Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

"Understood, Grandmaster Su." Putting down the sleeves of the Taoist robe again, the Taoist saint straightened his Taoist crown slowly, and said softly: "I am over a hundred years old...even if it is a great master, he has been fighting for years. At this time, it is almost time to burrow into the ground, and the reason why I can barely survive is because of this."

"The longer you stay in a place soaked in wood qi, the easier it is to be eroded by wood qi, and the roots of this sacred tree will be born... The others are okay, they are not stationed here all the time, they are stationed in turn, but me and the other two The old man is different."

"Since seventy years ago, when we led soldiers from hundreds of families to attack Nanjiang Tianguan, we have been confronting the national teacher and the devil emperor here. We usually either slay the devil soldiers or patrol the surrounding areas-over the years, we have been fighting with the emperor. That divine tree is facing each other across the river, and after killing so many demon soldiers, it has long been infiltrated by the wood energy... This stinky body is no different from those demon soldiers and generals."

Speaking of this, the three great masters all laughed rather desolately: "It's okay if it's not around the sacred tree, we still have the qualifications to fight the demon imperial master, but if we go to the sacred tree, I'm afraid... It’s not surprising that you turn against me directly.”

"I thought I could only gamble with the blade of destruction, but I really didn't expect that people like Master Su and you would be born out of nowhere, just like the light of the dawn!"

Hearing this, Su Zhou also fully understood... The dragon slayer will grow dragon scales after bathing in dragon blood. Although this is just a dark fairy tale, it is a fact in the world of Shenmu!

The Banyan Undead Tree has completely infiltrated its breath into this side of the water and soil—just like Mo Ganxiu who also grew roots in his body, the three great masters have fought against the demon dynasty for many years, but he has become A monster almost like the Mochao!

After seeing the arms shown to him by the three great masters, Su Zhou finally understood why the hundred rebels were so entangled, even before knowing that the national master and the devil emperor were going to advance to the innate level, they put all their eggs in one basket to forge magic weapons.

What a sad thing, before the dragon was slain, the warriors had already started to change... But the three great masters must continue to persevere, because since then, there has been no new great masters in Baijia. Maybe some of Zhou Buyi and his new generation can become great masters, or even innate martial saints, but at that time, the Demon Dynasty must also have innate masters. When will such a confrontation last?

On the contrary, it was his appearance, Su Zhou, who really was a hero from the sky, and gave the rebels a whole new hope—by the emperor, Su Zhou's true qi attribute happened to be fire, and even a little thunder! Although this was regarded as the natural talent of his dragon blood by default, at this moment, Su Zhou was the best candidate without a doubt.

He even claimed to be the inheritor of another sacred tree, and he came here to cut off the undead banyan tree. Couldn't this give them a sense of "destiny" who are already close to their twilight but can't see a way out?

"Master Su."

At this time, the three great masters of the Rebel Army saluted Su Zhou in unison. Their tone was complicated, as if they didn't know whether they could trust Su Zhou, but they turned firm in the end.

Their words are sincere: "Although your origin is mysterious, there is no doubt that you are resolute and upright in every word and deed... You are worthy of trust. At least let you hold the magic weapon. Strength—besides, rather than asking about such trivial matters as who will hold the magic weapon, it is better to discuss the important matter of when we will launch the general attack."

"That's right." At this moment, Su Zhou didn't worry anymore. The three great masters really had something to hide, so why couldn't he be happy to help others? Even in my heart, because I can continue to play with the knife, I feel flattered: "So, how do we attack, how do we kill the emperor?"

The Sansheng smiled, and said: "This is what needs to be called for a meeting with all the masters to discuss——If Master Su has any good ideas, he might as well say it later."

Su Zhou originally wanted to say that he was just a young man, and he was naive in the second year of middle school, so how could he have any good opinions? In fact, it is better to ask someone else to do things like war operations.

However, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind—Su Zhou couldn't help squinting his eyes, and asked, "I just asked all of you, have the Nanjiang Tianguan and the area around the sacred tree always been so cloudy?"

"That's true. Where the sacred tree is located, it's rare to have three sunny days, but most of the time is cloudy, and it doesn't rain at any time."

The Confucian sage seemed to understand this aspect very well, so he opened his mouth to answer, and Su Zhou nodded thoughtfully. Clouds, Nanjiang, and the Heavenly Palace hanging high in the clouds flashed in his mind, and then He smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then I really have an idea."

At the same time, Yongning Tiangong.

On the highest place of the Temple of Heaven, a figure wearing a Mude dragon robe stands on the top of the Banyan Undying Tree, which is the most central part of the Temple of Heaven, overlooking the positions of hundreds of schools.

"The Divine Soldier has arrived...?"

The devil emperor's eyes seemed to be able to see through the clouds that were gradually darkening, as if it was about to rain again, and saw the changes in the spiritual energy in the Baijia camp, and said with a trace of regret in his voice: "The national teacher has lost..."

There was a hint of genuine sadness in his tone.

Although the two have been fighting each other openly and secretly for decades, vying with each other for the power of the Shenmu, but even if they are afraid of each other, in the final analysis, it is the old master-student relationship. If there is no national teacher to delve into the mysteries of the Shenmu, it will be difficult to achieve what it is today. The body of the dragon.

Interest disputes are one thing, but the relationship between teachers and friends for so many years is another. This point has always been clearly distinguished—just like the family relationship between the father and the emperor, who was a rare good father in the royal family. It's one thing, as the biggest obstacle to its obtaining undead power is another thing.

As for the tens of thousands of mortals who died at its hands... how could the Devil Emperor care about that? When it comes to numbers, they are all taken seriously. The emperor who is selfish to the extreme, I am afraid that he has never considered that those untouchables are also human beings.

"Originally, I was ready to divide the undead force equally."

At this moment, the Devil Emperor didn't bother to say he was lonely, so he sighed lightly, with a bit of regret in his tone: "That's all, that's fine, this way, I don't have to worry about whether I should continue to share your spirit of the god tree."

"As for the divine soldiers...it's already too late."

With a light smile, the Devil Emperor's figure gradually changed, the tall figure gradually distorted, dispersed, and finally collapsed into countless roots shrouded in mist... However, its voice still sounded out of thin air.

"This body is an extraordinary person, my generation is a dragon body, hahahahaha!"

——Combined to form a body, dispersed to form a chapter, riding on the clouds and flying around Yin and Yang——

This is the dragon!

In the sacred Yongning Tiangong, the spooky shadow of wooden roots is spreading.

As the gray dead cloud mist spread, plant-like maids and guards were silently swallowed one after another, and finally turned into part of the mist.

In a spacious room of the palace, the guard in full armor who was waiting for Qingye's message huddled in the corner of the room tremblingly. It seemed that it had a premonition of something terrible coming, but it had no way to stop it, no way to escape, and no way to even choose death .

It can only stay here, waiting to die.

Gradually, from the gaps, from the doors and windows, the room was filled with dead gray clouds... The guard closed his eyes in despair, and it felt wooden roots climbing up its body, deep into the body... and then...

Then it all came to naught.

In Xinnantianjing under the sacred tree, one could faintly hear the strange dragon chant coming from every part of the Tiangong.

The final battle is about to begin.