Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

Zhang Tianjian frowned slightly when he heard the words.

He turned to look at Zhang Heng who was beside him.

"Is the source ready?"

Hiding in the darkness, Zhang Heng could only vaguely see his ambiguous face. Hearing the words, he just nodded and said in a cold voice, "Exactly."

Then he didn't say much.

For Zhang Heng, Zhang Tianjian undoubtedly trusted him.

Therefore, after Zhang Heng said so, he had no other doubts.

"What's the grudge between them?"

Zhang Hengdao: "It will take some time to find out more details."

Zhang Tianjian sighed.

Then he looked out sadly.

"It seems that these things are not our intervention."

"Hall Master, the villain suddenly thought of whether it is possible to ask Chen Tai'a for help and go say hello to Shenyu. Presumably, even Shenyu must give Chen Tai's face and will not openly violate his will."

Zhang Hengdao.

Zhang Tianjian's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head, "It's not realistic for a strong man of that level to speak for us."

"You can find someone to intercede." Zhang Heng looked at Zhang Tianjian and said.

"Zhou Mu."

The two looked at each other and said almost in unison.

If the purpose of Chen Tai's trip was Zhou Mu, then finding Zhou Mu must be a good way.

Reading this, Zhang Tianjian couldn't help feeling a little excited.

A few days ago, he went to God's Domain in person, but he didn't even see the face of the king of the domain. He just sent a servant to pass the word that it was non-negotiable.

Then for the past few days, he stayed up all night.

But the appearance of Chen Tai'a seemed to bring a ray of hope to his dark world.

……

Cangyu Holy Land
"What! The Great Elder really fell?"

Inside the ancestral hall, a man in a blue robe was looking at the boy kneeling on the ground with an angry face, and said fiercely.

The boy shivered from the overwhelming pressure.

He didn't dare to raise his head, but just lowered his head and said: "The villain dare not lie to deceive the ancestors, the soul lamp enshrined has gone out."

The manly eyes of the blue robe are scarlet.

Angry to the extreme, he raised his head to the sky and screamed a few times, and immediately walked out with a gloomy face.

When we arrived at the worship hall, all the elders were already waiting there.

"Ancestor."

Seeing Yang Zhifeng, all the elders greeted him one after another, as if they had a backbone, and the flustered expressions gradually disappeared from their faces.

"Old ancestor, you have to find a way."

"The old man knows, but did that guy fall? It's so unseemly to be so flustered. Tell others to laugh."

Yang Zhifeng said coldly.

In front of the elders, this air must be upright, so that outsiders cannot see his panic.

Yang Zhifeng, the ancestor of Cangyu Holy Land.

There is a so-called Holy Master in Cangyu Holy Land, but the cultivation of the Holy Master is only a half-step saint's cultivation level, and he can't support the affairs of Cangyu Holy Land. When he was in charge, the hearts of Cangyu Holy Land were scattered, almost Disintegrate from within.

In desperation, the ancestor Yang Zhifeng had no choice but to go out of the mountain and take up the heavy responsibility again.

Of course, this also emptied the Holy Lord Yang Qiu to some extent.

"Oh, old ancestor, don't you know? There is an extra force in the Huangtian Territory out of thin air. What is it called? Wentianlou. It is said that the remnants of the Holy Sect asked them to help. Destroy the Cangyu Holy Land."

Someone stood up and said.

"absurd."

Yang Zhifeng frowned, "I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, but if you dare to say such big words, you won't be afraid that the wind will flash your tongue."

"It doesn't matter, it's just what we should do with it."

The person who spoke earlier said bitterly.

"You have been an elder for so many years for nothing?" Yang Zhifeng laughed back angrily, "Could it be that now, the dignity of my Cangyu Holy Land can be trampled by anything?"

"The villain understands." Yang Hao nodded and said with cupped hands.

Obviously, that is to teach that rampant and arrogant force a lesson.

"Old ancestor, what about Yang Yunjie's funeral..."

Yang Yunjie's death is a bit strange.

No matter what, everyone did not believe that Yang Yunjie's death was related to the Wentianlou that suddenly appeared.

After all, if one saint is to fall, at least three saints must be mobilized.

Just like how they killed the suzerain of the Tianshengzong, in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, five saints were dispatched.

This is their background as a veteran force.

They didn't believe that a force that had just emerged would have such capabilities.

"Excellent as usual."

Yang Zhifeng's eyes swept over the group of elders, and his brows frowned even deeper.

"Where is the Holy Master? At this moment, where did the Holy Master die?"

He almost growled.

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads.

"You said."

Yang Zhifeng pointed to the person in front of him and said.

That person was the one who had been talking before.

This person's name is Yang Hao, the elder of Cangyu Holy Land.

Yang Hao saw that Yang Zhifeng named him by name, so he had no choice but to raise his head, and said bravely, "Holy Master...Holy Master is..."

"If you don't talk, you won't have to talk in this life."

Yang Zhifeng said with a gloomy face.

In fact, he has almost guessed it now.

Xu Shi couldn't bear the pressure, so Yang Hao knelt down on the ground with a plop, his head hit the ground heavily, and blood came out from his forehead just once.

When everyone saw it, their hearts froze.

I saw that Yang Hao's voice trembled a little, "Holy Master...Holy Master is in Tianfeng Pavilion..."

He stuttered, unable to say the next few words no matter what.

"He went to see his old friend again?"

Yang Zhifeng made a sound.

With a mournful face, Yang Hao raised his head and looked at Yang Zhifeng, "Old Ancestor, I can't persuade you. The Holy Master insists on going, and we have nothing to do."

Yang Zhifeng flicked his sleeves and walked out with a cold face.

……

"How are things going?"

Inside Wentian Building, Zhou Mu looked at Fang Yun who was standing aside, and said.

Fang Yun heard the words, and said with a blank face: "The day is too arrogant, the defense is tight, and we can only wait until night, when they relax their vigilance."

Zhou Mu nodded, "That's good too, with less casualties, by the way, if you face Mrs. Chen, do you have a chance of winning?"

"none."

This answer is simple and clear.

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he fell silent, and ignored Zhou Mu's words.

As if losing contact, he just stood there in a daze.

At this moment, Zhou Mu couldn't tell what it was like.

He didn't know whether the establishment of the assassination organization of the Black Ice Platform was a risky move. Ten days was too short to take any effective measures.

Fortunately, there is still good news, that is, Lu Shan, who is also a traverser, is on his side.

Could it be that two aliens with golden fingers can't play with the natives of this world?
If so, is it still called a fantasy novel?

Thinking of this, Zhou Mu grinned.