In just a moment, Wang Zhi was so worried that his heart muscles cramped, as if he was going to die, as if he suddenly fell to the ground from the high altar, and as if he was sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss of the mud pile, the whole person suddenly lost half of his strength, and he almost couldn't stand, if he didn't have to take care of his face in front of his subordinates, otherwise he would have slumped on the chair this time.

How many years?

Wang Zhi's eternal emaciated face was full of sorrow, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and he paced back and forth unconsciously, slowly and unprecedentedly vain and powerless.

Whether it was countless years ago when he was young and ignorant and did not endure the humiliation and slashed the son of the previous patriarch, resulting in the danger of being tortured, or when he stood out in the selection and was elected as the head of the Wang family, he was assassinated by the rival faction in the family with all his might, or a while ago when the Northeast beast tide struck, killing the Wang family and almost sacrificing the Chaos Seven Killing Array, he has never been so flustered and helpless.

At that time, he was never afraid of any right and wrong, because his mother told him that unless the sky fell, no one dared to touch my Wang family.

As far as the Daxiangling royal family is concerned, the Kuncang Sect, the first sect that dominates the Middle Earth Continent, has a place, and the Wang Kui, who is simply like an immortal and a saint in the legend of the Wang family, is their backer, their backing, and their heaven.

As long as he is there, the royal family will not be destroyed, or it may last for a hundred generations and be famous through the ages.

The news from the guards caught him off guard.

Wrong.

Not how many years.

But I've never been so scared and scared.

For as long as he can remember.

Even when he was just an ignorant teenager.

But now, for the first time, he tasted despair.

Even the crescent moon that used to feel so holy and moving has turned into a desperate color at this moment, and from tonight, I must no longer love to admire the moon.

Just when Wang Zhi looked at the last quarter moon in confusion and helplessness, as if he didn't even know what to think.

A black dot appeared abruptly on the white crescent moon, and Wang Zhi was sure that it was not a shadow on the moon, because the black dot was getting bigger and bigger.

Closer, a ball of fire.

Closer, a wrecked figure could be seen wrapped in the fireball.

By the time Wang Zhi saw the face of the figure clearly, and was surprised and ecstatic, the figure had already flown in front of him in the form of a fall, and was about to crash into the balcony, and then died with the valuable Qionglou Yuyu at his feet.

"Buzz~~" A strange humming sound, as if with some kind of peculiar rhythm, sounded very abruptly at this moment.

As the sound waves rippled out in the space visible to the naked eye, in the space in front of Wang Jishan's eyes, a burst of colorful glare suddenly lit up.

"Bang-" The figure that rubbed the air into flames fell uncontrollably, but it was stopped when it fell into the glare, and it couldn't move an inch.

"This Wang family is a bit of a small road, and even the building is blessed with a not weak protective shield. At the same time, at a high altitude at the same time, Kun Yangzi, who was lurking in Mo Xiaolou's body, conveyed the information as soon as possible.

At the moment when the figure was powerless to fall, Wang Jishan moved, his face was full of consternation, and his eyes were full of mixed feelings, but this did not prevent him from making a quick move, and his body jumped out of the balcony like lightning, chasing the figure directly, and then reached out with a big hand, protected the figure, and carefully supported him and flew back to the balcony.

"On the premise that you are not sure that the Wang family knows that Wang Kui is dead, you have to be ready at any time and adapt to the situation. ”

Mo Xiaolou rose and fell in the sky, the corners of his clothes fluttering, and he looked down on the luxurious and extravagant central attic below with an expressionless face.

"I know, I know, I still need you to teach?"

Kun Yangzi obviously didn't like to be lectured by a young boy who seemed to him to be just a milky young boy, and said a little impatiently, "Mo boy, you can look at it, look at how I fool these turtle calves, Uncle Ben won awards for his acting skills when he was a child." ”

"What award?"

With an inexplicable sense of joy, Mo Xiaolou couldn't help laughing for a while, but thinking about it, the first time he saw Kunyangzi, the so-called big devil, wasn't it also when the other party pretended to borrow someone else's body?

And that time, if it weren't for the demon minions who saw through Kun Yangzi's tricks, so many people in his Kun Cangzong would have been in the dark and played by him, so it can be seen that regarding the acting project, there is really no need to worry about Kun Yangzi being incompetent.

"What kind of award am I talking about? What do you care about my award?"

Kunyangzi was inexplicable for a while.

"I'm just curious what you've won. ”

Mo Xiaolou said innocent and shrugged his shoulders, not knowing why Kun Yangzi was angry.

"What my mother is telling you about the award? What I'm telling you is that my mother's acting skills are good!"

"Oh, then what kind of award did you win?" Mo Xiaolou frowned.

“...... All you need to know is that I'm going to win the Creative Suicide Award soon. ”

......

Wang Kui opened his old eyes, and the first thing that appeared in his sight was the angular and thin face, as well as the narrow and concerned eggskin eyes.

"Second brother...... Is it really you?"

What do you mean, judging by his reaction, doesn't he know that this old thing is dead?

Kun Yangzi immediately felt a pang in his heart, and said bluntly, feigning anger: "Who else can I be?

"No, don't dare to ......" Wang Zhi hurriedly bowed his head, although they are both brothers, but due to the huge disparity in identity, Wang Zhi is both respectful and afraid of his younger brother. The guard in the rear was also stunned by the scene in front of him, isn't the ancestor dead, how can he still appear here alive, although he is missing an arm......

"Second brother, why are you ......" Wang Zhi also noticed this, and looked at Wang Kui's broken arm in surprise.

With the means of a powerful monk, it is not difficult to repair a broken arm, what is surprising is that there are still people in this Middle-earth continent who can hurt a Jindan stage master like the second brother, especially since he is also a high-level of the Kun Cangzong who is the ruler of Middle-earth, under such heavy protection, even a person who has the ability to disable the Jindan master may not be able to do this.

But at the moment, Wang Kui's broken arm is an indisputable fact, this is a terrible phenomenon, what kind of opponent will he encounter, and he will fall to such a miserable state. Recalling the scene when Wang Kui fell from a high altitude a moment ago, the involuntary embarrassed appearance was clearly shot down from above.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and launch the Chaos Seven Killing Array for me!!Don't you see that I've been hit hard, there are incredible masters chasing and killing me, quick, activate the formation!!"