Wu Potian's shout was like a rolling spring thunder, which shook the entire Evil God Temple's Fang Yuan for a hundred miles, and this shout was full of anger, wild and agitated, loud and loud, and the space trembled fiercely.

Although this voice is very loud, it is extremely measured, only making people hear its sound and feel its might, but it does not have a trace of destructive power, which shows that the master of this voice, the realm of controlling the power is pure and unique, and has reached a very terrifying level.

Hearing this long shout, feeling this coercion like the king of all things, the hall master of the Zheng Dynasty couldn't stop trembling all over, and he had a feeling that the owner of this voice had a great interest in him.

Because, from this voice, he heard a kind of thought accessibility, confidence bursting, the world's great self-sacrificing domineering, the omnipotent domineering indignation of heaven and earth, as the acting hall master of the Evil God Temple, he has commanded hundreds of thousands of martial arts cultivators for hundreds of years, and the king's spirit is naturally increasing day by day, therefore, for the owner of this voice, he is out of instinctive disgust, and he doesn't like it very much......

The reason is simple, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. For hundreds of years, the hall master of the Zheng Dynasty has been the master of the Evil God Temple, and now, there are people who threaten his status in the Evil God Temple, of course he doesn't like it.

The hall master of the Zheng Dynasty seemed to have a premonition, and after this long shout came out, it marked that the Evil God Temple had reached the time of eventful autumn from now on, and his good life was about to last long.

Now, he's worried, very worried!

Therefore, his face was very gloomy, and when he squinted his eyes, he saw that his unfortunate son's face was blue, and as soon as he looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, he became angry for no reason, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, this useless thing, I don't know which woman just climbed down on the belly." As soon as I see your dead look, I get angry, don't show up in front of Lao Tzu, get out!"

The hall master Zheng Shao, who was scolded for no reason, was very annoyed, and even more confused, he had just struggled back from the death line. How would you know that he is in a very bad mood now/?

Zheng Shao Hall Master's eyes rolled like abacus beads for a while, his face was slightly annoyed but fleeting, he looked at his father who was extremely disgusted with him and asked: "Why is Father so worried? There is only one day, as long as you tell the secret news of the Evil God Temple Master after one day, there will be a Nether Alliance as a strong backing, who are you afraid of at that time, this Evil God Temple will always be yours." ”

"Fool, fool, you're a two-hundred-and-five. Roll away for Lao Tzu, hmph, do you think that bird Netherworld Alliance is a good thing? They are all scum who eat people and don't spit out bones, if my Evil God Temple is stained with them, it will be doomed, you fool, do you want to turn your Lao Tzu into an eternal sinner in the entire Evil God Temple?"

"What's wrong with sinners through the ages, it's better than being robbed of the position of the temple master for no reason, right? If you don't have the Acting Hall Master as a talisman, who knows which green onion you are? Your realm is just a martial king-level high-grade. There are many martial king-level masters in the Evil God Temple, who knows how old you are? Moreover, our father and son don't know how many lives have been killed in the past few hundred years, if the position of the acting hall master is not guaranteed, will they still survive?"

Hearing this, the face of the Hall Master of the Zheng Dynasty was as gloomy as water. I couldn't help but feel a slight ripple in my heart, "Yes, I have done too much to harm others, in order to keep my majesty and power, I have done too many things that lack morality!"

Now. For the sake of his own selfish desires, this Zheng Shaodian master was trying his best to persuade his Lao Tzu to betray the Evil God Temple, but he didn't know that it was his stupid move that completely buried the lives of their father and son.

Here's the afterword, press not the table:

Now, let's take a look at what will happen after Wu Potian finishes the tribulation, will he go to the Elders' House to ask for his guilt?

Wu Potian, who had just finished the double tribulation, hovered naked in mid-air, his eyes closed, and the flying golden feather behind him gently incited, exuding a strange purple glow, balancing his motionless body.

Now his whole body is refreshed, the whole person is completely immersed in this new realm of realization, his breath is constantly getting stronger, coercive and compelling, so that the two martial honor-level powerhouses beside him feel a little uncomfortable, and in addition to being frightened, the two old antiques can't help but carefully examine this weird guy:

During the inspection, they found that this strange state now looked like a combination of evil and holy, the breath of the body made people feel extremely sacred and evil, the body was still red and fruitful, no clothes were worn, and the whole body was still as black as the bottom of a pot like an African friend, but such a body was glowing with a white jade light, and the treasure light was faint, and the mixed beauty of holiness and bewitching was perfectly displayed on his body.

As if at this moment, if he wore a piece of clothing, it would damage his perfect image, and the old madman thought: how is this guy more and more like those gods in the West?

As Wu Potian's comprehension deepened, his aura changed several times, slowly becoming weaker and weaker from stronger and stronger, and finally became a state of no cultivation before he settled down.

Seeing the two old antiques in amazement, this is impossible, right? A body of breath can be confined like this, so that even our martial venerable powers can't sense his realm, what kind of state of mind cultivation do we have to achieve?

However, the truth was in front of them, and they had to believe it if they didn't believe it, because, at this time, Wu Potian began to change again, his brows began to wrinkle slightly, and his body shook violently a few times, and then, he stopped in the air again, as if nothing had happened.

However, after doing this for a few times, his cultivation was completely gone, and the compelling aura was so restrained that he couldn't feel it at all.

