Chapter 1135 Running

Wu Rong looked calm.

Big shots have big shot struggles, and he can't get involved in them now.

As long as Dongyue and the sect support him, those big shots will not blatantly deal with him.

"I see……"

Wu Rong caught Chuanyin casually, his gloomy face suddenly overjoyed.

"What happy event is this?" Dunyi asked carefully.

"The elders of the sect have arrived!" Wu Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

His cultivation level has not reached the third level, which means that the master cannot fight for a long time.

With the sect elders plundering the formation, the master does not need to take action in those unnecessary battles, and the existing mana can be better used to kill Yan Fu.

On the way to the Alchemy Palace, Wu Rong walked smoothly.

Needless to say, he was good at driving clouds, but he didn't walk very fast.

He was thinking deeply.

How should this battle be fought?

As the Taoist Master of the Underworld, Wu Rong's sense of the overall situation is more sensitive than anyone else's.

Before others could see the problem, he already knew clearly that this was the continuation of the Yintian Dou Ming Clan, but with a different person. They were the ghost clan after the Ming Clan surrendered.

Of course, it is true that this war is continuing, and with the participation of all forces, it has become an intractable and tense situation.

If he wants to win, he has to withstand it.

One is that he can withstand it, and the other is that the forces behind him can withstand it.

He is a strong-willed person who doesn't care about his life. He can't fall down even if he is nailed to someone.

Even if it falls, it must be valuable.

'Will I survive? ’

‘It’s hard to say. ’

'I have checked many people who have held the Soul Banner. Some of them are unparalleled in talent, some are sentimental and righteous, and some practice like drinking water... Heroes are just a handful of loess under the general trend. Everyone is like a handful of clay. Thinking that you are correct and absolute, looking back, you will see that each has its own limitations. ’

‘I don’t want to see my limitations, I just want to know how far I can go. ’

'run. ’

‘Keep running. ’

‘Until it rots! ’

To the palace.

The noise brought Wu Rong back to his senses.

Taijing and his disciples were serving tea and pouring water.

Wu Rong also saw the elders of the sect at this time.

I heard that except for some powerful people who stayed behind in the sect, all the other Dao Lords came.

What came into view were Tao Lord elders.

There were five of them who just exuded the profound aura of Dingsheng Dao.

The skinny old man with a sword on his back and a robe in his sleeves was none other than Ping Chaojing.

Elder Ping was still intact, but the legs of the old man who was leaning on the throne were completely empty.

The mother-in-law holding the lamp had her eyes covered with imperial gauze.

The one-armed and honest man stood up with a smile.

There is also a child.

At a quick glance, we can see that they are old, weak, sick and disabled.

Wu Rong's eyes were moist.

This is definitely the last secret of the sect.

The child raised his hands and said, "Don't think we look bad, we all crawled out from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"Your uncle was injured and his path went against the current. He had no choice but to return to his old age."

Ping Chaojing introduced: "He is right."

"Don't look at us. We don't look good. It's not that we don't want the immortals to support you. There is no need to maintain those face-saving skills. It is better to use one more sword than to waste mana."

"The old woman is blind but her heart is not blind, and her killing methods are still accurate."

"That's what senior sister said."

"..."

"We will do our best!"

One by one, the Dao Lords stood up and looked at Wu Rong walking from the palace gate.

Wu Rong knew very few people, but he saw determination and warmth in their eyes, which made him sigh: "The sect is better!"

He does not resent the underworld's conservatism.

But when he only saw Ji Jian Zun and his cronies, Wu Rong still felt disappointed in his heart. He very much hoped that the Nether Tribe monks could take action, although he also understood that that was probably an extravagant hope.

After seeing the sect's support, he unexpectedly realized that he didn't want them to come.

Under the expectation, there was a bit of panic.

People.

That's it.

If the support from the sect fails to come, Wu Rong may feel that the sect does not pay attention to the underworld, and he will not be afraid but angry, just like he stood by and watched most of the monks of the underworld.

Thinking of this, Wu Rong couldn't help but laugh, and then looked at the master at the head.

Tushanjun's face is like a flat lake.

The teacher is worthy of being a teacher, even if the mountain collapses in front of him, his expression will not change.

This is his reliance and confidence.

There are eight powerful souls in the soul flag.

True cultivation and contemplation of the ancestors.

This person disguised himself as a demon king and attacked the teacher when he became a Taoist. His soul was seduced by the Chakravartin Holy Emperor reflected in the heaven, and this allowed the teacher to stabilize his status as a Taoist king.

The second is Ouyang Qiuxian.

Although this one died very early, he was never captured by the Soul Banner. He was later recalled when the teacher cast the magic weapon and the Tao Lord of the Ancient Immortal Tower were in a stalemate.

Yuren Feihe needs no introduction. He is the ancestor of the Yuren clan, and even the great road cannot bear it.

The other Ichikado-kun was given to them by Tai Chi Tian in exchange for Niu Hong.

It is precisely because of this Taoist soul that the master can deal with Yuan Tong with strong cultivation.

Yuan Tong.

Although he was Erhua Daojun, he was arrogant and the sharp 'sword' of Guxianlou. When he went further, he teamed up with his teacher to kill him. The teacher also obtained the Great Emperor's Killing Technique, which played a huge role in Linhai City.

When the killing technique was launched, Fuhai Pot's weapon spirit was no match for the teacher's demonic body.

This has to mention the last one.

The only Sanhua Daojun.

Yan Peanut.

Born in Buddhism.

One of the ancestors of the ghost clan.

This one person alone made the master's cultivation of the Great Dao Lord flawless.

