought a little ...... interest, and a little bit of excitement.

……

……

In the city of Jiangzhou.

in the tavern.

It was raining lightly, and the rain condensed into a curtain of beads on the window edge of the tavern, pouring down continuously.

An Le had already finished sorting out the harvest and was continuing to drink.

He could feel the extremely strong aura in Jiangzhou City, which was the transformation that took place when Lu Yishan, Li You'an and the others were refining the Origin Pearl.

The aura of heaven and earth is extremely majestic, causing the celestial phenomena to change.

The rain would continue for a long time, and it would not stop until they had completed their breakthrough and the sun would shine.

Suddenly, An Le paused as he raised his glass, and raised his eyebrows.

In the body, the fifth mountain and river tripod is vibrating slightly, and this mountain and river tripod refined with the help of the third mountain lord Wen Lu Shang's Haoran righteousness is very obvious to the Haoran between heaven and earth.

At this moment, it seems that there is a vague sense of some special situation.

"Someone extradited Haoran, and ...... Is it an extremely large Haoran? ”

An Le was surprised.

In this world, there are only a few people who can attract Haoran, and it is unlikely that they can attract such Haoran......

"Bunin?"

An Le thought of a place he hadn't expected.

He looked to the north, that was the direction of Yuanmeng's iron cavalry southward, this Haoran was triggered, could it be on the way to attack Yuanmeng? The scholars of the Academy of Literature went to Vayuan?

No way.

An Le immediately vetoed this, and the scholars of the Academy of Letters ...... It is impossible to have this courage.

The literary academy in Lin'an has long been reduced to a gold-plated place for the powerful, and has long become a place for chasing fame and fortune.

Those who read have long since lost this heart.

If the scholars of the Academy of Literature can still have the collective spirit to go out to fight against Yuanmeng, it will be impossible for An Le to take the Wenqu Monument away from the Academy, and there is no need to build another academy in Xiliang City.

An Le flicked his fingers.

A streamer burst out, and the silver light was very gorgeous.

It was a war puppet that he hadn't used for a long time.

As An Le Xiuwei set foot in the Ten Realms and Three Calamities, the combat power of the war puppet also reached the level of the Ten Realms and Three Calamities.

A war puppet of such a level, in this world, he can go wherever he wants.

Moreover, this war puppet is based on Emperor Yuanmeng as a template, with excellent combat power, coupled with the blessing of some hole cards in An Le, he can definitely become a first-class powerhouse in the world.

In Jiangzhou City, although the strong are like clouds, An Le is still not at ease, after all, Lu Yishan, Li You'an, the Old Heavenly Master and the Old Sword Saint are using the Origin Pearl, Lu Yishan and Li Youan may not be able to impact the Eleventh Realm, but the Old Heavenly Master and the Old Sword Saint have the capital to impact the Eleventh Realm.

An Le naturally needs to help them protect the Dharma.

In case Zhao Xianyou sent the other eleven realms to make trouble, An Le would at least be able to stop it in time.

As soon as his mind moved, the power bestowed by the third-order spiritual river was extremely majestic, and he poured into the war puppet.

In fact, in just a while, An Le's spiritual power had already detected the situation, and it turned out that the second master, Pang Ji, was fighting against Yuanmeng alone.

"Atonement for sin?"

"Is this a recognition of your mistake?"

Drink a glass of wine in peace.

For the second master, Pang Ji, An Le didn't have much resentment.

There is no big grudge against each other.

Now, seeing the second master Pang Ji appear in the wilderness, cutting Yuanmeng alone, with the idea of dying, An Le couldn't help but feel sorry for it.

He felt a kind of pathos, a kind of powerlessness, a kind of self-blame and repentance from the second master.

Perhaps, he felt that Lin'an Wenyuan would become what it is today, and there was an inseparable reason with him.

An Le's real body did not rush to go, and with a flick of his fingers, he manipulated the war puppet to go.

……

……

On the field.

The dense Yuanmeng Iron Horse instantly engulfed Pang Ji's body, like a terrifying river and sea, engulfing a slightly inconspicuous reef.

Suddenly, the reef emerged from the sea, as if piercing through the raging water, standing still.

Haoran is surging, like a tornado, Pang Ji pressed it with his bare hands, and several Yuanmeng cavalry wearing armor were pressed and exploded, and the white python turned into Haoran righteousness, between the meanders, like a dragon rolling, extremely domineering.

It's just the first collision, and the Yuanmeng Iron Horse, who thought it could be crushed, was torn open a gap.

Every time Pang Ji dropped his palm, he would beat the elite soldiers in armor to blood, and even die directly, and the surrounding area was emptied of a vacuum by the Haoran White Python.

In the face of a siege, the best thing to do is to keep the surrounding area empty, so that you have the spare strength to respond, if you are suppressed by a honeycomb, it is easy to fall into passivity, and you need to react extremely quickly to deal with attacks from all sides.

Pang Ji obviously did this with ease.

"Ten Realms!"

Standing on top of the chariot, Toure's eyes froze, and the next moment, his body disappeared in place, holding a large axe, slammed it up, and slashed it down.

There is a tendency to split the mountain, and the power of the avenue is cathartic, which is extremely terrifying.

The Haoran white python collided, collided with the big axe that split the mountain, and the powerful qi waves blew in front of the two, instantly blowing up layers of soil, and the wild grass growing on the field was also torn apart by the terrifying force and blown into powder.

Toure roared angrily, and the power of the dragon vein was blessed, like a winding earth-colored divine dragon winding, howling, and biting at Pang Ji's Haoran white python.

However, on Pang Ji's face full of ravines, there was not much color change.

He withstood Toure's pressure, did not flinch, and took a step forward.

