You Tiandi to meet the pavilion master, your subordinates have embarrassed you. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "The person who rescued the young man was the deacon of the world between things, responsible for the allocation of resources and personnel, and he was a rare person with prestige in the Wangtian Pavilion, and the young man was also his apprentice Chen Liu'er." You Tiandi got up and was about to salute, but He Muhua waved his hand to stop him.

"Master, how are you?" Chen Liu'er walked over, supporting the injured master with concern, watching the master spit blood, his eyes were almost red, and he looked angrily at the middle-aged man who seriously injured the master, and his eyes were about to erupt with fire.

"Hahaha...... Hahaha...... Brother He, you finally appeared, since the last time I said goodbye to the ancient blessed land, it has been more than ten years, Brother He is still the same, your kindness to me, for my brother is still unforgettable. ”

Although the middle-aged man was smiling, his eyes were looking at He Muhua coldly. He clearly remembered that on the trip to the ancient blessed land a hundred years ago, He Muhua played all of them, not only took away what should have belonged to him, but also led everyone to the blessed land of Juelongling.

The suffering of more than ten years once made him miserable, which was not a physical trauma, but a spiritual torture.

I am the Holy Emperor of the Heavenly Pavilion, and I have been living in the shadow of He Muhua for ten years. Why was he once collectively referred to as the first person under the Holy Venerable by the major forces in the Heavenly Realm? Why did all the luck favor him? Why did he take away all the aura that originally belonged to me? Why?

I, Luo Tian, will never be subservient to others, what I fancy belongs to me, and I will take it back no matter what means.

Today, the United Heavenly Realm forces are coming, that is, to destroy your Wangtian Pavilion, He Muhua I will definitely defeat you with my own hands today, I will let you see the destruction of Wangtian Pavilion, I will make you completely desperate...... Luo Tianjue was almost hysterical, and he didn't feel that his fists were clenched.

What should come will always come, but I didn't expect so many changes in the middle, and today's things will not be good anyway. He Muhua's face was calm and waveless, and he slowly walked towards Luo Tianjue, Luo Tianjue also walked over, the two stopped in the middle of their two camps, staring at each other, but the battle intent in their eyes was rising day by day, and they were about to reach the threshold of battle.

"Brother Luo, don't come to be harmed, right? I was very worried about my brother last time, how are the injuries on my body healing?" He Muhua said with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Luo Tianjue leisurely.

Luo Tianjue seemed to have been poked in the sore spot by He Muhua, and his hideous appearance made people feel a boundless chill rise in his heart, and he looked at He Muhua with gloomy eyes and said: "He Muhua, today the Six Heavenly Pavilions, the Seven Great Demon Sects, and all kinds of forces are gathered here, you should know where the so-called came from! Hand over that scroll, you have no choice." ”

"How can there be no choice, isn't there still your Luo Great Holy Emperor and my Nine Shadows company?"

"Death is on the verge of death, and you are still ashamed, He Muhua, can't you see the current form clearly?"

"Two pavilion masters, you are planning a great cause for thousands of years, how can you miss me Xiao Yifan. This Holy Emperor is incomparably handsome, his talent cannot be sighed, his chic is uninimitable, and his charm is unstoppable. Consult with me in all things. The words were still echoing in the sky, and a young man in a black robe suddenly appeared between He Muhua and Luo Tianjue. A pale and handsome face, with that strange and disgusting smile, is really evil to the extreme.

This person is Xiao Yifan, the head of the Seven Demon Gates, the master of the Black Demon Gate.

Xiao Yifan's prestige is extremely high, and he is even better than He Muhua, the pavilion master at the head of the Seven Heavenly Pavilions. It's not that he is extremely powerful in battle, or that his realm is superb, but his power is extremely huge, and few forces can compete with him. Occupying the other six major demon gates, his power has rapidly expanded in the heavenly realm in recent years, reaching the peak of his strength in the past.

Luo Tianjue smiled, changed his previous coldness, looked at Xiao Yifan and said, "Brother Xiao is coming, naturally we can negotiate." Luo Tianjue had already reached a negotiation with Xiao Yifan in private, Xiao Yifan helped him suppress the hidden forces of Wangtian Pavilion, and he joined forces with other forces to destroy Wangtian Pavilion. After the matter was completed, the Heavenly Soul Jade and the Wangtian Saint Realm belonged to him, and the scroll belonged to Xiao Yifan.

