Chapter 867 Xin Zhuo’s mother country, it’s a pity that he is not here?
"It's the son-in-law of Fuxian Palace, Supreme Bird Man and... Judging from their attire, they should be the two elders of Daluo Sect."
The wooden ski boat was parked in a beautiful place outside the battlefield. In the forest, Xue Ji stood up and walked to the front with an enchanting posture.
“That’s right!”
Daddy Ferry sighed meaningfully. He suddenly understood why Supreme Birdman, Lingqueer and Ye Chen were unwilling to respond. Obviously He was also controlled by the Demon Xin behind him.
This was almost the strongest power under the Quasi-Sage of Fuxian Palace, but in the end, Xin Zhuo defeated all of them in one fell swoop.
"What do you call Mr. Su?" Xin Zhuo asked. The two old men in the sky were not very strong.
The group of people in front turned around, and Xiao Jing was the first to say: "It is a title of super sect and holy land Dongtian that is different from elders, great elders and supreme elders. When they were young, they were all saints and saints. However, due to various reasons, they are not allowed to enter the semi-sage. The disciples collectively refer to these people as Su Lao. All the powerful ones are saints.
Saint is a title, not a name for the realm of cultivation! ”
Xin Zhuo nodded, looked slowly in the air, and then glanced at the mountain in the southeast. He saw a group of familiar people at a glance. He was not surprised, but there was a hint of nostalgia and complexity on his face.
Ever since he learned about "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water", Xuantian Sword Sect was the only place that gave him warmth. There were a group of fellow disciples, fellow disciples, masters and masters there, as well as the gentle girl in white who looked like a fairy.
Now, more than 40 years have passed, and they have left seclusion. Unfortunately, Xin Zhuo is no longer the same Xin Zhuo he was back then.
"These three people are probably fighting for the victory of the Great Zhou Dynasty." Xue Ji came back and said, "Is the Supreme Birdman your subordinate?"
Xin Zhuo Being interrupted from his thoughts, he said: "Currently!"
Xue Ji said: "The Supreme Bird Man and the two Great Luo Su Lao are similar in strength. They are both Yuanji Liulin, but the Supreme Bird Man's earth-level origin is inferior. I am afraid that I cannot win. Do you want to take action?"
The slender fingers pointed at the ferryman, Xiao Jing and the others.
Then Xiao Jingyi gave a wry smile and said: "My injury has not healed yet, so a sneak attack is okay, but these three people are now in the best fighting condition, I'm afraid..."
Xin Zhuo was speechless and looked straight up into the sky.
Now the low-level disciples of Daluo and Dayan are all here...
...
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Three Yuanji realm masters collided violently in the sky, the violent infuriating energy overflowed, and the most primitive power of the world was enveloped. The power is like steaming sea water, covering the ground ten feet above and spanning hundreds of miles.
More than one million troops on both sides stood very far away, unable to raise their heads. They used huge shields to resist the aftermath. Even so, a large section of the shield-hands fainted in an instant, and the remaining soldiers fought hard to fight. , this is the result of the three Yuanji masters deliberately avoiding the lower part.
On the handsome stage, Mr. Zhuge, Jian Jiuqing, Ning Zhiwei, Shui Qingliu and the emperor and his son were all leaning like water, and they were also resisting the aftermath of the three Yuanji masters, but at this moment, everyone There was worry and concern on his face.
Emperor Shengzu's southern expedition strategy is probably going to fail. News of the battlefield on the west route is stagnant, and the outcome is still unknown.
“What should I do?”
Jian Jiuqing asked with difficulty.
Mr. Zhuge sighed: "Listen to fate and do your best. Even if little friend Xin Zhuo arrives, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat these two old guys from Daluo."
......
"We won!"
"With this victory, there is no longer any obstacle to the south of the Great Zhou Dynasty. With a smooth sweep, the troops arrived in the hinterland of the Great Zhou Dynasty and took the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The battle to destroy the Zhou Dynasty is completed!"
On the hillside in the south, Qiong Yu and Shengzi Wujiang, who had a bun and a face as beautiful as a crown jade, stood side by side, looking at the sky with a look of relief and relief.
Some time ago, the two of them joined forces to fight against the Supreme Birdman for three days and three nights, but they came back defeated. The two people's original strength was too weak, and they were no match for each other two against one. Although they have now invited the sect to The old man who stayed behind came to come, but he finally won back his face and it was not too ugly.
"I'm just curious..." Wujiang chuckled and said: "Da Zhou is the mother country called Xin Zhuo, the place where he was born and raised. Where did he go? Why didn't he come?"
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Qiong Yu frowned and said: "I captured a group of Zhou army prisoners before, and they all said that the commander of the Western Route Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty was a great king. I don't know his name. Is this great king..." "Xin Zhuo is the Holy Ancestor Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This There is no doubt about it, how can he be the king?" Wujiang waved his sleeves, "What if Xin Zhuo comes? You and I, together with the two elders, will take his life today."
