Lu Nanzhuo's words,
Instantly cut off the unrealistic fantasies in the hearts of the three Zhenwu Saints.
The three men had gray and withered eyes. They did not roar as imagined, nor did they fight for their lives as imagined. After all, their strength was so different that how could they fight for their lives?
Just bring shame upon yourself
The three Zhenwu Saints bowed their foreheads to the ground and respectfully prayed in unison:
"Please, sir, please spare my Zhenwu Prison Heaven Palace (Baqiang Holy Temple) (Daotianmen)."
Lu Nanzhuo's eyes flickered slightly, he slowly straightened up, and said softly: "At this moment of death, there is a bit of a look."
Then he turned his back and continued, "Since that's the case, I will give you a dignified death. Die on your own."
Lu Nanzhuo thought that they still had some sense of responsibility when they were dying.
He did not hand over the True Martial Saint to Duotian for handling.
The three Zhenwu Saints froze in their expressions, raised their heads and looked at the world with longing eyes.
Then blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Slowly close your eyes,
He died by severing his heart meridians.
Everyone looked at the three Zhenwu Saints who were kneeling and bowing their heads in trembling. It was obvious that the three of them were dead.
Three more saints died
As a holy ancestor, how desperate must he be to choose to commit suicide!
After all, they are facing the White-Cloaked Man, whom even the Heavenly Dao has to retreat from!
Lu Nanzhuo's dark eyes swept over the people kneeling in the square, and then he said softly, "I'm sorry to have delayed you for a while, please continue with the International Conference."
When everyone in the square heard this, they were startled.
"No, no, no, no, sir, what are you talking about? The International Conference is nothing. Your business is of course the most important."
A holy ancestor knelt on the ground and said.
"Yes, yes, sir, you have kept me waiting!"
The Saints spoke in panic, like frightened birds.
Seeing this, Lu Nanzhuo said no more and walked out of the arena with his hands behind his back.
Duotian Aotian, Zangshenjiao and others hurriedly followed.
The Burial Gods Sect no longer accepts disciples at this time.
Leng Shao was very frightened. What kind of disciple would he accept? He had to serve this big boss first.
Originally, he thought this guy was the legendary God Realm
As a result, the legendary God-level realm was turned into powder in seconds by this big guy with just one punch. Damn!
Even the Heavenly Dao was frightened into becoming a son
What is the concept?
Leng Shao didn't dare to think too much.
After the white robe disappeared,
The people in the square were still nervous and panicky, and they were still kneeling and dared not stand up.
"Hey, all of you get up, that adult has already left this place."
The Saint Ancestors exhaled a breath, stood up tremblingly, and one of them took a step forward and shouted softly.
Guangchang Wan Guo then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stood up one after another with a sigh.
King Piaoxue looked at the direction where the man in white disappeared, feeling dazed and horrified.
I remember when this gentleman came to his snowy country,
At that time, he thought that this gentleman was barely worthy of Snow Princess.
Ridiculous, so ridiculous.
He is so blind!
He knew in his heart that after today, when the news spread, the entire Qiankun Ancient World would be shaken!
Moreover, this International Conference will surely go down in history.
Nothing else,
Just because of this International Conference,
A mysterious and ridiculously strong young man in white appeared.
he.
One punch can defeat a god in seconds, one word can scare the heaven!
"Calling all nations to prepare, the International Conference will begin immediately. This International Conference will be held in the Canglan Secret Realm."
"As for the specific rules, we'll talk about it later."
A Saint Ancestor looked at the frightened Wan Guo below and spoke in a serious voice.
"yes!"
People from all over the square responded in unison.
Everyone was dejected. After witnessing the shocking power of the young man in white, they no longer had any interest in participating in this international conference.
What’s the point of practicing hard?
So what about Daoyang Realm?
So what if he is in the Saint Ancestor realm?
So what if he even reached the Godly Realm? !
After all, it's just a punch from someone else.
After this incident, it can be said that
Their faith in the Tao collapsed.
Lu Nanzhuo walked leisurely in front with his hands behind his back. What happened just now was just a small episode to him and not worth mentioning.
Duotian, Aotian and the members of the Zangshen Sect were hanging far behind, looking at the figure in white with reverence, not daring to go up and disturb him.
They still have lingering fears.
Duotian and Aotian looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh. They could understand the meaning in each other's eyes.
Young Master is too strong, really too strong!
Without an upper limit, it is a bottomless pit.
When you feel like you have seen the whole picture, it turns out to be just the tip of the iceberg.
Lu Nanzhuo suddenly stopped!
Everyone was suddenly startled and hurried forward to ask Lu Nanzhuo what he wanted to do.
"Ao Tian, you two should follow me to the Burial God Sect first."
Lu Nanzhuo looked up at the sky and whispered something, then disappeared in front of everyone.
"You guys should go back first. The young master comes and goes without a trace, and he's unpredictable."
Duotian touched his chin and said thoughtfully.
"Uh, Senior Duotian, from what you said, you won't go back?" Ao Tian asked in surprise.
"Hey, Xiaotian, I suddenly remembered that something was left in Hehuan Country. I have to go there first."
Duotian looked at Aotian and said solemnly.
So that's how it is.
Ao Tian had no doubts, so he nodded seriously and said, "Then Senior Duotian, please go and come back quickly."
"Yeah." Duotian's expression was serious, but he laughed secretly in his heart.
Then he looked at Leng Shao and chuckled, "Master Leng, I'll trouble you for a moment. My son and I will go to the Burial God Sect soon."
"Of course I should!" Leng Shao shook his red hair that was covering his eyes and bowed hurriedly.
"hehe."
Duotian smiled kindly at him, then turned into black mist and dissipated!
"Sir, please come back with us to the Burial God Cult."
Leng Shao spoke to Ao Tian in a slightly respectful tone.
What the hell, sir?!
The word "Sir" scared Ao Tian!
Almost jumped up!
"I'm not worthy of it. Master Leng, you're too kind. I'm nothing like Ao Tian. I'm very weak." Ao Tian blushed and waved his hands quickly.
"No, sir, you are too modest." The pink-haired Zanglei beside him smiled awkwardly.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the Burial God Sect nodded in awe.
The aura that Ao Tian showed on the surface was too weak.
They don’t believe that this is Ao Tian’s true strength!
Although they had never seen Ao Tian take action,
But even with just a thought, you can tell he's very strong! !
At least it's stronger than the Godly Realm!!
This is beyond doubt!
After all, he is a follower of the White-robed Master.
There must be something in there!!
Ao Tian's face was filled with embarrassment at the moment. He looked at the members of the Burial God Sect with expressions of fascination and awe. He felt extremely ashamed, but was too lazy to explain.
No matter how I explained it, they wouldn't listen.
Alas, it's just that I'm taking advantage of the young master again.
If Lu Nanzhuo and Duotian were not here at the moment, Ao Tian would have felt very insecure. He really wanted to yell at them:
Don't look at me as someone who follows the Young Master, but I'm really weak! Seriously! I'm not lying to you! Please believe me!
Any one of you could crush me to death with one hand!!
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