I saw so many people rushing towards me.

Du'e no longer held back his hands, he spread his hands flat, four swords appeared in the void, and a formation covered the entire mountain.

This is the Small Zhuxian Sword Formation that Zhou Yi refined for Du'e. Although it is not as powerful as the real Zhuxian Sword Formation, four or five Da Luo Jinxian cannot break the formation.

As soon as the Little Zhuxian Sword Formation came out, the entire mountaintop was filled with sharp sword light.

Duer suddenly waved his four swords and charged towards the crowd.

Suddenly, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

The screams were endless, and broken hands and arms were everywhere.

"Who are you? Why are you so cruel!"

"We are ordered by heaven to be the immortal generals of the Xianting sect of Dongwang Gongzi Mansion. Do you want to offend the majesty of Taoist ancestors?"

Looking at Du E and the other three in shock and anger, the leader of the immortal general roared in disbelief.

They never expected that in this ancient continent, someone would actually take action against the people of their Zifu Immortal Court.

"Oh, it's you!"

Due said disdainfully.

"It just so happens that we are disciples of Duke Dongwang, but we are not your Duke Dongwang. This Beiju Luzhou is my master's dojo."

"You dare to run wild in Beiju Luzhou without asking for permission. I think you have had enough!"

This was Du'e's first time taking action. He didn't expect that the Little Zhuxian Sword Formation that his master refined for him was so powerful.

"You are...it turns out to be you. Your master is dead, and you still dare to speak nonsense here. I think you are seeking death!"

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a big stick suddenly fell from the sky, and the sound of howling wind echoed through the sky.

"Boom!"

The big stick covered the entire mountain.

When the stick falls, the mountains become flat.

"Who dares to say that my master is dead? I will destroy his whole family!"

A sharp voice resounded throughout Beiju Luzhou.

…

Penglai Island.

In the Fairy Garden of Zi Mansion.

"Another spiritual treasure!"

"Is this fake disciple of Duke Dong so rich?"

Dong Wangong sat cross-legged, as if he was practicing with his eyes closed, but his mental power had already reached Beiju Luzhou.

"Robbing?"

"Master Immortal Emperor, how long will it take if we don't grab it now? Didn't Dao Ancestor tell you that Hong Yun has been killed?"

"The things these little guys have will definitely attract the covetousness of many strong men."

"The Immortal Emperor and their master have the same name. Why not keep it safe for them?"

The person who spoke was the most powerful casual cultivator in the Zifu Immortal Courtyard besides Dong Wangong.

Duke Dongwang had already been moved, but when he heard this person's words, his eyes were already gleaming.

Carrying the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag, he thought that his strength was no weaker than that of a person at the pinnacle of Quasi-Saint. If he grabbed a few more treasures, his strength would surely increase by several levels.

Thinking of this, Duke Dongwang's desire to go became even more uncontrollable.

The moment Duke Dongwang moved, all the eyes of the whole world followed him.

…

"The air outside is better!"

After Luo Hu came out, he sniffed the air outside comfortably.

Zhou Yi looked at Luo Hu speechlessly, "Senior, what are your plans for the future?"

In fact, Zhou Yi most wanted Luo Hu to be by his side, but he knew that this was not realistic.

"Travel through the wilderness to find a way to defeat Hongjun!"

Sure enough, Zhou Yi sighed softly in his heart.

"Okay, kid, all the feasts in the world must come to an end. Besides, with your and my cultivation, it's so easy to meet again!"

Luo Hu said that the person had disappeared.

Looking at the direction Luo Hu was leaving, Zhou Yi sighed, I don’t know when to see you again!

Suddenly, Zhou Yi felt something in his heart and made some calculations.

Does time go so fast?

It's time for Prince Dong to die.
Chapter completed!