The strongest bodyguard and pretty president

Sure enough, Chiba Temple was razed to the ground.

A dozen buildings around the area were also crumbling during the war.

The destructive power of such a war is naturally quite astonishing.

In a blink of an eye, most of the buildings were almost completely destroyed.

The corpses on the ground are also increasing, and the monks have already suffered more than half of their casualties.

The powerhouses of the ten directions are extremely brutal.

Cheng Xueyi's snow-white clothes were already stained red with blood, some belonged to her, and some belonged to others.

She regretted not bringing the chick, otherwise it could have helped.

Everyone retreated while fighting, and in a blink of an eye they had reached the edge of Siguo Cliff.

Here, there is no going back.

But the people from the world of ten directions pressed forward step by step, and soon surrounded this place.

Shen Tianlong turned his back on his master, his bloody eyes were wide open, even though there were [-] generals guarding him every step of the way, they still died.

Cheng Lao secretly sighed, is it true that our nine clans will be destroyed by heaven?
The situation is so critical, if Emperor Wu and the others fail to arrive in time, everyone may not be spared.

But Cheng Lao thought again, the power of the Holy Monarch is overwhelming, and no one can match the magical power of the nine heavens and ten earths, so what if they arrive?

What's more, there is still a demon, the four holy kings, and several rudder masters who did not show up.

Maybe they launched an attack elsewhere.

Faced with such an unfavorable environment, Mr. Cheng had no choice but to fight to the death.

On the other side of the main hall, three figures crawled out from the ruins, Master Wu'an and the two hurriedly supported the uncle.

The old monk was seriously injured and could not fight at all.

Even with his strength, he couldn't withstand the blow of Shengjun, it was too terrifying.

Standing in front of the ruins, Shengjun was looking at the three of them with a playful look.

More than a dozen monks ran over, "Master Abbot, Master Abbot!"

"Amitabha!"

Master Wu'an expressed grief and indignation, "Junior brother, take your uncle out quickly."

"No!"

Master Wuhui stepped forward and resolutely refused to let go, "You take Master Uncle to retreat, and I will come to the rear."

"Hmph! None of you can leave!"

Shengjun sneered contemptuously.

Master Wuhui roared, "Go!"

Regardless of the objections of Master Wu'an and the old monk, several monks set them up to retreat in a hurry.

Behind Qianye Temple is Siguo Cliff, and below Siguo Cliff is Wanzhang Cliff. Where do they retreat?
Shengjun obviously didn't care, his piercing eyes swept over Master Wuhui.

Suddenly, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Raising his hand and striking, the whole arm flashed over as if stretched,
Eagle claws enveloped Master Wuhui's head like an eagle, and Master Wuhui instinctively felt a strong suffocation.

Shengjun's majestic gaze became murderous, and he frowned.

bang——

A stream of dark red blood exploded, and Master Wuhui was instantly blasted by a powerful force.

Pieces of cassocks scattered, floating among the ruins.

"Master—"

Several disciples shouted in grief and indignation.

Shengjun swept it away and said——

Several monks were blown away, and their bodies were also blown to pieces when he raised his arm.

The strength of Shengjun has completely reached the point where it cannot be increased.

Master Wu'an and the others soon came to Siguoya, and there was no retreat ahead.

A large group of strong men from the ten directions rushed over and surrounded them.

"Hahaha—hahaha—"

The Great Protector suddenly felt a sense of humiliation. Seeing the members of the Nine Clans in a state of distress, they couldn't stop laughing.

Daoist Ling Feng and others are all majestic and proud.

Behind, ten guards came carrying the dragon chariot through the air.

Shengjun sat on the dragon chariot, looking at the people of the nine clans indifferently.

"Nine Donghua clans, that's all!"

"When I step through Emperor Wudi's holy realm, it will be the time when the nine clans will be destroyed!"

"I am the only one in the world of ancient martial arts!"

Shengjun stood up, raised his arms, and roared to the sky.

Cheng Lao said bitterly, "Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. Who will win? Even if I die in battle today, the spirit of Emperor Wu will never be wiped out by you!"