The old madman and the Demon Ape Divine Venerable looked at each other a few times, and they were shocked in their hearts, they knew that in order to do this, they had to at least reach the same realm as them, otherwise, it would never be possible! Could it be that this guy's state of mind cultivation has reached the level of Martial Venerable?

After examining it, the more the two martial artists looked at it, the more angry they became, damn it, weirdness is weirdness, shouldn't it be so shocking, right?

Now, the two old antiques don't look at him anymore, because, the more they look at it, the more they sulk in their hearts, and the more they look at it, the more they want to beat people, hey...... Don't look at it, don't watch it. It's tens of thousands of years old, so why bother looking for boring?

Hey, hey, hey......

Wu Potian didn't know about the funny performance of the two old antiques, and if he knew, he would definitely despise the two old guys.

Now, he is already a real martial monarch-level powerhouse. The nineteen-year-old Martial Monarch level created a precedent for the cultivation genius of the generation of the Flying Feather Continent, and refreshed the cultivation record of the genius of the Gai Dynasty in the entire Flying Feather Continent for tens of thousands of years.

Martial Monarch Level, the monarch of martial kings, is a level that can make the world's martial kings famous and change color, and it is a realm that can make the strong people of the martial king level disappear in the middle of every move.

Envy, a nineteen-year-old martial monarch-level powerhouse, is very enviable. I drooled with envy, and I was so envious that I wanted to peel off his cultivation and put it on my body.

It can be said that once he achieves Martial Monarch, he is equivalent to standing on top of the heads of hundreds of millions of martial cultivators and becoming a figure at the top of the pyramid of the Flying Feather Continent.

And now, Wu Potian, a nineteen-year-old child, has achieved the martial monarch level by relying on his hard work and understanding. Such a strong man, bullish. Very bullish, strong, not generally strong!

For hundreds of years, the entire Longao Empire, with a population of more than six billion, almost everyone has been cultivating martial arts, but only one has cultivated to the level of a martial monarch. Even he has been practicing for more than 800 years, meditating in retreat for a long time, cultivating his self-cultivation, and participating in martial arts, but he still hasn't touched the threshold of entering the martial emperor level.

If you want to advance from the Martial Monarch level to the Martial Emperor level. There are thousands of difficulties, and among the 10,000 Martial Monarch powerhouses, perhaps only one person will enter the Martial Emperor level at most.

1 in 10,000 ratio, do you say it's difficult?

What's more, who can cultivate to the Martial Emperor level, which one is not a contemporary Junjie, genius, or cultivation wizard? But even among this group of wizards, one out of ten thousand must be selected to achieve the Martial Emperor level, which is simply more difficult than ascending to the sky!

Therefore, in this realm, a large number of martial monarch-level masters have been hoarded, and they have practiced hard for thousands of years without being able to do so, and they have no chance to enter the realm of the martial emperor-level, and finally their physical energy is exhausted, and they die in the mountains of depressed old age.

And Wu Potian, a nineteen-year-old child, gave up the opportunity to continue to break through the Martial Emperor level, if other Martial Emperor-level powerhouses knew, would they run over and give him a fat beating?

However, Wu Potian practiced martial arts frantically and advanced quickly, not for power, let alone reputation, and he was also very indifferent to the temptation of immortality, the purpose of his martial arts cultivation was to protect his family from being bullied, to protect his women from being happy, and to let his family have a place to settle down in this Flying Feather Continent, nothing more.

However, it is such a small pursuit, and it is not easy to achieve, and sometimes, he has to joke helplessly: "The ideal is very plump, the reality is too skinny, hasty, can you not be so cruel?"

He found that the people in this bird place are stronger than the other, and the phrase "the strong have their own strong hands" is very applicable here, which is really right, especially the bird organization called the Netherworld Alliance, and even more sorely put his name in the first place on the must-kill list, as soon as he thought of this, he was so angry that his eyes were full of stars......

He was thinking, if I want the people of the martial family to live quietly, in addition to making the family itself strong, I also have to become strong quickly, only by making myself constantly stronger, will I have a sense of security, otherwise, this little pursuit will eventually come to naught......

Just when his mind was wandering, suddenly, he felt a sudden pain in his eyebrows, followed by a soft "pop", as if something exploded in his brain.

"Wouldn't it?Evil God Demon Pupil, you dare to come again at this time?!"

Depressed, very depressed, sensing the abnormal change of the evil god and demon pupil, although Wu Potian's heart was pleasantly surprised, but he was very helpless, because now he was a little tired, feeling a little tired, and he needed to rest quietly for a while.

Ordinary martial arts tribulation only takes about a day to be enough, but this double tribulation of his time has been tossed for two or three days, although his skills are now greatly improved, and his body feels very good, but one thing comes over and over again a few times, it is still very disgusting, and it is not fun at all!

A feeling of boredom and exhaustion filled his heart, this feeling was not physical, but psychologically tired, he needed to rest, recuperate, even for a few hours, to relieve the long-term pressure on his cranial nerves, to regulate the double fatigue of the mind and body.

But this evil god and demon pupil is very ignorant of current affairs, and he actually chose this time to be promoted, it's really a fucking evil god and demon pupil, and he likes to mess around too much, ya, who told you to be so delicious and energetic, can't you wait a few days to come to the promotion? )