An old man who was scrawny as wood, with green eyes flashing, like an ape and a living man, squatted at the top of the Tongtian Tower, squinting at the corpses of the Great Wu soldiers all over the ground. "The little cubs are doing a good job, these idiots are really waste, with their little strength, they dare to come to my Xinyu to provoke?" The old man's voice was hoarse and sent, and it was hard to hear the extreme.

Wu Diyuan's lower abdomen was hot for a while, and he barely clamped his legs to avoid urinating on the spot. He looked at the old man crouching on the Tower of Babel in horror, and a sense of despair and fear from biological instinct made him almost faint. This is the instinctive feeling of the lower-level creatures towards the superior natural enemies, and Wu Diyuan knew at the first glance that this old man could easily crush him to death with one finger.

Even if it was the original high priests of Great Wu, Wu Diyuan didn't feel like this in front of those high priests. Those high priests were said to have the same strength as those high priests of Tongtian on the Pangu Continent, but after Wu Diyuan saw a real high priest of Tongtian with his own eyes, he realized that it was nonsense at all.

Ten Great Wu High Priests joined forces, but they may not be able to defeat a real Tongtian High Priest. Even Wu Diyuan's instinctive instinct was that if these high priests of the Outer Heavenly Realm touched the old man in front of him, they would just be lambs slaughtered by him.

"Retreat, retreat!" Wu Di hissed and howled, not caring about his son who was hanging on the flagpole at the head of the city, and patted the butt of the blue-scaled wildebeest under the seat, urging it to raise a green cloud and retreat backwards. There are hundreds of thousands of troops in the rear, and there is also the national teacher Mo Zhai in charge, Wu Diyuan suddenly missed Mo Zhai's rigid face that seemed to never smile, and he couldn't wait to hide under Mo Zhai's wings and tremble now.

Maybe, maybe the national teacher can overcome the terrible old man in front of him, right?

Wu Diyuan suddenly felt that some small thoughts in his heart were simply ridiculously stupid. He has now extinguished all the heart of fighting and fighting, and he intuitively found that only the three national teachers who claimed to kill the wolf could lead Dawu to the top, not himself, Wu Tianming, and no one in the Dawu Dynasty. As for the one high priest in front of him, he has the strength to disintegrate the entire Great Wu.

"Hehe, if you come here, you will be safe, why run away?" The old man squatting on the Tower of Babel bowed his head and said in a deep voice to the defenders standing solemnly in the military town: "The little ones have done a good job, the hundred captains guarding here have been promoted to the captains of the thousands, and there will be an official document sent later, and the military town here will be expanded tenfold, hey!"

With a wave of his sleeve, several people struck Wu Diyuan who fled in embarrassment with the sound of breaking wind. Those bloody heads, grinning teeth, were the unlucky ones who had just charged forward and were forbidden to be teleported to the front of Bear City. It was precisely because of the unexpected appearance of these people that the Xinyu Emperor, who was sitting in the bear city, alarmed, and he sent the high priest of the Suiren clan, Suirenxuan, to find out what was going on here.

Wu Diyuan, who was sitting on the green scaled horn horse and running quickly, was hit by the head, and the head exploded into seven or eight balls of plasma behind him, and the viscous plasma with a trace of fire attached to him, burning his flesh and blood 'click'. Wu Di screamed in pain, he lay on the green scale horn and held on for a while, and finally it was so painful that all his internal organs were convulsed, and his internal organs were burned by the strange fire, he couldn't help the terrible pain, and fell from the back of the mount with convulsions.

The priests who followed Wu Diyuan were not in the mood to rescue him, and these priests rode towards the camp in the distance. The Tower of Babel in the rear silently broke through the air, and the flint man smiled and said: "Interesting, interesting, actually abandoned the main general and fled......? In our Xinyu, doing this is a great sin that will be exterminated by the Nine Clans!"

With a wave of his big hand, a big hand condensed by fire light grabbed Wu Diyuan, and Suiren looked into the distance disapprovingly, just a dozen miles away, the Chinese army camp under the command of Mo Zhai was clearly in sight, and the murderous aura emitted by hundreds of thousands of troops rose to the sky when they were performing, turning into a thick black gas in the sky. In the thick black qi, there was a faint bear lying down, condensed with murderous aura, this was an absolute jīng soldier.

Suiren looked at Xiong Zhen in the black air in surprise, and his divine sense quickly probed towards the big camp. Such jīng soldiers, if they all have the strength of Xinyu's soldiers, this is a big impact on Xinyu. However, the information fed back by the divine consciousness made Suiren Xuan breathe a sigh of relief, the murderous intent and combat courage of these soldiers were all first-class jīng sharp, but in terms of cultivation, they were still inferior to Xinyu's soldiers.

"Tuji tile dog, vulnerable!" Suiren smiled proudly, and the big hand turned into flames grabbed Wu Diyuan, burning his whole body with a sound of flesh, and the crystal clear yellow sè human oil slowly dripped out of Wu Diyuan's body, which is Suirenxuan's most proud 'dry fire' specially used to torture people, which can refine all the oil and water in the human body, but can also make people immortal, it is an extremely vicious and ferocious evil art.

He opened his mouth to shout for help, but his shouts turned into a little steam.

