"This is……"

A large iron pot was pressed upside down on the ground, and it looked extremely eye-catching from a distance.

But if you look closer, the iron pot seems to be able to penetrate the sky, and it will be beaten without any margins.

Meishan Gong stood beside the iron pot, looked around and found that everyone from the court had come out, but the military strategists disappeared.

His eyes fell on the iron pot, and probably, Gong Wubing and others were trapped in the center.

The crowd escaped and was overjoyed when they saw the enemy missing.

They asked each other, and finally confirmed that it was not an illusion, and then they all started to guess.

"My Mountain Gong, is this your old job?"

Although some people doubt whether Meishan Gong has this ability, he is the strongest person right now.

"It's not me, it's a Taoist method."

Meishan Gong shook his head decisively. He could see at a glance that it was Taoism's actions.

Moreover, such magical methods are probably the Taoist Chunyang Zhenren who took action.

If it weren't for those old guys, who would have brought them out from the ground of Gong Wuyan's eyelids and trapped hundreds of thousands of soldiers?

"sharp!"

Meishan Gong sighed in his heart. Although he also believed that the famous sages were not inferior to Taoist Pure Yang, the other party dared to interfere, which showed his confidence.

"Dong!"

A muffled sound came from the iron pot, followed by the earth shaking and the thick land under my feet began to crack.

"What's going on?"

Meishan Gong turned around and left, "Let's go, Gong Wubing is attacking internally. I'm afraid this iron pot won't trap him for too long!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another muffled sound came.

I heard people more and more clearly, and the sound came from the inside, as if a giant was pounding the iron pot with a hammer.

When I think of the power of the main flag of the Gong Wudian Soldier, the big iron pot seems to be less reliable!

"Go away!"

Everyone followed Meishan Gong's steps and quickly left this place of right and wrong.

In the Taoist real people's team, Dan Rong looked back a few times, attracting the attention of his companions around him, "What are you looking at?"

"Ah no, nothing!"

Dan Rong shook his head and said nothing.

What he thought was that the body of Feng Chen Zhenren was still in the battle formation, but unfortunately he couldn't bring it back.

But now everyone is running for life, and even if someone thinks about it, it is impossible to propose that saving your life is important!

As the figure gradually dissipated, the sound of the big iron pot still kept ringing.

The vibration spreads from the air and the ground, killing the living creatures around the walk one by one, the mountains collapse, the ground cracks, and the river water drys up.

The terrain has been destroyed and left indelible traces.

"sharp!"

Fang Dou looked down below, but this big iron pot could not stop his innate Yin and Yang Yijing investigation.

In the iron pot, Gong Wubing held the flag of the soldier, and red lights collided on the iron pot.

The soldiers behind him worked together to mobilize the power of the battle formation, and all gathered on the military lord's flag, adding a little more power.

This big iron pot was constantly attacked and began to shake off the black pieces.

No matter how Fang Dou looked at it, why did he think that the black piece looked like gray at the bottom of the pot?

"This battle is obviously almost at the pure Yang level!"

Fang Dou saw clearly that Gong Wuyan was at the peak of the Yuan Dynasty and drove the main flag of the weapon and the lethality jumped to the pure Yang level.

But the big iron pot can still trap him, and with hundreds of thousands of troops, it is obviously a solid work by Chunyang.

This kind of fighting back and forth is not the pure yang fire that is half-hearted, but the realm of pure yang.

"Wonderful!"

A sigh of praise came from behind Fang Dou. Without looking back, it was also heard that Wu Shanyun came over.

Fang Dou's mood was very complicated for this leader of the Mi Sect.

Since abandoning the identity of Mi Wu, the development of the Witch Cult has nothing to do with him, but he still keeps paying attention in his heart.

Wu Shanyun is the successor leader of the Mi Cult. It is precisely in his hands that the Mi Cult can be carried forward.

Fang Dou looked at Wu Shanyun and always felt like he was looking at the successor, which was strange.

Wu Shanyun also muttered in his heart, what's your look? Did I eat your rice?

Wu Tong's eyes were scattered, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't guess it thoroughly.

"Fang Jianxian, it seems that Taoism has taken action!"

The red line was awakened before, just to extend the life of Meishan Gong. It has not yet shown much power, and it is far less shocking than the big iron pot that has locked hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Fang Dou nodded, "The Taoist background is profound. I went to Fengchen Zhenren, and another Chunyang took action!"

"To be honest, I don't like military strategists!"

Wu Shanyun nodded repeatedly, looking like the hero saw the same thing, "I am just thinking this way!"

"Today, there is always a situation where the three families are in a sturdy situation. Any external force attempt to rush into it will only lead to one road of destruction!"

"Our Mijiao, only by developing in a low-key manner and accumulating enough strength can we become mainstream!"

Speaking of this, Wu Shanyun sighed, "It's not to be hiding it. After this time, it will be difficult for me, Mijiao, to gain a foothold in the southwest."

"Only by migrating westward and entering deserted areas, barbaric forests that the imperial court cannot control, can they survive and even carry forward."

"One day, the Mi Cult will also have the Pure Yang Witch, so that you will not be afraid of the three families."

After hearing this, Fang Dou knew that Wu Shanyun in front of him was a talented and strategic leader, and also had a calm gaze and a forbearance.

Under this leadership, the Mi Cult will not perish, but will grow stronger.

"Fang Jianxian, I'm not in the dark. On the day you were promoted to Jianxian, I also visited the vicinity of Gouqu Mountain, not to watch the show, but to find an opportunity."

Wu Shanyun expressed his plans in his heart, and felt that everything was impossible to tell others, so he immediately explained it.

"I have already decided that Mi Wu, the founding leader, seems to be related to Gouqu Mountain. I hope the Sword Immortal can solve the doubts?"

Speaking of this, Wu Shanyun stared at Fang Dou's eyes, which was the answer he had been pursuing.

Fearing that Fang Dou was unwilling to answer, Wu Shanyun said again, "After today, I will lead the witches of the Rice Cult to leave the Middle Earth and go deep into the wilderness border. I hope Fang Jianxian can solve some of the doubts."

Fang Dou let out a sigh, "I can't give the answer, I have to find it yourself."

"The Witch Master will travel far, please accept this gift."

A cloth bag fell into Wushanyun's hand, which was extremely heavy.

Wu Shanyun's expression instantly became frightened, and he pulled Wu Tong to bow in a hurry, "Thank you, Sword Immortal, goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.

Fang Dou looked at his back and nodded slightly.

...

"Master, what are you afraid of?"

On the way back, Wu Tong couldn't help but ask Wu Shanyun.

Wushanyun took out the cloth bag and poured the inside into his palm, but it was a handful of crystal clear round rice.

"See, this thing is born with pure yang energy without any impurities."

"What do you think it looks like?"

Wu Tong held on for a while and replied, "Like rice!"

"Yes, my witch sect is named after rice, when did I see Chunyang Lingmi?"

Wushan Yun sighed quietly, "This thing is like hot charcoal in your hand, but I can't bear to refuse."
Chapter completed!