With this step, the Haoran on his body directly surged up again, and Pang Ji's whole life, soul, and even everything in his life burned at this moment.

The Haoran White Python ignited the fire, became hot, and grew stronger, actually suppressing the power of the dragon vein.

Toure's face froze slightly.

The old man raised his arms in Lin'an, and wanted to let the scholars of Lin'an come to kill Yuan, but it was a pity that ...... No one followed the old man's footsteps, and at that moment, the old man was confused, the students who taught, and the officials ...... Perhaps, it was all a mistake. ”

"But it's not in the way, today, the old man responds to himself and comes to cut Yuan."

Pang Ji laughed.

His eyes were bright, and he looked up at the curtain of morning light that tore through the clouds, his eyes were bright and his spirit was rolling.

"Today, I borrow your three-foot Haoran to destroy Yuanmeng!"

Pang Jigao drank.

The words fell, mighty, fierce and fierce.

Toure, who was confronting Pang Ji, was shocked, and only felt a chill rushing in.

Pang Ji stared at the sky.

Suddenly, at the end of the sky, a figure slowly appeared, it was a puppet, the face could not be seen clearly, and the body was burly.

said lightly: "Borrowing Haoran to cut the yuan is for Haoran's business, borrowing it." ”

Pang Ji's body shook violently, his face was extremely complicated, and then he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Thank you, Mr. An." Pang Jidao.

Rumble!

Toure, who was confronting Pang Ji, trembled all over, and a touch of horror surged in his heart.

Easy?

Where is it? Where?!

He immediately got out, no longer confronted Pang Ji, and turned into a streamer and retreated to the chariot......

Inside the chariot.

Emperor Yuanmeng's gaze fell on the war puppet, his eyes were deep, and he vaguely felt a familiar aura on the war puppet.

However, at this time, he did not deal with the war puppet.

Instead, he looked at Na Pang Ji.

Borrow Haoran from the world's Haoran?

In the sky, the battle puppet levitated, raised its hand, and suddenly a majestic Haoran sword qi surged down, diffusing into Pang Ji's body at an extremely fast speed.

Pang Ji's body shook.

He smiled gratefully, and clasped his fists: "Gongzi An, the past is all the fault of the old man, and the literary academy has come to the point where it is now, it is also the fault of the old man, and today the old man is not only the Yuan, but also the atonement." ”

The Third Holy Mountain.

Above the Holy Mountain, between small buildings.

The tall body of the third mountain lord walked out of the house and looked in one direction.

"Borrow Haoran to cut the yuan?"

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds."

"Borrowed."

The words fell.

The body of the third mountain lord suddenly erupted into a terrifying torrent of righteous qi, white as a river and sea, pouring into the sky, across the clouds, towards the distant wilderness like a waterfall flowing straight down, crashing into it.

……

Jiangzhou City.

Wang Banshan was preaching in the city, and many students in Confucian shirts followed him, listening quietly.

Suddenly, Wang Banshan stopped speaking, raised his head and looked in one direction.

His expression suddenly became very complicated.

"Second Master...... Lost in the way. ”

"The biggest fault is not you, it's the general environment of Lin'an, and it's the students who are unsettled."

"However, today you are alone and have the will to die, and I will not ruin your happiness."

"You and I have also sat and talked, appreciated poetry and paintings, traveled on the lake, and exchanged knowledge......"

"I borrowed it."

The second master, Wang Banshan, sighed, held a volume of sage books, and the Confucian shirt on his body suddenly flew up, and the explosion of Haoran poured into the sky and crashed into the sky.

……

On the side of the ancient road, in the long pavilion.

The eldest master, Zhu Huoxi, was in a flying Confucian shirt, carrying his hands on his back, and his eyes were complicated.

He didn't say much, he didn't feel anything.

He should be emotional, he should say it, he talked to Pang Ji in front of the banana in the Academy of Literature.

Now, Pang Ji borrowed Haoran and borrowed it.

A wave of majesty burst out from the long pavilion.

……

West Liang City.

In the academy, the Wenqu monument standing quietly suddenly glowed with starlight.

A little bit of Haoran surged out of it, turned into a long river, and swept towards the horizon.

……

……

On the field.

Pang Ji tilted his head, tears in his eyes.

He looked at the one after another Haoran emerging from the heavenly dome, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out.

Today, he hears the same way.

He only knew how to reach the like-minded state with these people, and now he knows that he can die at night.

He sensed Haoran of too many familiar people.

He sensed the Haoran of Wang Banshan, who had embarked on a strange road, and still remembered those years with Wang Banshan.

"Pang Ji, thank you."

Pang Ji clenched his fists and made a big gift.

The next moment.

The mighty river has spilled into his body.

Boom Boom!

Pang Ji's body flew up directly, suspended in mid-air, the old man was gone, the white hair turned black, the ravines were gone, the brilliance was like the return of the years, the rickets were gone, and they were as tall as the pines!

Pang Ji's whole person began to glow.

He bathed in the Haoran that he borrowed from all the Haoran in the heavens and the earth.

Burst out laughing.

The aura on his body continued to rise, and it was originally just a cultivation that had just entered the Ten Realms and One Calamity, but at this moment, he broke the shackles and continued to climb.

Ten realms, two calamities, three calamities, half-step Venerable, Origin Realm!

Keep climbing!

Meanwhile.

Behind Pang Ji, there is a huge light and shadow that has been condensed by Haoran.

"Today, I borrow your three-foot Haoran to invite Confucian and Taoist saints to destroy Yuanmeng!"

Pang Ji gave birth to the light and shadow of the saint.

Raising his hand to draw a circle, the heavens and the earth gave birth to a giant palm, and it shot at the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry Army from afar.

"Today, please Emperor Yuanmeng to die."

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