Gray-white hair, broken arm, hugged a long sword and headed north.

Hua Wucheng has no feelings in his eyes.

As the leader of the righteous path, he is now using his own way to do what he does. Since Xia Guang can get involved in the devil's camp and disrupt the general trend, wouldn't he not take advantage of the general trend of human beings at this time?

As long as you can kill the Great Zhou Shenwu King, everything will be easy to deal with, let alone that Zen Buddhism has come. Although they have never joined the alliance, they all know each other well.

Kill Xia Guang!

These worlds, many small worlds in the universe, are just jhana or devil's amusement parks, but this one has caused trouble.

Is it a traitor? Or is it a real human? Or has it hypnotized yourself into a human?

Hua Wucheng no longer considered this issue because it was meaningless anymore.

Today is the last battle, and we must use the power to break through the critical situation.

In other words, the way of heaven will be alarmed today, but as long as you can kill that man, everything is worth it!

The birds are gone in winter.

The only big eagle that occasionally passes by in the north is flying low from time to time, looking for food, and a gray-brown hard feather falls slowly at this time.

Below the feather is the official road where the gray-haired man with broken arms runs. The official road is well built and transparent from north to south.

But Hua Wucheng had already stopped. He glanced at the street stall and walked over, quietly sitting at a square table with some oil stains.

The stall is selling Chaos Noodles.

Below is a fat man with a charity face and a turban wrapped in a linen turban.

The genius was so bright that the fat man was still doing preparations. After all, his business was very good these days. With the light of the words "New Year's Eve, the top of the Forbidden City", there were many people going to the capital during this period. This fat man also had a brain and knew that when he came out to work hard, his income would be more than a hundred times a thousand times.

Hearing the movement of the wooden table just set outside the door, he wiped his wet hands next to him, lifted up the curtain embroidered with exquisite patterns, but was already dirty, and smiled and said, "What do you need for a guest? The shop has chaos, noodles, chaos noodles, wine and beef."

But the next moment, the fat man felt a little dazed, and his strong sleepiness came to his heart. Has he been overworked in recent days? Thinking of it, he leaned against the door frame and held his forehead, closed his eyes, and waited until he opened it again, but he became cold and ruthless.

He has weak will and it takes no effort to invade his body.

Hua Wucheng then opened his mouth. He didn't order breakfast and he didn't need these. If he cooked the fat man, he might be able to eat a few more bites. At this time, he just asked: "Those two are trapped next to the Shenwu Palace?"

The fat man said sinisterly: "There is no guard or even no imprisonment. The door is open. Those two are really embarrassing. I have tried to talk to them, but that area is surrounded by Luoshui and is almost closed. There is no ordinary hand in the palace. I can't occupy my body to explore the information, so I can only look out from a distance."

Hua Wucheng frowned and said, "Is it a formation?"

The fat man's body was his partner, Brother Shu Lan, who said, "No, I can't feel any formation aura, and I saw the people who delivered food to them in the palace, and they were in and out without any obstacles."

He corrected his thoughts and said, "Some time ago, Jin Duanshui and a certain Zen scholar descended to the earth to help the eldest son of the Great Zhou Dynasty want to kill that person.

I saw with my own eyes that transcend the boundary, and used the fire of Nirvana, which was obtained from the second realm of the five consciousnesses, to ignite the right hand of that person, but Jin Duanshui was completely defeated by that person and was then captured.

It seems that they have reached a private agreement with that person.”

Hua Wucheng sneered and shook his head and said, "It's really a waste, but according to his strength, it's not very strong among the four Buyans. It's not a few levels higher than the waste that Sha Yun.

But I'm different.

I'm different from these two trash.

Come today, I am already ready to go.

But, are you really sure about that thing?"

The fat man showed a charming and weird smile, then sat on a bench near the house, and gracefully raised a thick and greasy short finger: "First, he had never gone to the Luluo Zen Temple to relieve the Nirvana Buddha Fire that burned the five consciousnesses. In other words, unless his realm completely crushed and stepped through the Buddha's light of ignorance and entered the second realm of ignorance and seeing the original state of mind, the Buddha fire was destined to deprive him of vision, hearing, touch, smell, and taste."

"Secondly, when he was killing in Jiangnan Road in March this year, he burned the 480 temples of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but there was a Buddha left in one temple. Although some Buddha statues were not the channels for the true body to connect the world, but were just dead objects that simply expose their faith, all the meditations were infuriated.

Therefore, three unknown Zens from the Egret Divine Continent have inspired the walking ascetic monks to go to the capital."

This fat man's posture is charming. If he were replaced by a beautiful woman, it would be excellent. However, it was performed by a greasy fat man, but he didn't even feel sissy, which made people feel extremely inconsistent.

Hua Wucheng thought for a moment and set his argument: "Arrogant and arrogant, and when it is New Year's Eve, his vision should be deprived. Look at me and kill him with a sword."

The fat man smiled and said, "Be careful. Jin Duanshui looks rough, but he is not stupid. He knows that there should be a reason. This battle is the last battle before the general situation is completely settled.

Regardless of success or failure, the way of heaven will inevitably take action.”

Hua Wucheng snorted coldly, stroked the gray-white bangs hanging from his forehead, "Don't worry, I'm different from them."

"Of course, if there was no one who emerged from nowhere, you were the strongest one of my four Buyans."

The fat man's voice is fucked.

“From the future, too.”

The sickly gray-haired man with broken arms raised his head and looked at the sky. After confirming these two points, he had no worries in his heart. A little bit his toes would be like a kite turning over, which was extremely light and nimble and drifted towards the north. The speed was so fast that he had a trace of shadows.

On the official road, many people from the world got up from the roadside camp where they lived. Looking at the gray wind, they couldn't help but feel excited.

"It's the leader of Alliance Hua."

"After hearing that the leader of Alliance Hua broke his arm, he realized the truth for thirty days and thirty nights, and his sword skills were already mastered by gods."

"I know this. On Beim Mountain, the sword breaks through the black clouds and sees the moon. The sword energy soars into the sky. Even if you can see it thousands of miles away, it is the breakthrough of the leader of Alliance Hua."

"The right way, there is hope!"

"That devil will be killed!"

"Let's go, keep up with the leader!"

The appearance of Hua Wucheng made the men of the martial arts world who were originally full of depressedness suddenly become angry and full of hope. Even without sunshine, they can still go on.

On this trip, kill the Divine Martial King!

Torture the first tyrant.
Chapter completed!