The Holy Ancestor Zhenwu flew over the Hehuan Kingdom with a dark face!
He closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and then a powerful divine consciousness suddenly spread out in all directions with him as the center, spreading infinitely! !
Soon, countless creatures in white clothes flashed through his mind like slides!
This is not it, that is not it, none of them.
No, no, and still no!
hateful!
When this divine thought reached a certain distance, the True Martial Saint could no longer spread it. He then reluctantly withdrew his divine thought, opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "Apocalypse Ant, you're lucky today. From now on, no matter how you hide, it will be useless."
"Even if I have to turn the entire Qiankun Ancient World upside down, I will still find you!"
After saying this, Saint Zhenwu cast one last cold glance at the Hehuan Kingdom, then disappeared into the sky with a sneer.
Zhenwu is imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace.
After the Saint Ancestor Zhenwu came back, the first thing he did was to summon all the senior officials of the Zhenwu Prison Heaven Palace!
"Greetings to the Palace Master!"
Hundreds of high-ranking officials bowed down in a mighty manner and shouted respectfully.
The True Martial Saint stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, his face icy cold. He glanced at everyone and said indifferently, "Let's not waste any more time on small talk. Let's get down to business today!"
The high-ranking officials were shocked upon hearing this. They could sense that the True Martial Saint was angry. What on earth had happened?
"Look up, everyone! Watch carefully! I will find this man in white no matter what method you use!"
After the Saint Ancestor Zhenwu finished speaking coldly, he put his left hand behind his back and waved his right hand in the air in front of him.
Soon, a shadow appeared in the void in front of him.
After a moment, all the senior leaders were stunned, and the face of the Saint Zhenwu was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.
Based on the memory in his mind, he wanted to use Dao Yuan to copy Lu Nanzhuo's appearance.
But no matter how he waved, the blurry shadow in front of him could not reveal Lu Nanzhuo's appearance. A blurry shadow was always a blurry shadow!
Finally, under the inexplicable gazes of the senior leaders, the Saint Ancestor Zhenwu gave up with a slightly blushing face.
"Forget it. I think it's more intuitive to draw it."
The Saint Ancestor Zhenwu said expressionlessly.
The high-ranking officials exchanged obscure glances and quickly shouted, "Palace Master, you are wise!"
Upon seeing this, the Saint Ancestor Zhenwu's face darkened and he shouted, "Why don't you bring some paper and pen?!"
The high-ranking officials shuddered. An elder hurried over and handed over a pen and paper: "Palace Master."
The Saint Ancestor Zhenwu took it with a serious face, fixed the paper in the air, and started writing quickly!
In the blink of an eye, a white dress appeared on the paper, vivid and lifelike!
Done!
The Holy Ancestor Zhenwu threw the brush behind him casually. He looked at the white clothes in the painting, but he felt unhappy.
Damn, I made the ant look ugly on purpose, but it's still so handsome.
Zhenwu Saint Ancestor pushed the painting towards the higher-ups with disgust and said calmly, "There's no time to lose, go!"
"Yes, yes, yes." The senior executives hurriedly took it carefully, then quickly retreated, not daring to stay here any longer.
Until all the senior leaders have left,
Only then did the eyes of the True Martial Saint begin to flicker crazily! !
This Apocalypse Ant seems to be a little unusual!!
The eyes of the Zhenwu Saint Patriarch flashed, and he suddenly disappeared from the spot!
He was going to tell the Spear Saint and Daotian Saint that the Apocalypse Ant had appeared.
"Sir, our Burial God Cult is almost here."
Zang Leiyang's long pink hair was flying as she trotted to Lu Nanzhuo's side and spoke respectfully.
Lu Nanzhuo nodded slightly when he heard this, then looked up.
Even he was slightly surprised. This Burial God Cult was indeed unique. In addition to the hair color, clothing and behavior style, even the church was located in such a place.
A cave behind several huge waterfalls.
Extremely hidden.
Duotian and Aotian were puzzled. Apart from a few waterfalls, there was no one living here. Where were the sect buildings?
Could it be that these people have given up and are just playing tricks on others?
Duotian frowned, his mind spread out, after a moment his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in his heart, what a guy!
God Burial Cult.
"Master, something terrible has happened! The disciples on duty saw the Great Elder leading a few strangers towards our Burial God Sect!"
An elder rushed into the hall like a madman and yelled.
Leng Shao's heart trembled when he heard this. It must be that master without a doubt! Zang Lei, that bastard, was brought back after all. Fortunately, he had made two preparations!
Then he suddenly stood up from his seat and shouted in a sharp voice, "Quick! Have all the elders take their positions. As soon as that lord enters our Burial God Sect, we will quickly begin the welcoming ceremony we have prepared!!"
"Yes." The elder took the order and ran out quickly. This was related to his future life safety. He dared not be careless.
Leng Shao frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his red hair that was covering his eyes and disappeared in the hall.
at the same time,
Lu Nanzhuo and others have arrived in front of the waterfall.
Zang Lei glanced at the roaring waterfall, feeling somewhat worried. He wondered if the leader had organized a welcoming ceremony. He turned to look at Lu Nanzhuo, bowed, and said, "Sir, Zang Lei will lead the way."
“Wait a minute!!!”
Suddenly, with a hurried shout, Leng Shao appeared in the middle of the scene. He quickly blocked Zang Lei's movements with his hands, then quickly bowed to Lu Nanzhuo and said, "Sir, Leng Shao will clear the way for you!"
"Master!" Everyone in the Burial Gods Sect was delighted and hurriedly greeted him.
Leng Shao was too lazy to pay attention to them at the moment, but looked at the man in white respectfully. He knew at a glance that this man in white with an extraordinary temperament must be the master!
The middle-aged man in black shirt looks a bit wretched, and the young man in green robe looks a bit immature, so it must be the extraordinary man in white.
Lu Nanzhuo didn't say anything, but just looked at Leng Shao's red hair covering his eyes and nodded slightly.
Leng Shao heaved a sigh of relief. He had originally thought that the man in white was not a good person, but now he felt that the man in white was quite kind.
Leng Shao had no time to think about it. After glancing at the people from the Burial God Sect who had returned, he suddenly turned around!
"open!!"
Leng Shao's face was serious as he shouted in a deep voice. Dao Yuan surged from his body towards the huge waterfall.
The huge waterfall was violently split by this Dao Yuan, and a big hole appeared in everyone's sight.
"Sir, please!" Leng Shao turned around quickly and said respectfully with his head bowed.
Lu Nanzhuo glanced at him, then his straight body slowly rose into the air, with his hands behind his back, floating towards the big hole like a banished immortal.
Everyone quickly flew over to catch up.
As Duotian soared into the air, he glanced deeply at Leng Shao.
He felt the surge of Dao Yuan that this person had just emitted.
Just like he is now, he is also at the peak of Daoyang Realm!
The leader of the Burial God Cult is not simple.
When he was still in the Qiankun Ancient Realm, he had never heard of how powerful the leader of the Burial God Cult was.
It was hidden quite deeply, but today I finally opened my eyes.
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