Eight hundred and twentieth chapters eat mercury hook
"There's going to be a war."
"With whom?"
"They must be foreigners. I heard they are barbarians from outside."
"Mr. Shanhai is the first person in charge of the empire's plan to move south."
"Is it Mr. Shanhai? The empire chose him as marshal?"
"Although Mr. Fen Tiangong is also very powerful, he is too radical. In terms of plan and strategic policy, Mr. Shanhai seems to be more reasonable."
"Okay, I've decided!"
When he was young, he resolutely chose to follow that man: "I want to serve as a soldier under Mr. Shanhai!"
"Hey, it's a war. If you're not careful, someone will die, right? And we are just ordinary Shanhai people. There is no comparison with the big shots in the court. Will Mr. Shanhai really want us?"
“I will definitely want it!”
The young Shanhai tribe thought of that lingering figure: "Mountains and seas bear their weight, and if they are measured equally, the mountains and seas are looked at upside down."
"Oh, don't be stupid. Such a big shot has probably forgotten you a long time ago."
Yes, how could such a big man remember a small Shanhai clan?
But even so, he still chose to join the army without hesitation, and then followed the overwhelming figure, just to one day be able to contribute to that person's dream.
"Tick tock, tick tock..."
The old panda was half kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, but as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a rapid cough: "Have the internal organs been chopped into pieces?"
The second knife passed!
Although he didn't die, half of his life was gone.
"I'm really old."
The old panda held his chest, and the second knife passed through it, almost cutting off half of his lungs. If the spirit beast's vitality was not strong enough, the old panda would probably have died with just this one blow.
"Old man!"
"Where are you looking?"
Nuo Qiurou wanted to help the old panda, but Fairy Lu Jing was not an easy opponent to deal with. She blocked Nuo Qiurou's retreat with a long knife, and then used another knife to meet Bai Chuchan.
It was still one against two, but as the battle continued, Fairy Green Jing seemed to be getting used to this pressure.
Just like now, she was able to fight back against the two women and block Nuo Qiurou's retreat at the moment she was distracted.
"What a pity."
The old panda looked at Di Moji: 'Although she is still very immature, she is definitely a very talented girl. If someone can guide her well and follow the right path, it is not impossible to surpass Brother Guandi in the future.'
"What did you say, old man? Are you planning to beg for mercy?"
"I'm telling you, you are a very talented young man. Is Brother Guandi your ancestor?"
"I don't know who you are talking about," Di Moji's hand holding Guan Gong's sword suddenly trembled, her eyes changed slightly, as if she wanted to think of something, but couldn't: "I have no parents, I was raised by birth."
"Born to raise?"
The old panda noticed this key word, and he looked at Emperor Moji in surprise: "Impossible, your three swords obviously have traces of inheritance. You have been taught by someone to reach this level."
If it is naturally raised, then where does this sword technique come from?
"My, my sword skills..."
Di Moji also showed a puzzled expression, yes, if she was born and raised, then why did she know this sword technique, and how did she know that this sword technique is called the Three Swords Canonization?
Where did I learn this sword technique? Why, I have no impression?
'Third sister, your talent is higher than that of my brother. Maybe you can recreate my father's three swords and canonize me as a saint.'
'Ping'er, please remember, the canonization of the Three Swords does not depend on the skill of the sword, but on the Dao. Killing the enemy with the Dao, not with the sword.'
What are these?!!
Di Mo Ji pressed her head, her head hurt, and because of this sudden change, the third sword that had concentrated her killing methods to the extreme collapsed suddenly at this moment.
The old panda also noticed this scene. He was not grateful that he survived by chance, but was very worried about Di Mo Ji.
This girl's three-knife canonization was so orthodox, she was definitely the descendant of the old man Guandi he knew.
Maybe it's a granddaughter, or maybe it's a daughter.
But no matter what, it must be directly related to him.
"Xiang Wushi, you are lucky to have such luck before your death."
The Heavenly Demon King saw that the Emperor Demon Ji was in confusion. Obviously, this should be what she lost when she accepted the flesh and blood of Burning Heaven Palace, and it was also the firm heart that allowed her to persevere and not be swallowed up by the violent power.
"Have you brainwashed this girl?"
"The empire prohibits people from changing their will at will. Even if they are great, they have no right to do so!"
"Cough cough cough."
Out of anger, the old panda pulled the wound, covered his mouth and coughed violently for a while. Regardless of the blood on his hands, he glared at the Demon King: "After treating Zhongliang like this, if Mr. Fen Tiangong is reincarnated, he will definitely cut you into pieces."
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"So Fentian Palace is also dead."
The Demon King said without any scruples: "Those three great figures have all left. Now the world is ruled by great men. Can't you understand such an obvious thing?"
"And in the Greatness, do you know how many people support us?!"
"you......"
Xiang Wushi wanted to beat the Heavenly Demon King, but this guy also knew that he was stabbed twice by Emperor Demon Ji and his breath was unstable. Even if he could be beaten to death, he probably wouldn't be able to catch up with him: "Killing Zhongliang, China has
It’s the scourge like you that has led to what it is now.”
"China doesn't need you to teach me, Xiang Wushi."
The Demon King said disdainfully: "You were just a pawn under Shanhai!"
"One Hundred and Eighth Taoist General? Humph, he has a great reputation, but who else is alive today?" The Demon King opened his hands and sneered at the so-called loyal and good people back then: "Even if they are still alive, who else is there except you?
Are you willing to come to this Buddhist city and make enemies of the greats?!"
"Yinian Zen Master!"
"You are too shameless."
"Um?"
Suddenly, accompanied by a powerful voice, a huge shadow enveloped the Heavenly Demon King and the Emperor Demon Girl. At this moment, because of the sense of crisis, the Emperor Demon Girl recovered from the pain, and then hurriedly escaped with the Heavenly Demon King.
Shadow range.
"Boom!!!"
A huge ferocious beast fell from the sky. It was a ferocious beast named 'Harlequin'. It looked like a clown fish, but it was extremely huge.
They saw it rushing towards the Demon King and Di Moji crazily. They didn't understand why their ferocious beast would suddenly attack them. At this moment, the Demon King noticed a small silver hook in front of the clown fish.
"Eating mercury hook?"
The Demon King quickly looked at the fishing line connected to the silver hook, and saw on the sloping tower in the distance, a frog wearing monk clothes and a huge bamboo hat hanging on his back, holding a fishing rod, as if fishing, far away
Controlling this fish-shaped ferocious beast from a distance: "It turns out it's you, the old frog fairy from Da Zechi..."