The old-fashioned person who used to be righteous and strict in words suddenly transformed into a sharp and sharp edge. He was completely different from the other person.

How did Qian Wusheng and others know Zuo Wuzhou's initial narrow-mindedness: "What does he mean and what does he want to do?"

Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were deep and indifferent: "I can see it, you are nothing more than a nest of snakes and rats trying to protect the Tianmen Sect."

Qian Wusheng and others looked stern and said coldly: "What do you mean, you want to slander our Tianjun Sect."

"Tianmen Sect openly framed me, even a blind person can see clearly." After all, someone forgot this relationship, and Zuo Wuzhou felt a trace of regret: "You are unfair in dealing with things, and you don't understand people well, so that's it. Simply.

"What happens to the Tianjun Sect has nothing to do with me."

The expressions of Qian Wusheng and others became darker. They said coldly: "Lin, are you trying to make trouble with my Tianjun Sect today? Did you know that the devil is raging today?"

"There is no need to involve the devil." Zuo Wuzhou waved his hand to interrupt, feeling sorry for you.

Tianjun Sect is not necessarily noble and pure compared to other sects.

When I thought about it, I suddenly became speechless. It was the same in the first place. If the Tianjun Sect was as clean as white paper and as pure as a baby, it would have been destroyed long ago with no bones left. How could a majestic Jiutian Sect lack the means to do so?

Come to think of it, on the way to the rise of Tianjun Sect, I don’t know how many people’s blood was stained, and I don’t know how many murders and treasures were done.

Poor you, you forgot.

Qian Wusheng and others had angry faces.

Zuo Wuzhou's expression was indifferent: "You don't have to blame the Heavenly Demon, and you don't have to talk about taking into account the overall situation and strictly prohibiting internal fighting. The Tianmen Sect is not qualified, and the Tianjun Sect is also not qualified."

"When it comes to killing heavenly demons, I have killed no less than forty or fifty heavenly demons alone in the past year." Zuo Wuzhou gathered up his last emotion and said as calmly as nothing, with a voice as soft as thunder: "You Tianmen Sect and Tianjun

If the total number of sects is added up, there is no such number."

Qian Wusheng and others suddenly took a breath of cold air. Their expressions changed. Buwu sneered and said, "What's the use of killing some low-level demons."

"Speaking of internal fighting, the Huntian Sect destroyed Changkong, not to mention it.

"Zuo Wuzhou's gaze focused on Bu Wu. His murderous aura made Bu Wu involuntarily step back: "The Tianmen Sect wants to kill me to seize the treasure. So what."

The whole group of people fell silent immediately, with some complicated expressions in their eyes. Only Buwu shouted: "It was you who took our treasure."

Zuo Wuzhou had a hint of indifference: "At first, I read in a book that everyone is responsible for the invasion of demons, but all humans should unite and stand up to resist. I believed it to be true."

"But I was wrong."

This simple sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, causing everyone to sneer and not know where to hide.

"I was wrong." There was only sadness in Zuo Wuzhou's heart, endless sadness: "As the saying goes, you shout slogans and I will work hard." Zuo Wuzhou thought of what he saw on the way home, the mysterious "demon god" of the Demon Soul clan

"A trace of sadness and a trace of anger merged in my heart.

There is no need to talk to me about taking the overall situation into consideration, about strictly prohibiting internal fighting, let alone about doing it for all mankind. There are a few people who take such great principles and moral principles as the main line and have taken the initiative to go to the battlefield.

Zuo Wuzhou is indifferent. I am not a compassionate person to begin with. I don't even cherish you. Naturally, I won't worry about you in vain.

The soul monks in the world can die if they want, what does it have to do with me. The only ones worthy of my concern and affection are the only civilians.

As thoughts arose and disappeared, the black color in Zuo Wuzhou's eyes quickly gathered, and he faintly embraced the stars, saying word by word: "Don't pressure me with great principles."