Suiren was so excited that he trembled, he gritted his teeth and exercised Wu Diyuan's body, slowly squeezing the oil and water in his body drop by drop. There is only Wu Diyuan here, but there are hundreds of thousands of troops waiting for him to toss in the distance. Emperor Xinyu just sent him out to investigate the detailed military situation, but he also had no merit in destroying an army, right?

Thinking of the hundreds of thousands of people being refined by themselves into a large area of oil, and the spectacle of the thick grease melting into a lake, Suirenxuan felt a burst of relief. With so much human oil, he cultivated a certain kind of extremely evil secret method that was strictly forbidden to be cultivated in the Great Yu Si Heavenly Temple, and he should be able to climb up one level, right?

Just when Sui Renxuan was so excited that he looked up to the sky and laughed, an angry roar came from the void: "If you abandon the Lord and flee in battle, you should be punished for your crimes." ”

The three great Wu national teachers, Beqi, Guiguzi, and Mo Zhai, flew down, and a white sword light in Beqi's hand erupted for several miles, slashing down the dozens of priests who had abandoned Wu Di and fled in embarrassment. Wu Di, who was burned miserably by the dry man's fire, roared: "Good kill, damn thing...... The three national teachers save their lives, Xiao Wang is willing to worship under the national teacher, and he has no other thoughts!"

Don't raise your eyebrows, this guy really has other thoughts! Tsk, seeing that you are so fat and strong, it's nothing to have less oil, don't be in a hurry to save you so quickly, just pay the price for your careful thinking! Squinted at Wu Diyuan, who was struggling in the hands of the flames, Don't beg arrogantly and said to Suirenxuan: "This fellow Daoist, please let me back Uncle Wuhuang!"

Suiren snorted coldly, and didn't bother to look at the three of them. The three immortals who have cultivated at the peak of the Golden Immortals are just immortals, and they are not worthy of him to take it as a thing! However, being cautious and cautious, Suiren opened the defensive prohibition on the Tower of Babel, and the huge Tower of Babel released a black strong light that covered Suiren Xuan's body, and the three of them could no longer attack and hurt him.

The priests of Dayu are not the fake and shoddy high priests of Da Wu, and any priest of Da Yu will properly protect himself before the battle, and will definitely not give the enemy any chance to take advantage of.

Wu Diyuan shouted again: "National teacher, help, Xiao Wang is willing to worship under the national teacher, and listen to the teachings at night!"

Such a big person, Wu Diyuan actually howled and cried, the shadow of death pressed on his heart, and the boundless fear made Wu Diyuan completely collapse. He only wants to stay alive now, and he can't care about anything else. Face, dignity, such a thing, what is it in front of xìng's life?

Don't laugh, this time you can finally understand what the Great Yu Tongtian High Priest is capable of.

Sui Renjiao didn't take the three of them in his eyes, Don Beg didn't bother to talk to Suiren Xuan, seeing that Wu Diyuan was really about to be unable to support it, Bei Qi let out a long roar, and the long sword behind his back flew up, turning into three white dragon-like sword qi and slashing down at Suiren Xuan's head.

Guiguzi muttered a mantra, holding a peachwood sword on the clouds, and the sound of the spell was like the sound of countless locusts, gradually sweeping the surrounding mountains and rivers. I heard a muffled sound, and the mountains visible to the naked eye from far and near spewed out a thick earthy gas at the same time, and with the direction of Guiguzi's peachwood sword, it turned into dozens of huge waves of yellow qi and slapped down on Suiren's head.

Mo Zhai waved his sleeves very crisply, and a giant metal puppet with a height of 100 feet shone with dazzling light, and smashed it towards the towers of Babel with a big fist.

Suiren smiled, he shook his head and sighed: "Carving insect skills, why hang ......"

The flint can't hang anymore.

Beggar's sword light tore through the black light of Suiren's body, and swept past him dangerously. One of Suiren's ears was cut off by Beqi's sword, and the miserable green liquid slowly poured out of Suirenxuan's wound.

Without waiting for Suirenxuan to make a countermeasure, the leyline aura pulled by Guiguzi turned into twelve huge Dingjia spirit runes, which seemed to fall lightly on the Tower of Babel. There was a loud bang, the light curtain was like a cháo, and the prohibition of the Susilier Babel Tower fluctuated violently, and the Suiren Babel Tower could not even control the Babel Tower freely.

Suiren Xuan screamed in horror, the power they used was definitely at the level of a golden immortal, but their attacks were so wonderful, they almost saw all the flaws in the prohibition of Suiren Xuan, as if they were moving their whole body, and with the mana of the golden immortal level, they broke through the defensive prohibition of the Suiren Xuan Taiyi level.

Before Suiren could figure out what this was all about, Mo Zhai's metal puppet had already slammed into the Tower of Babel with a punch.

With a bang, the Tower of Babel was knocked away, and the flint was suspended in mid-air alone, looking at the three Beggars who were forced in front of him in amazement.

Beg grabbed Suirenxuan's shriveled and thin neck, grabbed the flying sword and put it on Suirenxuan's neck.

"Now, we can have a good talk!"

Don't beg to say this, the action is not like a true immortal with a way, but a bit like a hooligan who collects protection money on the street.

The light in Suiren's eyes flickered, and he was about to give Beqi a powerful look, when the sharp pain from his lower body made him forget all the spells in an instant.

Beg slammed his knee into Suiren's lower body, turning him into a well-behaved captive.