Madam Tianhuang glanced at her and only said: "There must be something weird among them. Let's just wait and see how they change. Ye Chuyue's death is a foregone conclusion. The King of Heaven is here too and she will have to die. There is also the Holy Domain."
The bitch."
Then, he forced a smile towards Wu Zu: "Wu Zu, I have come to the Beizhou Military Aircraft Department to handle the case under the order of Xie Wu God. I also ask Wu Zu not to disturb the case handling process."
Wu Zu ignored her words.
In response to this, Mrs. Tianhuang gradually became impatient.
The hands under the wide sleeves were tightly clenched!!
Wu Zu was filled with tears, and there was only one person in his eyes that he looked forward to day and night.
The battle is suspended.
People everywhere looked at each other with confusion.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wu Zu suddenly waved his hand.
Following him from the Martial Temple, in addition to Ye Juechen, there were also the "Blood Guards" who followed him closely.
These blood guards are all secretly trained warriors, and they are existences that make warriors from all walks of life fearful.
There were hundreds of blood guards, dressed in blood clothes and with black masks on their faces, all appearing behind Martial Ancestor.
"Father...?" Ye Juechen seemed to have guessed something in his heart.
He has been surrounded by his adoptive father since childhood.
At that moment, he seemed to see the palace master that his adoptive father said was born out of nowhere.
Wu Zu didn't say a word and took heavy steps.
He simply ignored the people around him and stared at Chu Yue.
Even though he was a tall and handsome man, he couldn't stop crying.
He walked to Chu Yue step by step.
Chu Yue looked at him but said nothing.
Wu Zu asked in a trembling voice: "Can there be peace in the world?"
Chu Yue then lightly opened her thin lips and whispered back: "Not yet."
"The world is full of conditions and war is ruthless. How can we get tired?" Wu Zu asked again.
"Not yet."
"The road is long, can we return to our original position?" Wu Zu asked for the third time.
"It's acceptable." Chu Yue said lightly.
After receiving a comfortable answer, Wu Zu smiled gently.
He looked like a satisfied child, but the hot tears never stopped.
What falls are not tears, but 90,000 years of expectations, countless days and nights of waiting and suffering.
What he was waiting for was not a tomb, but a living person, the unchanging master of the palace.
As the deep sea dragon said.
She is still young.
It wasn't until this moment that Martial Ancestor felt the same as the dragon in the deep sea and deeply understood the deep meaning contained in this sentence.
Chu Yue's bright eyes were calm and she looked at Wu Zu quietly.
It was a completely different state of mind than when we met before.
It's like watching my son grow up, I feel happy and happy.
Only each other can understand such a conversation, and the others just feel confused and confused, racking their brains to figure out what it means.
Madam Tianhuang and Master Huanyue looked at each other, and both saw suspicion in each other's eyes.
Wu Zu's mood and attitude, as well as the conversation with Ye Chuyue, were all too weird.
It was so weird that it made Mrs. Tianhuang feel extremely uneasy.
In the crowd of onlookers.
Fu Bilian gritted her teeth: "What are they talking about."
"We are chatting." Ji Qinghe also replied with a puzzled look on his face.
"Nonsense, this saint must know that we are chatting." Fu Bilian glared at Ji Qing and this useless thing.
Then he looked at Yu Weiyu: "Weiyu, you are highly valued and loved by Martial Ancestor. In your opinion, what are the changes in Martial Ancestor today?"
Yu Weiyu raised his chin slightly, half-squinted his dimly lit eyes, and stared deeply at Wu Zu's majestic figure.
After a long time, he said casually: "I think I want to kill Ye Chuyue with my own hands and win the respect of Xie Wushen."
"That's good."
Fu Bilian said: "I think so. Who is the Martial Ancestor? How could he offend the Martial God for her, Ye Chuyue."
As soon as the words stopped, the wind roared!
She, Yu Weiyu, Ji Qinghe, and the warriors present all looked intently at Martial Ancestor.
However, they saw Martial Ancestor suddenly fluttering his sleeves, while Ye Juechen and Blood Guard behind him kept moving in unison.
Everyone is doing the same action.
Passing by with a flutter of sleeves, there is a sound!
Martial Ancestor and Blood Guard rolled their sleeves, gently lifted their robes in front of their legs, and knelt on one knee in front of Chu Yue.
For people from all over the world, this situation can be described as shocking.
Shock was written on every face.
Compared to Xiao Chongtian's wonderful battle, the truth about the dragon clan's sacrifice, Madam Tianhuang's righteous killing of relatives, and the current Martial Ancestor kneeling down, it is indescribably shocking!!
It's not just the warriors watching from the military plane.
You know, the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll is still there.
The Thousand Lines Divine Scrolls across the continent are still recording the scenes at the military aircraft.
The Thousand Lines Divine Scroll after the end of Little Chongtian, according to past practice, focuses on recording the glory of the dragon-slaying warriors.
Due to a strange combination of circumstances, warriors from all corners of the continent saw such a shocking scene.
The farthest place on the continent is in the chaotic realm of Shura.
The Truman forces are in darkness.
Zi Xieyun and his party, who had met Chu Yue by chance, had been waiting in front of the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll to watch the performance of the leader of the Tru Clan, Chu Tianba, at the Dragon Slaying Banquet.
When he saw Wu Zu kneeling, one of Trumen's top executives almost fell off his chair and rubbed his eyes: "Fuck his grandma's third grandpa, I'm not wrong, right? Wu Zu's
Such an arrogant person actually knelt down before our sect leader? Is he sick?"
Zi Xieyun glanced at him coldly, and he remained silent, as obedient as a toothless dog.
Zi Xieyun held the tea cup in his hand, slowly raised his eyes to look at the Qianxing Divine Scroll, and suddenly smiled.
Yu Weiyu in the military aircraft department almost collapsed.
Madam Tianhuang and Master Huanyue were immediately shocked.
Luo Tianlang swallowed hard: "Wu, Wu..." He stuttered for a long time, unable to say a few words.
Wu Zu knelt on the ground and looked up at Chu Yue.
The clear brilliance of the bright moon shines through the tips of the woman's hair.
It's as beautiful as ever.
Wu Zu took a deep breath.
No one knew what he was going to do.
But he knows.
He just stuck to his heart and lived up to his original intention.
It was just to welcome his palace master back.
Wu Zu burst into laughter and couldn't stop crying.
He raised his arms gracefully.
His hands were clasped into fists, and even the sound of wind around his fists seemed to have become stronger.
All the Blood Guards surrendered together.
Wuzu nodded and lowered his head and said loudly: "Wuzu respectfully welcomes the return of the temple master. May the master of my martial arts temple be immortal forever!"
The Blood Guards shouted in unison:
"We sincerely welcome the return of the palace master!"
"May the Lord of my Martial Temple be immortal for eternity!"
"May the Lord of my Martial Temple be immortal for eternity!"
"..."
That sound shook the Imperial City and the land of Beizhou, and also shocked thousands of warriors, who almost thought they were hearing hallucinations.
Wu...
Lord of the Martial Arts Temple?
Ye Chuyue?
At this moment, the entire continent was filled with deathly silence.