Seeing Xiao Yifan coming, He Muhua was not surprised at all, it was expected. At this moment, he blinked slightly, looked at Xiao Yifan and said, "Xiao Yifan, do you also want to get a piece of the pie with me?"

"Hahaha, Brother He is really good at laughing. If there is really a destiny, it is also me, and I am the destiny!" Xiao Yifan still had that signboard evil smile, don't look at him on the surface of the sky and the earth, he actually has doubts in his heart.

Almost all women and children in the heavenly realm know that there has been a prophecy for thousands of years: ten thousand years of calamity will destroy the world, and there is no way to become a god. The earth spirit carries the sun to see the green shirt, and the heavenly soul opens the sky with the first jade.

Others don't know, isn't he still clear? The Black Demon Gate has a profound heritage, and it has long been able to deduce it, and it finally gets some secrets from it at the expense of his death. This is also the fundamental reason why he has not made a move all these years, so that he looks forward and backward.

How can the temptation be irresistible, abandon the last words of the ancestors, and come today to do the thing of destroying the sect and seizing the treasure. He has always been cautious and will never make a move until the end. Along the way, he has gradually become stronger, and he has become what he is now.

He has his own concerns about this matter, and he wants to be the kind of fisherman who catches cicadas and yellow finches behind. Haha laughing, Xiao Yifan took a step forward and said to He Muhua: "Brother He, the proposal from thirteen years ago is still valid, you give me that scroll, and I will help you unify the other Heavenly Pavilions." ”

"The scroll can be given to you, as long as you can kill Luo Tianjue and destroy the ...... of the Absolute Heaven Pavilion. He Muhua said.

"He Muhua, you'd better not dig your own grave, who do you think he is?" Luo Tianjue hurriedly said.

As the words fell, a young man in white walked out from behind Luo Tianjue and stood beside him. The young man in white was tall, but his eyes were very dull, without any brilliance, like a statue, standing straight there.

"Zhen'er, my child. A middle-aged woman flew from behind Wangtian Pavilion and landed in front of He Muhua, and was about to walk forward when she was dragged back by him.

"If you don't. He Muhua pulled the middle-aged woman and said softly. This woman is He Yang's mother, Baili Ruojun.

Baili Ruojun looked haggard, his beautiful face was full of sadness, and he looked at the young man in white with tears in his eyes. In the past three years, she has been worrying about this child who is away all the time. Zhen'er has never returned, and there has been no news from him for three years, so that she misses it day and night, looks forward to it night and night, her thoughts become sick, and people become haggard. When we finally met today, I couldn't help but lose control of my emotions and cry.

"Brother, that person is my brother. He Yang recognized at a glance that the young man in white was his brother He Zhen, who had left three years ago to ask his father for immortal medicine. He Yang hurriedly came to his mother Baili Ruojun's side, stared at He Zhen who was close in front of him excitedly and said, "Brother, are you okay?"

He Yang's tears flashed in his eyes. He misses his brother. But he didn't rush forward, because he knew that things were far from that simple.

"I don't know you. He Zhen said lightly, his eyes were still blank.

He Zhen's calm words made He Yang difficult to accept, "You are my brother He Zhen, don't you know me?" I am your brother He Yang!"

"Who are you? I repeat, I don't know you!"

He Zhen's cold words broke He Yang's heart a little, He Yang burst into tears, and roared loudly: "Why, brother...... What's wrong with you?"

"You are He Muhua, I came here today to ask you for the Heavenly Soul Jade, you give it to me now. He Zhen turned his eyes to He Muhua, raised his right hand, pointed at He Muhua and said word by word.

"Buzz......" He Yang's head sank, and he almost fell headlong.

He couldn't believe what he was going through. Seeing his father's heartbroken expression and his mother, who was already crying silently in his father's arms, He Yang was almost crazy, his blood-red eyes stared at Luo Tianjue, and he screamed: "Luo Tianjue, what did you do to my brother? Why did he become like this?"

"Hahaha...... Hahaha......" Luo Tianjue laughed out loud and laughed heartily. He ignored the roaring He Yang, looked at He Muhua and said, "Brother He, how about this gift I prepared for you?