I just do what I want to do. Reasoning with me is meaningless and unreasonable. This is decisiveness.

Zuo Wuzhou's face under the iron face was tainted with a layer of black iron chill, and his voice was sonorous: "Bu Wu, you said that I stole the treasure and killed the person, then it is me who stole the treasure and killed the person. What can you do to me?"

At the sound of this sound, Qian Wusheng and others' expressions suddenly changed. They looked intently, with different expressions, and shouted angrily: "Lin Zhou, how dare you!"

The violent breath exploded in the sky, and even the scorching sun was dimmed by the overwhelming force of the breath.

Another Martial Saint from the Tianmen Sect watched in shock and anger as a flash of black light appeared in front of his eyes. An invincible iron fist condensed the power that shattered the heaven and earth, and exploded with the energy from the sky.

"Is this okay?" The martial saint's throat trembled, blood spilled out, and he suddenly felt the iron fist imprinted on his body.

Where he was hit, sounds like ripples of small bones and broken bones burst out from his body. Half of his body was beaten to pieces by a single punch.

The Martial Saint flew out helplessly, flying and flying, crashing against the green wall with a roar. A strange wooden soul shuttle grew, sprouted and expanded in his body!

Metal, wood, water and fire, could he be the Five Elements Soul! Could he be Zuo Wuzhou! The Martial Saint was finally terrified. He wanted to hiss, but it was too late. The wooden soul shuttle expanded, causing his body to burst alive.

A dead bloody flower blooms on the green wall, mottled and beautiful.

With one lift and one fall, a martial saint fell without any power to fight back.

Zuo Wuzhou lowered his head and then raised it again, his murderous aura released. His voice was like thunder: "Today I am seizing the treasure to kill people. Your Buwu and Tianmen sect are full of people. I will kill you. What can you do to me? Hahaha

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I will not follow the scum of these people. If you dare to frame me, I will do it! What can you do to me?

Being born as a man, he should have such heroic spirit, and he should have such decisiveness in killing.

A fierce sound penetrates the clouds and cracks the rocks: "Crossing the clouds and the sky."

"How dare you."

Qian Wusheng and others roared angrily. This move was a sign of ignoring their Tianjun Sect. In Tianjun Chengfeng, if something like this happened and the Tianjun Sect couldn't handle it, it would be like losing face.

A ray of light appeared on Buwu's body, and he retreated with a groan. He looked at the iron-masked man in shock, his thoughts in confusion: "He, he really dared to do it. He actually dared to do it in front of the Tianjun Sect."

Tianjun Sect, so what. If it wasn't for Jun Wang's sake, why would he talk so much nonsense to the people in Tianjun Cha, and kill them anyway?

Someone framed me like this, but the Tianjun Sect ignored me and wanted to conspire. They really thought that I was a person with integrity and awe-inspiring, and they really thought that I was a compassionate person.

I am in control of the world, killing people like hemp, how can I care about killing a few more and leaving a few more bones for the earth?

"Tell me the truth and tell the truth. You are extremely naive." Zuo Wuzhou burst into laughter, having already forgotten that his purpose was to meet Jun Wang again.

There is no motto to think twice before acting. Once the battle begins, once the pride and passion rise, there is no need to worry about anything else. Fighting wholeheartedly and killing the enemy wholeheartedly is the most enjoyable.

Bu Wu is worthy of being a veteran martial arts saint. He has a lot of training and is equipped with equipment. This "cloud-piercing sky" blow actually only injured him...

Zuo Wuzhou moved his body, his arms flew together, glowing with infinite rays of light, vaguely condensed on his body like a protective air mask. This was the defense of "Piercing the Clouds and Sky".

From defense to attack. Zuo Wuzhou's voice and look were fierce, he was chasing after him, he was aggressive and his momentum was sky-high!

With his arms clasped together, it was like an extremely fierce golden storm, destroying the sky and the earth.