Qiong Yu nodded slightly, and then the two stopped talking.
But not far away, Li Guofu, Chu Zongwei, Daozhen, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan, Wu Yingyue, Chu Siniang, Yu Zhuji and others had extremely strange expressions, and they didn't understand why Xin Zhuo didn't come.
But Liu Qingfeng's face turned red, and she couldn't help but retorted: "I'm afraid it's not possible, Xin Zhuo is also in the Yuanji realm, and he once worked with the Holy Son Si Ying..."
Chu Siniang was startled and tried to pull him away, but it was too late. The Holy Son of Boundless glanced at him coldly and scolded: "How presumptuous! What kind of status do you have, you are just an elder of a palace, you don't know your dignity!"< br>
The powerful Yuanji pressure rolled in, and Liu Qingfeng took seven steps back in a row. His bones rattled, blood oozed from his seven orifices, he could not speak, and his blood boiled endlessly.
"Holy Son, calm down!"
Chu Zongwei, Chu Siniang, Nangong Wentian, Su Liuli, Gongsun Li, Wang Hui and others hurriedly stepped forward and saluted in panic.
Super sects have strict levels: true disciples - elders - great elders - masters of one temple and one peak - main sect's disciples of gods and humans - saints and saints - elders - half-saints -
The Holy Son is definitely at the top, while Liu Qingfeng is just an ordinary elder, the second rung. There is a huge gap between them in terms of cultivation and status.
However, even though there was a group of people protecting him, the Holy Son of Wujiang was still angry. The group of people protecting him were all suppressed, and they were miserable.
"Sir Wujiang, please calm down." Li Wuxia, the master of Xuantian Palace, couldn't stand it anymore. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Daluo Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and the most important thing is respecting teachers, respecting the teachings, and inheriting from teachers. Etiquette, no matter how strong that little Xin Zhuo is, he is still my Daluo Abandoned Disciple, the disciple of Elder Liu Qingfeng. He must recognize this. We are all his elders. No matter whether we kill him or not, let’s talk about him. It doesn’t matter whether you are strong or weak.”
Wujiang then calmed down and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, saying nothing.
Chu Zongwei, Daozhen and the others breathed a sigh of relief and quietly said to Li Wuxia: "Thank you, Master, for your protection!"
Li Wuxia sneered: "It's just a shame, you are my subordinates, and Xin Zhuo is a man, I can respect him!"
A group of people looked embarrassed.
Liu Qingfeng came back to her senses at this moment, her face turned pale, and she murmured: "My disciple has the qualifications to be a great emperor. This is unquestionable. Sooner or later, one day..."
"Shut up!" Chu Siniang finally couldn't help but exploded, "Why have you been acting like a child lately? Stop mentioning Xin Zhuo, okay? How many years has it been? Liuli and Wentian's child He is thirty-seven years old, and Zhuoer has already left the sect. If you talk about him in silence, it will kill you sooner or later."
Liu Qingfeng was noncommittal. He didn't know what Xin Zhuo was doing now. If so. If we meet another day, will we recognize him as our master?
Not far away, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan, Wu Yingyue, Kudu, Baihua Fengyun, He Lianyou and even the Queen of the Zhou Dynasty, Ji Zejun, etc., had complex expressions, especially Ji Zejun. Da Zhou was also her motherland, and like Xin Zhuo, But no one asked her how she felt.
She silently sat down on a stone aside and looked to the side. There was a very beautiful girl there, holding her legs with her hands, looking in the direction of the Imperial Capital of the Zhou Dynasty with a sense of loss.
"What is Miss Jiang looking at?" Ji Zejun asked subconsciously.
Jiang Yuwei looked at her, with a strand of long hair hanging down from her single snail bun, and chuckled: "Back then, I followed Senior Brother Xin and stayed in the Great Zhou Palace for a while. Now that I think about it, I feel a little emotional."
Ji Zejun understood deeply and was speechless.
At this moment, someone not far away suddenly said in surprise: "The winner has been decided!"
Everyone looked to the sky, and sure enough!
The supreme birdman screamed and flew backwards, his momentum weak.
The two elders of Daluo sneered and approached.
The supreme birdman forcibly stopped his body, pressed the wound on his chest, and said angrily: "It's just relying on the large number of people!"
One of the great Luosu elders said coldly: "If you have help, just call me!"
The Supreme Bird Man subconsciously looked at his own camp, feeling bitter in his heart. How could a bunch of weak chickens help him? Suddenly he looked straight to the west, and his expression became very exciting: "Oh! It's coming!"
The two elders looked at him in surprise, and their pupils shrank sharply.
(End of this chapter)