Tuzhang looked back at the background of Tu Tianming twice, and felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't think of anything.

He glanced twice more, shook his head slightly, and approached the room.

Carefully looking at the jade slip in his hand, his eyes bloomed with a different light.

"I know that the third brother is extraordinary, but he is so generous, it seems that his power will not be small.

But also, the one that can plunder the bloodline before the 'return to silence' will be simple, and without the backing of an Immortal Emperor and Immortal Venerable, it will not be a turn at all. ”

As the most powerful immortal realm, although there are many emperor-level masters in it, it is not a bad street. Otherwise, the immortal realm would not be controlled by one emperor, four emperors and five immortals, and would have long since become a place for emperor-level masters to compete for hegemony.

Digging his consciousness into the jade slip, a voice rang out in Tu Zhang's mind.

There is not much information left in it, except for one paragraph, that is, Nangong Zhu left the location and contact method of the Nangong family.

Taking off the jade slip, Tu Ling couldn't help frowning.

Although the Nangong family is amazing, it is not enough to make him feel embarrassed, after all, the Wu clan can cross the nine heavens and push the races of immortals, demons, beasts, ghosts, and demons.

What made him feel embarrassed was the information left by Nangong Zhu, which made him wonder.

Soon, he came back to his senses, "Well, this young lady from the Nangong family is indeed not suitable to appear at the sacrificial ceremony." ”

In addition to the embarrassment of Tu Zhang, Tu Tianming, who stayed in the hall, was also swaying.

It's not how to take care of them, or what to do for them. In fact, he started working on these two questions as soon as he came over.

He was using the power of his earth system to nourish the bodies of the two.

A demonic voice sounded in his heart from time to time: "This is the best chance, the opportunity to manipulate Tujiemin." With the friendship between you, and the fact that Emperor Tujie is in your hands, you don't have to worry about him turning against you at all. ”

As a powerful witch, although Tu Tianming warms the body for the two of them, he is still at ease.

Night falls, covering everything up.

Lin Mochen, who returned to the house, lay back on the bed directly, ready to fall asleep. It's not that he's thinking about being lazy, it's that he's exhausted inside.

In this frequent consumption and recovery, although the energy can be kept up in time, the recovery of the mind is not overnight.

Lying flat on the bed, his eyes closed slightly, but there were figures flashing in front of him, and he knew that a tall, strong figure was blurred in his mind, and all consciousness disappeared.

For cultivators, sleep is a luxury, as most cultivators are able to substitute cultivation for sleep. But for Lin Mochen, sleeping is a natural thing.

So, he fell asleep and snored softly, proving his exhaustion.

Compared with his comfort, Mi Niang could only hide in a cave and look at the Wu clan with beautiful eyes. Next to her, it was the hidden skunk that made Lin Mochen stun himself. The difference is that the smell does not invade within a radius of Mi Niang, but is filled with the fragrance of Mi Niang.

"With the kindness of healing, that kid should be able to thrive in the Tu tribe. But he's going to get out of the witch clan after all, and that's a nuisance!"

The purpose of Mi Niang's departure was to prevent the two of them from being rounded, but she couldn't rest assured that Lin Mochen could only hide in this place where people hated each other and observe each other's situation.

"He and the witch priest are married, and the relationship between the two must be good. It's a pity that the witch sacrifice of the Tu tribe is a newcomer, otherwise it would not be impossible for Elder Quanbi. But also, if it weren't for the new witch priest, he might not be able to take a fancy to that little guy. ”

Mi Niang's analysis can no longer judge right or wrong, after all, for the Wu clan, the most important thing is to have similar interests. If Toshiro had maintained a lofty posture, the two might not have met.

"But this is also an opportunity!" Mi Niang's eyes suddenly lit up with a strange color.

"If you can make good use of it, let the Tu tribe and the generals form an alliance to prevent the Xuan Corpse lineage, this worry will be solved. ”

Although the Dark Pavilion of the Famous City is not inferior to the power of the top ten families of the Xuan Corpse First Line, it is far from being an opponent compared to the entire Xuan Corpse First Lineage. Since the original zombie god difficulty, the generals and ministers were exterminated to the masters of the zombie emperor level, and it was not until the Ming Zheng was born that there was a trace of race left for the generals and ministers.

Although Ming Zheng is a genius, his cultivation is shallow, and he is far from being the opponent of the masters of the ten major families combined.

"This is my last effort for the generals!" Mi Niang made up her mind, and sent a message like Ming Zheng.

Wushan, Ming Zheng and Xia Geng are far away.

The Ming Pavilion Lord was expressionless, and his body exuded a faint majesty.

Although Xia Geng on the opposite side has no head, his momentum is equally majestic, and he even has a sharp aura under the rendering of Ge Dun.

"Patriarch Xia Geng, aren't you going to give me an explanation? When you first established the Spatial Transformation Array, it was your dead face that begged for it, and I arranged the formation, and you also promised to guard the position of the formation. As a result, it turned into the culprit of hunting generals. ”

"Those were hunted and killed, if it weren't for your arrival, we would still be in the dark! I, the seventy-two elders of the Xia clan, are either in retreat or are concentrating on preparation. If the Ming Pavilion Lord is in need, I am willing to send an elder to help you. ”

Xia Geng's voice came from several places in his belly, although hoarse, but extremely sincere.

"We don't deal with each other for a year or two, so don't say anything perfunctory. I passed by the post station, and the elders of your Wu clan were cultivating next to me, and you told me that you just learned about it?"

"That seems to be a dereliction of duty on the part of the Sixty-Nine Elders, and I will definitely let him face the wall for a thousand years as a punishment. I wonder where Elder Sixty-Nine is now?"

"Xia Geng, you are really a shameless person!" Ming Zheng said with unceremonious disdain: "Do you think I will let him live?"

The shield in Xia Geng's hand tightened, and then he slowly spoke: "If you can die in the hands of the master of the Ming Pavilion, you can be worthy of his identity." Since the Ming Pavilion Lord is so murderous, shouldn't we old guys also move around more?"

"This is your freedom. Anyway, the withering of the general's clan is already doomed, but there are still a lot of Xuan corpses, and I don't mind killing half of them by mistake and scattering them when they 'return to silence'. Ming Zheng had a bit of a solemn momentum on his face, faintly overpowering the other party's momentum.

"Haha, the Ming Pavilion Lord has come all the way here, but it's not like it's a homely thing, let's get straight to the point. Xia Geng changed the subject.

In the face of an old fritter like Xia Geng, the face of the Ming Pavilion Lord remained unchanged, and then he said angrily: "The generals have been oppressed by the Xuan corpse for countless thousands of years, and I just want to get a promise. ”