Shengjun snorted coldly, "Interesting, old man Cheng, old but not humble. It's a pity that the time is not good for your nine clans!"

Shengjun suddenly shouted loudly and waved his arms, "Then let me give you a ride!"

The magic power of nine heavens and ten earths was performed again, and the sky and earth changed instantly, and the wind and clouds surged.

In the darkness, endless powerful auras surged from all directions.

As if facing a big enemy, everyone was ready to fight to the death.

Shengjun gathers his strength and strikes hard with his iron fist.

Hard to the ground.

boom -

In an instant, the ground trembled, and the whole Siguo Cliff trembled.

The ground cracked and rocks rolled.

Where the iron fist struck, countless cracks rapidly expanded, extending deep into the earth.

Waves of incomparably majestic and monstrous waves swept away all the powerful people in the ten directions.

Cracks the size of arms appeared in front of the cliff.

"Not good! It's about to collapse!"

With someone yelling in horror, boom——

The entire edge of the cliff collapsed, and the people of the nine clans standing on the edge of the cliff fell into the abyss one after another.

what--

what--

……

The rocks rolled in the air, and the entire cliff collapsed completely.

The shocking blow once again shocked everyone deeply.

Rao is the great protector, a strong man like Yumian Kuangmo was also shocked in his heart for a long time.

The holy king is against the sky.

After retreating, it really is a natural enemy.

Nine Heavens and Ten Earths magical skills, mighty and powerful!
everything!
It seems the dust has settled.

If the Chiba Temple is as big as it is, there is not a complete building left.

There was a ruined wall in front of me, and there was still smoke.

The main hall, the Sutra Pavilion, and even the bell were split in half.

On the ground, countless corpses filled the night sky with a bloody smell.

Shengjun stood on the ruins with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.

The invincible silence between his brows made it impossible for everyone to guess his thoughts.

"Shengjun, do you want to send people to search under the cliff, they must still be alive."

Shengjun glanced at the Great Protector lightly, "What are you afraid of, those who are dying?"

"Leave them a sigh of relief, let them see with their own eyes the shattering of the myth of Emperor Wu."

The Great Protector nodded again and again, "Yes! The Holy Monarch is wise!"

The various sects and the Three Thousand Golden Armors bowed down one after another, "The holy king comes in person, and I am the only one who is the only one to respect, and the martial arts will rule the world forever."

The Lord took a few steps with his hands behind his back, looking at the looming wheel of understanding in the sky,
"How much life is there when you sing about wine? For example, the morning dew has a lot of bitterness in the past.

Generosity should be generous, and worries and thoughts are unforgettable.How to relieve worries, only Du Kang.

Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.But for the sake of the king, I have been pondering it so far.

Yo-yo Luming, the apple of the wild food.I have guests, harp blowing Sheng.

It's like a moon, when can I stop.Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.

The more you pass through the mountains, the uselessness exists.Qikuo talks about banquet, thinking about old grace.

The moon is scarce, and the black magpie flies south.Three turns around the tree, where is the branch to rely on?

The mountains never get too high, and the sea never gets too deep.The Duke of Zhou vomits and feeds, and the world returns to its heart. "

"Cao Mengde is indeed a hero of the generation, Wen Chengwu De, who can match?"

Everyone was stunned, "The Holy King is naturally more wise than Cao Mengde. When the Holy King breaks through the holy realm of Emperor Wu, the Holy King will be the No. 1 ancient martial arts in the world!"

"May I ask, who can match the world for more than [-] years?"

Shengjun glanced at them indifferently, and said in a loud voice, "Even if there are thousands of miles in the world, what is the meaning of life if there is no beautiful woman to accompany you?"

Daoist Ling Feng was startled, and quickly flattered him, "Sage King, looking at the world, only Chen Qianjiao's mother and daughter are worthy of the Holy King."

"I heard that Chen Qianjiao was the most beautiful woman in the world 20 years ago. After more than 20 years, she is still like a 30-year-old charming young woman. She is so beautiful that no one can match her."

"Her eldest daughter is also a beautiful woman, a beauty of a generation!"

Snapped!
Just as Ling Fengdao finished his long speech, he was slapped severely on the face.