As for Mo Diao, the troublemaker was killed with a flick of his hand, and there was no ripple, no different from the one-flower Dao Lord who was still alive in the Zhen Xiu Guan.

Including the master's main soul, there are nine Dao Lords in the Zunhun Banner.

'It's still a little short. ' Wu Rong sighed in his heart.

If these eight were all three-flower Dao Lords, he couldn't think of how to lose this battle.

Dao Lords are scarce.

How many Dao Lords can be born in the three thousand great ways.

Once the major forces divide up, there is basically no chance.

Take two quick steps.

Even trotting.

Wu Rong saluted forward and said, "Master!"

Tu Shanjun stood up and supported Wu Rong's arm, just patted it lightly and didn't say anything.

As the main soul of the Zunhun Banner, he had to be responsible for the life of the banner master.

As a teacher, he had to be responsible for his disciples.

All this, needless to say.

No need to rest.

The giant ship sets sail.

The thousand-foot giant ship carrying all the foundation of the underworld roars from Luodu Tiangang.

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Xiong Jianzun is among them.

The Daojun who follows him also boarded the warship.

The six marquises look into the distance.

The immortal Luo Shentong is very moved.

"I am convinced now. Have you seen those people?" Wu Zhaohou exclaimed.

"How can I not see them, the great Daojun."

The dark and beautiful face of Jin was full of surprise: "All of a sudden, eight!"

"Such a force is not weaker than the underworld."

"In terms of Daojun, the underworld is not as good as the underworld. As for the great supernatural power..., unless the old Daojun goes one step further, it will not be enough." Yaksha King analyzed seriously.

"The underworld has mobilized all its foundation, his opponent..." Bing Fengxi was not overwhelmed by the great power in his sight.

Luo Shentong said, "The opponent is equally strong."

"Yanfu Daojun, born in Buddhism, comes from the Six Heavens Yanfu Realm. It is said that he has achieved enlightenment through divine fruit and has the support of the Demon Abyss. His personal cultivation is not small, but the power behind him is not small. I am afraid he has ancestral weapons in his hands!"

"Ancestor Emperor Weapons?!"

Everyone was shocked.

The power of the ultimate divine weapon is obvious to all. If it is an ancestral weapon, I am afraid that even Sanhua Daojun will not be able to withstand a few moves.

Bing Fengxi shouted, "Old man Luo, are you trying to shake the morale of the army?"

"This is what the Palace Master told me." Luo Shentong obviously said this with the instruction of Wu Rong.

Continued, "Don't worry, everyone, we are fighting against each other in this battle. Coordinate the battle formation and don't let others affect the old Daojun. We can't intervene in the fight with Yanfu."

The Daojuns were obviously relieved.

...

Eastern Wilderness.

Tianyang Divine Sect

"The letter said it was about the same time, why hasn't it arrived yet?"

"Be patient."

"Was there something wrong on the way?"

"..."

Everyone was talking at the same time.

They were looking forward to it.

They had lost their great cultivation.

Xuanfeng Daojun sighed slightly. After all, the matter was too big. No one could sit still. Even he was a little anxious.

"Here it comes."

Someone shouted.

There was a huge fluctuation in the Far Sky Realm.

The space was torn into a curtain.

A giant beast appeared in the sky.

"Here it comes!"

The elders of Tianyang Divine Sect quickly went to meet them.

Shuer.

On the deck of the giant ship.

Chongming Daojun led the great men of Tianyang Divine Sect to bow.

Wu Rong glanced over.

He only saw one Daojun, and there were only three Erhua Daojuns. The rest were Yihua, and there were not many people.

Not to mention the comparison with the underworld clan, even the desolate Taiyi Shengxian Sect is several times stronger than the Tianyang Divine Sect.

That is to say, Senior Feng is an ancient emperor who lived through the ancient times, and the Wutong sacred tree can control the world, otherwise the strength of the Tianyang Divine Sect is indeed not the top.

Of course, Senior Feng cannot be picked out.

An ancient emperor is the real foundation, without the ancient emperor, there would be no Tianyang Divine Sect.

"Sorry for the wait!"

Wu Rong walked down the throne under the crowd.

The focus of the Tianyang Divine Sect's great men was not on Wu Rong.

They looked at the tall Taoist who had been standing next to Wu Rong.

Red hair.

Top corners.

Hell disguise robe.

No mistake.

It was Tushan Jun.

At just one glance, everyone fully realized the power of this old Taoist.

No wonder in the description of Jinfeng Taoist, this person is said to be unspeakably terrifying.

Taoist Yifeng bowed and said, "I'm sorry to ask."

"The old Taoist is the spirit of the divine weapon, why don't you choose a great Taoist to take charge."

"I don't mean to look down on the Palace Master, but I think such a big war should be more cautious. The Palace Master is at the second flower level, even if he can exert the power of the old Taoist, he probably can't fight for long."

Bing Fengxi stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "What does your sect mean?"

"Junior Brother Yifeng has no other meaning."

"If there is a great Taoist to take charge, the chances of winning can indeed be increased by 10% or 20%.

"..."

"This is a matter of gambling on fate, so don't be careless."

Wu Rong smiled at everyone asking questions.

Waving his hand to indicate that the cultivators behind him didn't need to say more.

He then said, "Everyone hopes that the battle will have a better chance of winning, but there are always limitations."

"If you can't hold on, I will definitely not hesitate."

"After I die in the battle, the great Taoist will take control of the artifact again."

"You don't need to worry."

"In this battle, Yan Fu and I are risking our lives."

"My determination is just a little more than yours!"