Chapter 2045 The game of mortal death, determined to break through
Outside the Shifang barrier, Zhu Tianpeng and Wuming landed.
Looking at the Shifang Barrier not far away, Wuming looked at Zhu Tianpeng in horror and said, "Who are you? The method you just used is the power of the laws of the Three Realms, right?"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Wuming.
He subconsciously saved Wuming just now, but he forgot about it.
Before Zhu Tianpeng could speak, Wuming seemed to have thought of something, and the surprise on his face disappeared, and he said thoughtfully, "I understand, no wonder Saint Junyu finally called you a name other than Emperor!"
"It turns out that he has known your true identity for a long time. The reason why you and him reached an agreement is because of this!"
"Emperor Canopy, your status in the Three Realms is not low!"
After listening to Wuming's words, Zhu Tianpeng's expression changed several times.
He didn't expect that the latter could determine his identity based on just a few points.
Sure enough, there is no idiot who can reach the level of Semi-Saint. Even if Wuming looks like a martial arts idiot, that is because there is no opponent worthy of using his brain.
After thinking this, Zhu Tianpeng looked at Wuming and said, "Yes, this emperor is indeed not a monk from the demon world. So, brother Wuming, what do you want?"
Hearing this, Wuming took a deep look at Zhu Tianpeng.
But I didn't expect the latter to admit it so quickly.
But soon, the expression on Wuming's face returned to its original state, he shrugged and said, "What can I do? No matter you are the Canopy Emperor or the Emperor, I only want a fight!"
"Also, even Holy Son Junyu dared to seek cooperation with you first. If he is to be held accountable, he will still be responsible for it. I am just the one who found out about it later."
"But one thing I have to remind you is that the power of law you just exerted is not disguised. Those half-saints are all old monsters who have lived for who knows how many years. I can see it, and they can naturally see it too!"
Hearing this, the corner of Zhu Tianpeng's mouth rose, and he looked towards the area where the semi-saints and pseudo-saints were. A cold light flashed in his eyes and said, "Do you think they can still go back?"
As soon as these words came out, Wuming's pupils shrank, as if he had thought of something, and when he looked at Zhu Tianpeng, a scene of horror rose in his eyes, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
After taking in all his reflections, the smile on Zhu Tianpeng's face did not diminish and he said: "Don't worry, you are the only one among these people who I don't dislike. At least your personality is to my liking. As long as you don't deal with it on your own."
This emperor, I will not take action against you!"
Hearing this, Wuming's expression changed three times one after another.
After looking at Zhu Tianpeng for a while, he put away his guarded look and said, "In that case, I hope I can live in peace with you."
After saying that, Wuming looked into the Shifang barrier and said, "What do you think is going on in that godless residence? Is the black ominous gas related to it or is it controlled by it?"
"The death of Holy Son Junyu was no accident. He couldn't even escape. This is enough to prove how terrifying that god's mansion is."
"Especially that black armored man, who is almost immortal under that black ominous aura. Do you have a way to kill him?"
After listening to Wuming's words, Zhu Tianpeng's expression became serious.
Whether it's the black armor or the unknown black gas, it's all because of the God's Mansion. In the final analysis, as long as the God's Mansion is killed, all this will be over.
But judging from the situation where Saint Junyu couldn't even fight back, it seemed that this matter was not that simple.
The God's Mansion is definitely not as harmless as it seems on the surface, and it is even possible that it is just an appearance that shows people. Although I don't know what happened in the blood mist before, but one thing can be said.
It is concluded that God's power is comparable to that of Demon Saint!
Although it is unknown whether his power is at the stage of a minor saint or a great saint, there is no doubt that he has reached the holy state.
Even Zhu Tianpeng suspected that the two demon saints who died in the Demon Lord Mountain Range probably died in the hands of the God Di, or that there was someone better than the God Di in the depths of the Demon Lord Mountain Range.
An even more terrifying existence forced him to commit himself to this inner area.
"Click——"
At this moment, a shattering sound was heard.
Immediately, Zhu Tianpeng and Wuming put away their thoughts and subconsciously listened.
In the next second, the expressions of the two changed dramatically.
I saw that the barrier in ten directions was shattered, and ten black and red iron chains penetrated the barrier, directly penetrating the minds of the ten semi-saints.
As the iron chains squirmed, the corpses of the ten Half-Saints, like Saint Junyu, began to be gradually pulled towards the blood mist.
At the same time, the black-armored iron-clad men rushed out of the Demon Lord's tea tree range, and without any hesitation launched an attack on the semi-saints and pseudo-saints outside the Shifang barrier.
For a moment, mana overflowed, and a black ominous aura filled the air. The black-armored iron-clad men mercilessly killed the pseudo-saints and semi-saints with a crushing attitude, becoming invincible for a moment!
The most important thing is that after killing the person, the black-armored iron suit did not ignore it. Instead, he kicked his body in the direction of the demon lord's tea tree, and his head was penetrated by iron chains and pulled into the blood.
In a foggy area.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Tianpeng's eyes flashed with light, and he said: "This emperor seems to understand a little bit!"
"Puppet! This iron suit is not resurrected from the dead, nor is it immortal, but he is a puppet himself, a puppet created by the god's mansion with unknown black energy."
"If this is the case, then the purpose of the blood mist to pull the bodies of Junyu and others into it is self-evident. He cannot leave the range of the Demon Lord Tea Tree, or there may be some restrictions, so he needs these
A puppet needs to break its own shackles."
After listening to Zhu Tianpeng's analysis, a look of horror rose on Wuming's face.
Seeing the black-armored and iron-coated men killing without restraint, my hands and feet couldn't help but feel cold at this moment.
If this is the case, then there is definitely a big conspiracy in the God's Mansion that we saw before. It is even possible that the latter deliberately suppressed the ominous aura and lured everyone in with the Demon Lord Tea that might allow people to break through to the Demon Saint realm.
Thinking of this, Wuming looked at Zhu Tianpeng and said, "Emperor, no, brother Tianpeng, what do you think we should do next?"
"If those puppets are really unscrupulous, then not only this plain will be unsafe, but even the entire Demon Lord Mountain Range will not be safe."
"As we have seen before, the ominous atmosphere is shrouded in the air, and those puppets are almost immortal. If we really continue to fight, it will not be of any benefit to us, and they may even be handed over here."
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Wuming and then said: "I have finished what I promised to Holy Son Junyu, and I have also received his reward. The realm of a semi-saint is too unsafe here. I must