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Chapter 1110: Death

Gudu.

Throat rolling.

Marquis Guiyuan was horrified.

When facing this person, he couldn't even mobilize his magic power.

The trump card almost became a life-threatening talisman.

As a prince placed in the northwest by the Hades, his existence is to observe whether a unified force will appear in the northwest and to hinder it.

Unexpectedly, the alliance meeting of the nine princes and hundreds of tribes had just been held, and Guan Minghou entered the venue with his magic soldiers.

"Understood...bai." Guiyuan Hou replied tremblingly.

"Go ahead."

Tu Shanjun slowly retracted his fingers.

A trace of black and red silk thread was unnoticeably attached to Guiyuan Hou's hair.

He fled out of the void like the marquis of Guiyuan who had been pardoned.

There were more than a hundred people in the house, as silent as cicadas.

Wu Rong looked at everyone with a smile, opened his hands and said: "The northwest has been in chaos for a long time. The devil is looking at it, and the big clans are watching. There will be no peace in the upper reaches of the Styx River for thousands of years. We can only be trapped in the barren land."

"Today, I, the underworld, want to do justice for heaven and bring peace to the cloudy northwest. Are you willing to go with me?"

Huo Ya Daojun has seen Tu Shanjun's strength, so he was naturally the first to express his stance.

He bowed his hands and said, "I am willing to listen to the master's orders!"

Marquis Chunhan said without hesitation: "I am willing to surrender."

Wu Zhaohou looked around. I'm afraid it would be difficult to end this disobedience. He sighed, slightly cupped his hands but said nothing.

The dragon man stood up and looked straight at him and said: "I want to return to the dragon tribe. I hope that senior can give the dragon tribe a good chance."

While speaking, he bowed his hands and saluted.

He didn't like to get involved in these things, so he didn't choose to be the leader of the alliance.

Now that the northwest is to be unified, he doesn't want to work under others, so he bids farewell. Anyway, behind him is the Dragon Clan, and the ten Yintian Clan are also at the forefront, so everyone has to give some face.

Tu Shanjun turned his gaze and nodded.

After receiving the signal, the dragon man flew out of the hall, looked back, and left without any nostalgia.

Seeing the dragon man leaving peacefully, the remaining few people were immediately moved.

Since they chose to be sealed away, they were unwilling to stay in Dongyue Royal City.

If you don’t leave me here, I will leave you alone.

No matter where they go, others will respectfully give up their spiritual veins to them. There is no need to get involved in the underworld and become pawns and cannon fodder in the war between the underworld and the big clan.

Even if the underworld wins, they are still Dao Lords. If the underworld doesn't win, they will still suffer consequences.

Looking at the intention of the man in front of him, it is obvious that he wants to unite the upper reaches of the Styx River and fight with the Hades.

If you don’t leave now, when will you leave?

Hesitation and regret flashed across Wu Zhaohou's eyes. Why couldn't he wait before making a decision?

It can be seen that this Sanhua Daojun has no intention of blocking. If he had not expressed his stance so early, he might be able to leave as calmly as Long Renxuan.

Among the remaining three princes, the ferocious beast's head that looked like iron armor turned around, stood up and said loudly: "I am the Prince of Dongyue and have been granted the title of Marquis of Jinle. Even the ten tribes of Yintian treat us with great courtesy. If we can't be safe wherever we go, why should we ask you?"

Guan Minghou surrenders."

"It is still said that the underworld will replace Dongyue Royal City."

The iron armor around Jin Lehou's body moved slightly, making the sound of Tao Yun colliding.

Surrounded by the aura of inspiration.

Protecting his body like a black sword.

Taoist Master Huo Ya was the first to speak and said sincerely: "I advise fellow Taoist to stay."

Marquis Jinle sneered.

Everyone recommended a leader, and it was reasonable for Dao Lords like them to jointly run the alliance, so he was willing to stay.

He would sacrifice his life to fight for others, but there was no benefit to him. Even in the Dongyue King's City, he could only make a lord and serve the Tao Lords.

He walked towards the entrance of the main hall, waved his hands and said: "You guys, just follow him and charge into the battle. I don't want to. At worst, I'll change to another dojo."

Wu Rong looked calm and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, you can't leave."

Marquis Jinle paused and retreated to the entrance of the hall. He looked at Feng Xi and said loudly: "Sanhua Daojun is indeed powerful, but you must have sufficient mana. How long can you last?"

"We are indeed not as far away as Dao Jun, but this is not a duel, and we are not careless Yuan Tong."

"Fellow Taoists, why should you sacrifice your lives for him?"

"There is no place in the world that disrespects the King of Dao."

"Can he still chase us to the ends of the earth?"

"Leave him an empty shell. I don't think he can even stop the Underworld."

"After we have been away for a thousand years, the underworld may have been buried in dust."

Kinna Heiyan stood up, there was no need for the Kinnara clan to accompany the underworld to die.

But she was not in a hurry to express her position.

If Marquis Jin Le was the only one, she felt that there was not much chance of winning, so she could only run away in a hurry.

Marquis Jin Le can leave calmly, but they, the patriarchs of large clans, have much to think about. The migration of the entire clan cannot be completed in a moment.

The black face looked at the leader of the Yaksha clan.

Among the nine princes, Kinnara and Yaksha can be said to advance and retreat together.

King Yaksha shook his head slightly at the black face unnoticeably.

The black face looked surprised, and her beautiful eyes flashed with deep doubts.

Feng Fengxi very much hoped that Marquis Jin Le could anger the opponent further or turn around and leave, so that he could give him accurate information and let him judge Tu Shanjun's strength.

