At the moment when Wu Di stepped on the flying sword and lifted into the air, the four people on the city tower were stunned.

"! I knew that guy wasn't a thing. Huo Yun scolded.

"Huo Daoyou, with his own identity, he always shouts and scolds like this, so that the thousand cultivators below can hear it, what kind of system?" Wang Ze glared at Huo Yun, becoming more and more unaccustomed to it.

"I shouldn't scold him?Wang Ze, are you blind?That guy said that he was waiting for someone, and it turned out to be the thirty immortal kings of the Corpse Netherworld Sect. Huo Yun pointed to the distance and roared, suddenly seemed to understand something, squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Ze, and sneered: "That guy also said that he was a member of the Tianyuan Sect, and you Tianyuan Sect is nothing more than that, and the spies who have been mixed into the Corpse Sect don't know." ”

"Shut up!"

Wang Ze was furious.

"I said two grandfathers, they're all at this juncture, why are you two still arguing?"

Wan Chi of the Tiangang faction came forward to persuade with a sad face, but Li Rong, a female disciple of the Yaohe faction, did not speak, covering her mouth and staring at Wu Di and the others in the air.

Gradually, she felt that something was not quite right.

"I said three, things are a little strange. You see, since the young man stepped on his sword and lifted into the air, the thirty immortal kings of the Corpse Netherworld Sect stopped, and the two sides always maintained a distance of 100 meters. ”

"Well, that's true. ”

Wang Ze sighed lightly, and no longer paid attention to Huo Yun, and walked to the edge of the city tower and looked at it from afar.

On the river, Wu Di and the thirty immortal kings stood opposite each other.

On Wu Di's face, there was no joy or anger at all, but there was a monstrous killing intent in his eyes.

At the beginning, the fat and thin two Corpse Netherworld Sect elders were right, the thirty immortal kings who came were cultivated from high to low, and there were ten one-star, two-star, and three-star immortal kings.

They were led by a white-haired old man, who was wearing a brown robe and a goatee with a national character face, although he was a three-star immortal king, but the spiritual power fluctuations he exuded were far better than the other nine three-star immortal kings, and his cultivation was obviously more exquisite, and he was just around the corner to a four-star promotion.

"Jiao Qingjie, the eighth elder of the Corpse Sect of the Lower Canghai Country, I don't know who Xiaoyou is, and why is he blocking our way?" Jiao Qingjie looked jealous, hugged his fist at Wu Di, and asked.

In fact, when Jiao Qingjie and the others were twenty miles away, they saw Wu Di sitting in front of the wooden bridge.

I thought that Wu Di was sitting there waiting for someone from Canghai Country, so Jiao Qingjie didn't care too much about it at that time.

But when they arrived on the river and saw Wu Di throwing his sword into the air, Jiao Qingjie faintly felt that things were not as simple as he thought.

The other party was indeed waiting for someone, to Jiao Qingjie's surprise, it seemed that the teenager was waiting for them.

At this moment, after the white-haired Jiao Qingjie opened his mouth with his fists, the corners of Wu Di's mouth showed an evil smile.

"I take the liberty of asking, the Corpse Netherworld Sect Xingshi mobilized everyone to Qingzhou, do you really plan to assist the Netherworld Temple to unify Qingzhou?"

"Huh?"

Jiao Qingjie frowned suddenly, and looked at Wu Di carefully, his eyes were thoughtful, but after a while, he still looked confused.

"Xiaoyou, listen to the meaning of your words, do you know something that you shouldn't know, but I'm curious, according to the news we got from the Corpse Sect, in addition to Su Chen and his three apprentices, Qingzhou is also the strongest cultivation of Bu Yuanzi. And Su Chen has already been caught by us, one of his three apprentices can't leave Sanssouci Valley, and the other two went to Canghai Country a few days ago, who are you?"

"Don't ask, Qingzhou is a nameless small repair. Wu Di took a deep breath and said again: "But as a cultivator of Qingzhou, even if he is nameless, he also has feelings for his family and country, and he does not want to be a slave of the country." ”

"You're going to stop us?"

"Of course!"

Wu Di's answer was categorical, even in the face of thirty immortal kings, there were thirty corpse spirits in the coffin whose strength was comparable to that of immortal kings, there was never fear in his eyes, and there was never any intention of evasion.

"Little friend, do you think you alone can stop us? You turn around and look at the top of the city tower, there are four immortal masters there, but they don't even dare to go out of the city, is it worth it for you to protect them?" Jiao Qingjie asked with a sneer.

"I never thought about these problems!" Wu Di smiled lightly.

"Oh?"

"All I know is that the land behind me is the land that nurtures me. I also know that there are still hundreds of thousands of monks in this land. The four men drove me out of town, and I didn't hate them. At this time, they dare not go out of the city to protect me, so I will protect them. ”

......

The words suddenly made the sneer on Jiao Qingjie's face disappear.

"Little friend, although the old man doesn't know your name, but listening to your words, the old man admires you as a man. Jiao Qingjie hugged his fist at Wu Di again, and the moment he put down his hand, his eyes suddenly flashed with a strong killing intent: "But the sect master has an order, Qingzhou will be taken within ten days, and those who resist will be killed." The disciples of the Corpse Underworld Sect listened to the order, and killed this person first and then destroyed the small city of Biansai Qianxiu. ”

With an order, fifteen of the thirty people suddenly rushed out, including ten two-star immortal kings and five three-star immortal kings, those fifteen people sneered cruelly, stepped on the coffin and went straight to Wu Di.

Looking at Wu Di again, he unhurriedly took out a wood carving from his arms, stroked her cheek, his eyes were full of tenderness, and there was a faint smile on his face.

"Ling'er, since the day I became a monk, I have been fighting for life and death in just one year, but I have never fought against thirty immortal kings at the same time. ”

Wu Di smiled bitterly and muttered again: "Although there are no Taoist friends here who are cheering for me, I don't have the imperial dragon slaying stick in my hand. But I'm not afraid, because there are still you with me, and there is a teacher who really regards me as a family member to treat me to save me. ”

Wu Di took a deep breath, put the statue of Luo Ling'er into his arms, and looked up at the fifteen people who rushed again, those bright eyes with battle intent emerged, and with his right foot struggling to step on the flying sword, Wu Di instantly fell on an eight-foot red coffin.

"Here comes the sword!"

Wu Di grabbed his right hand back, only to see that the flying sword instantly started and quickly stabbed towards the two-star immortal king.

This move stunned the four people on the upper floor of the small city of Biansai.

"Is this guy a fool? he actually used his sword against the people of the Corpse Sect. Huo Yun rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at the battle in mid-air again, his mind blank.

"He's not lying, he's waiting for someone. But what he is waiting for is not the little lover you say, but the thirty immortal kings of the Corpse Sect who came to Qingzhou. Wang Ze put his hands on the city wall, and when he muttered, he unconsciously clasped the stone with his ten fingers, even if there was a trace of blood flowing from his nails.

Behind him, Wan Chi, a disciple of the Tiangang Sect, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the white-clothed young man who was fighting with a sword without blinking, opening his mouth but unable to say a word.

Yaohe's female disciple Li Rong's eyes gradually turned red, and there seemed to be a faint mist swirling in her eye sockets.

"Who the hell is he? Maybe he already knew that there would be thirty immortal kings from the Corpse Immortal Sect. Before, on this city tower, he sometimes closed his eyes, sometimes looked at Canghai Kingdom, and sat for four days and four nights, just to wait for the thirty immortal kings who came to attack Qingzhou. But what have we done to him?"