A body of radiant color suddenly condensed into a golden storm, pouring out all kinds of terrifying power.

This kind of power is simply inhuman. Just ask the world, who can achieve a new breakthrough with terrifying soul power equivalent to the perfection of three souls?

How could Buwu be able to defeat him? This golden light appeared on his body, and the light flashed again. His face turned pale, and his heart was filled with fear: "Who is this person? He is so powerful."

When he felt a trace of regret, Bu Wu didn't know that this was only a reflection of at most 20% of Zuo Wuzhou's full combat power.

An indifferent chill floated in the air, seeming to freeze the summer temperature. Zuo Wuzhou's aura was so violent that it turned into a ray of fire, and he pushed forward with a punch. It was just a simple punch, but it was punched alive.

The power of his combat skills is such that he creates an aura that makes mountains and rivers tremble.

Qian Wusheng and others were secretly moved: "This person's understanding is really superb."

The deeper the understanding of the mysteries of nature, the deeper the understanding of the attributes of each system. Even if you do not use combat skills, you will almost have the terrifying power of combat skills. This is what is meant by the saying that lifting something light is like being heavy.

According to legend, every move and every move has the power of combat skills, which is the highest and most powerful state of a martial saint. It has reached the point where no one can restrain it, and it has even reached the super-sage state in terms of understanding.

Zuo Wuzhou's punch was not as good as it was, but it was not far behind.

Bu Wu was still in shock. When he received the punch, he laughed wildly: "Even combat skills may not be able to break my sacred weapon, let alone it is not a combat skill!"

Bu Wu was very decisive, knowing that he would live or die, and he would not hide his murderous intention and roared: "You also take one of my moves!"

"Destroyed by a hundred refinements."

Bu Wu's punch was actually very strong. "Hundred Refining Destruction" is exactly what happened during the weapon refining process.

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Zuo Wuzhou was overjoyed: "Good luck!" He smiled wildly, his laughter shook the world, and he pushed and hung with his fists. It was like pushing thousands of mountains to shake.

Bu Wu's body was shaken, and a stream of blood rushed straight into his throat. He was shocked and said: "No!"

Not even a word was finished! Another fierce punch hit the net, as powerful as a wave, just like a rolling flame. Buwu let out a muffled groan, and flew backwards.

"Hahaha, you Buwu dare to seize the treasure and kill people. It turns out that's all." Zuo Wubi's voice was extremely fierce, and he punched out one after another!

Poor Bu Wu, his three souls were only close to perfection. With his soul power restrained and protected by a sacred weapon, Zuo Wuzhou was beaten with an iron fist like a son, and he was beaten around. It was extremely miserable.

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Net against net, hard against hard. In the world, there are a few people who can net better than Zuo Wuzhou. Not to mention that the body is naturally refined by gray mist, which makes the body naturally stronger than others, not to mention the power of the seven souls.

Let’s just talk about Zuo Wuzhou’s explosive temper. Then few people can match him.

"What kind of monster is this!"

From the beginning, Bu Wu was relatively fine. But now, he held onto the net with his fists and snatched it down with unparalleled strength. Not to mention that the Holy Clothes were not made of steel, but were made of steel. They were bound to be blasted to pieces.

How can you defeat someone who is beaten without the ability to fight back? Just like a turtle wearing a hard shell, but how can it defeat anyone?

Zuo Wuzhou's violent punches made Bu Wu roll around like a stone ball in the storm.

It means winning by strength, or overwhelming others with strength. What can you do to me? I don't even need to wear equipment, so I just crush the enemy with strength.

"Framing me, confusing right and wrong. I will teach you today to clarify what is black and what is white." Zuo Wuzhou thought coldly to himself, swallowing and spitting out. Then he punched out with a roar, and the wind and thunder vibrated together, showing off his momentum.

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If you tell me the truth and tell the truth, you really think that all the skills I have gained through cultivation are just for show, and you really think that I am a member of the government.
To be continued...