Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1238

There was an uproar at the scene, and Zhao Xinggang, who was holding the top soldiers of the emperor, was hit and flew by the shameless Hanshan Temple. It was a dream.

"Even the soldiers of the top emperor are not the enemy of one move. Is the broken bell a semi-sage soldier, or even a holy soldier?" Countless people stared at the broken bell that returned to Hanshan Temple again.

The sloppy old man and the dilapidated clock complemented each other well, but they were too tough to be true.

"The broken bell may also be a soldier of the top emperor, because Zhao Xinggang's strength is not as strong as that of Hanshan Temple, so he is not the enemy of One He."

Some people speculate like this.

Semi-Holy Soldiers, Saint Soldiers, they are all superb treasures in this world, and only the ancient forces have them. If a casual practitioner of Hanshan Temple carries such a heavy treasure, it is simply incredible.

You must know that there has been no saint in the cultivation world for more than 10,000 years, and no half saint has appeared in thousands of years. Even if some ancient forces still have hidden semi-sages, their semi-sacred soldiers will not spread to the outside world.

"Brother, if you come here later, you have to collect the body from Lao Tzu!" The jade man blew away the jade flute and walked towards Hanshan Temple with a laugh.

"I came here long ago, but I haven't done anything!" Hanshan Temple said.

"Damn, isn't that loyal enough?" Jade rolls his eyes straight.

If there were no other people, the two chatted freely.

"Brother, this time I can pay back your favor, and I won't owe you anything in the future." Jade said.

"You didn't owe Lao Tzu anything." Hanshan Temple glanced at the jade man and blew.

The two men are short and the elder is short, but it can be seen that their brothers and sisters have deep feelings.

Han Yu heard that in the cloud and mist, the jade man blew back the favor of Hanshan Temple and fought against the heroes to help Han Yu overcome the disaster. But Han Yu has nothing to do with Hanshan Temple?

"Boy, don't you come up yet?" Han Shan Temple took a look at Han Yu and said irritably.

Han Yu flew up with a worried heart. For Hanshan Temple, Han Yu has always kept a respectful attitude.

Hanshan Temple pulled Han Yu to his side, looked around, and said domineeringly: "Keep your eyes wide open. Han Yu is a descendant of Lao Tzu. Who else will bully others and bully the younger ones? , Lao Tzu will definitely come and greet your ancestors one by one!"

Many people are so thunderous that they come to retaliate and greet their ancestors.

Han Yu was in a daze. He couldn't believe his ears. He was a descendant of Hanshan Temple. What are you kidding?

"Hanshan Temple, even if Han Yu is your descendant, swallowing the devil body, the world is not tolerated!" Zhao Xinggang retracted the demon mirror and shouted in a low voice.

"Are you going to fight again? I'm not welcome if I do it again!" Hanshan Temple glared at Zhao Xinggang.

Zhao Xinggang was very angry, and Hanshan Temple's contempt really made him feel aggrieved, but he didn't dare to move rashly for a while.

"Hmph, with the courage of one person, I want to protect the devil. What are you a hero of the right way? Today, let alone you, the king of heaven, I can't dispel the heart of the world to kill demons, and will not let the demons escape !" Suddenly, a deep voice came, and in the sky to the southwest, an old man walked slowly. The whole person seemed to melt into the void, with deep and terrifying pupils, and at first glance he was a master.

"Report your name." Hanshan Temple said disapprovingly.

"The Immeasurable Holy Land, Yu Buchun!" He said, his voice was unusually high.

"I didn't expect this senior to show up. It is said that he resigned from the position of the second elder of the Immeasurable Holy Land 30 years ago and asked for the truth. Now it should be even more unfathomable, right?"

"They are going to kill Han Yu today. Senior Yu Buchun must have also brought the top emperor's soldiers. He and Senior Zhao Xinggang are teaming up. Hanshan Temple and Jade Chuan are definitely not rivals."

Everyone was in high spirits and looked forward to the next war.

Whether it’s Yu Buchun, Zhao Xinggang, Yuren Blowing, Hanshan Temple, ordinarily, it’s the elder masters who see the dragon and see the head but never see the end. Today, four of them suddenly appeared, which can be called a feast. For one, those who came to watch the battle today would not be in vain.

"Devil guard, how can there be no old man!"

An old voice sounded, and an old man walked from the southeast, strolling in the courtyard with his hands on his back, like a horse watching flowers.

"Tianshu Holy Land Third Elder Ji Tianlu!" This talent came out and was recognized by many people.

"Ji Tianlu is also a master of Wuhuang Sixth Layer, this time it is worth playing!" The crowd boiled, the scene became more and more spectacular, and the situation became more and more exciting.

Zhao Xinggang, Yu Buchun, and Ji Tianlu greeted each other and stood side by side, staring at each other with Han Yu and others.

Although Han Yu and the others are also three, their momentum is far inferior.

The people of the four major sects immediately lined up and stood behind the three masters. They were shocked just now, and now they have a different momentum. It's just that after a few battles just now, there are only more than 30 people left, and the rest of the undead are all seriously injured.

"Han Yu can't escape now, even if he winged his wings, unless other thief from the Stealth Mountain Range comes to help, but it is said that there is no movement in the Stealth Mountain Range!"

"Sky-swallowing monster, shouldn't stay in the world for long!"

People started talking again, and no one was optimistic about Han Yu's future.

Yu Buchun and Ji Tianlu have all come to help, which shows that the Four Martial Arts have the heart to kill Han Yu.

"Hanshan Temple, the jade person blows, cultivation is not easy, and you should cherish it. Don't be confused for a while, miss your life!" Yu Buchun said with an old-fashioned.

"Only with the three of you, dare to point and point in front of Brother Laozi?" Hanshan Temple said with disdain.

"Toast, not eat or drink fine wine! Two people, let's do it!" Zhao Xinggang took a step forward, shuddering in the demon mirror.

"I love the things that bully me the most. How can I be without me!"

Suddenly, an arrogant voice sounded in the void. Listening to the voice, it seemed that the person who came was not very old.

Han Yu couldn't help but froze, the voice was very familiar.

"Rumble..."

In the western sky, there was a thunderous sound, and everyone looked at it, but it was cloudless.

I saw a black spot, rapidly zooming in, and it was a chariot.

The chariot was covered with knife marks and arrow holes, and it was rusty. After hundreds of miles away, you could feel the desolation breath rushing toward your face. This chariot seemed to come from a distant ancient period, as if it had passed through the ancient battlefield.

Many people from the ancient forces shrank their pupils and stared at the chariot. Some people were still moved with horror, saying that the chariot was an astonishing word from the ancients.

On top of the chariot, stood a group of people, all wearing animal skins and holding a stick in their hands, their eyes bright and fighting spirit.

Standing at the forefront, the young man in the middle, with one hand on hips and a wooden stick in the other, stepped on the edge of the car with his left foot, and shouted: "Here is the grandson of the perverted duo!"