He is gambling.

I bet that the underworld did not dare to attack Dao Lord, but was just scaring them.

If this is the case, he may be able to preserve and seal the clan's independence.

Seeing that no one was supporting him, Marquis Jinle realized that he was asking for trouble, so he might as well leave as soon as possible.

Ever since something happened to Taoist friend Zhenxiu Guan, he had become increasingly uneasy.

Anyway, he doesn't care about the gains and losses of his dojo.

Two thousand years ago, he came to Yintian just to find a place to stay.

He is different from these Yintian tribes.

Wu Rong smiled and sat on the steps, with his arms on his knees and a thick book in his hand. He flipped through the pages and marveled: "If other Taoist friends here ask this question, I will try to convince him. I will take action only if I really can't be persuaded, but I won't kill him."

"Because the biggest reason why I went south is that the underworld is empty and needs great power. Saints can fill all the yamen in the underworld, so that the cycle of yin and yang can run widely."

"The reason why the dragon man Xuan was let go is because there is a dragon tribe behind him."

"The ten tribes of Yintian rank fourth."

"I'm not willing to fight on two fronts yet."

"But what about you, fellow Taoist?"

"You have a background. As the Demon King of Demon Abyss, you also lent your identity to the ancestor of Zhenxiu Guan. Why didn't you tell me?"

Wu Feng put the book of life and death in his hand, sneered, and shouted: "Mo Tiao, you should have died three thousand years ago!"

Jin Lehou was shocked.

The body-protecting Dao breath condenses into Xuan Feng.

The demonic energy gathered and turned into a long and ferocious light.

As a Taoist Lord whose life span has expired, he should have been plagued by five degenerations and three disasters.

As soon as his identity was revealed, the corrupt aura around him turned into a whirlpool of chaos.

However, he is the king of disaster.

The disaster only made his path one step further.

This attack is comparable to Erhua, and may even be able to change again due to the blessing of the disaster path.

"die!"

Feng Xi was also shocked. Only now did he understand why the other party dared to show his face in front of Sanhua Weapon Spirit. It turned out to be the Demon King who had disappeared from the Demon Abyss.

The path of catastrophe has completely condensed into the long ray of chaos.

The corruption contained in this blow was enough to seriously injure a fellow player by surprise.

Even he didn't dare to resist.

After striking out, Jin Lehou flew into the void.

Mo Tiao didn't dare to look back.

He knew that he might be powerful, but he probably wasn't strong enough to defeat the Three Flowers Weapon Spirit.

If there is a weapon spirit to resist the Tao spell for Wu Rong, the great catastrophic spell will also be eliminated, but a one or two points of obstruction is enough, and he can use the time to escape back to the Demonic Land.

Seeing the Moyuan's fortress right in front of him, Mo Diao was overjoyed.

He didn't expect that he would miss his hometown so much.

However, just when he was about to break through the barrier, he found an invisible shackle slowly emerging.

Then, he saw himself running ahead.

Mo Diao was stunned for a moment, and he didn't react for a moment.

My eyes are clearly here, so how can I see myself running ahead?

When he lowered his head and looked, it turned out that this was the soul body, and the one running in front was his own body. Unfortunately, the body didn't run very far before it gradually turned into ashes.

Just like unburned paper money blown by the wind and disappearing into the darkness.

Keng!

The shackles suddenly straightened.

Accompanied by the sound of the iron rope slowly pulling.

Boom buzz.

Mo Tiao seemed to have broken through the barrier, and when he came to his senses, he had reappeared in Lushan Hall.

The saints of hundreds of tribes were dumbfounded, and the princes in the palace looked horrified.

Each one of them showed an expression of disbelief.

It was as if I had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Looking back at the hook lock, one end was held in the hand of a green and white ghost.

"No!"

The demon roared, revealing the true form of the demon clan.

I don't know what kind of magic power the chain has, but the majestic Taoist Lord of Catastrophe actually looks like a powerless baby bird.

It can only be dragged and dragged.

Mo Tiao was obviously not willing to give in, and shouted fiercely: "Kill if you want, why bother talking nonsense! There are so many Taoist kings in the world who will live to the end of their lives. If you use this excuse to kill me, I look down on you!"

Wu Rong raised his drooping eyelids, revealing a pair of supreme heavenly eyes, as if he had the wheel of destiny, and said calmly: "You should die at the end of your lifespan. Rebellion of yin and yang, indiscriminate between humans and ghosts, is against the way of heaven."

"This is no excuse."

"You can just watch, I will kill all the damn monks in the world and restore the order that should exist in the world."

There was astonishment in Mo Tiao's eyes. He really couldn't imagine how anyone could go against immortality. Isn't that what monks in this world want?

"You are offending the immortals in the world."

"You won't make it!"

Wu Rong showed the soul-honoring banner and said calmly: "Someone has to start this, why can't it be me?"

He glanced sideways: "You've lived long enough."

"Fellow Taoist, please enter the banner!"

A hoarse voice came from above.

A green and white ghost hand suddenly grabbed Mo Tiao's head.

As the Sovereign Soul Flag flew over the sky, the demonic tune that bound him disappeared.

Wu Rong stood on the steps of the main hall holding the Soul Flag with a faint smile on his lips.

He glanced around.

Asked: "Who else is leaving?"

No one dared to neglect.

"I am willing to serve the Palace Lord!"

"..."

"I am willing to serve the Palace Master!"

The six princes and hundreds of tribes spoke in unison.

Wu Rong smiled and consoled him: "In the future, the highway of hell will travel all over the world, and you can also live forever in reincarnation!"


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