God level Bull Demon King

Chapter 83

Tang Meng was cautious and careful every step in the secret realm of Shuifu, while the Tiandao Pavilion was already a mess.

"What, you say it again?"

Lang Qianshu, the master of Zhantang, ruthlessly tore at the chest of a disciple of Mingtang, and it was this disciple who brought news of the death of his capable subordinate, Zhantang Zhou Yang.

"Master Lang, that's what happened. This is Team Leader Zhou's nameplate!"

Mingtang disciples were used to seeing the impermanence of life and death, and the sullenness of those sect leaders, so they just handed out Zhou Yang's nameplate lightly, and saved themselves from danger.

Lang Qianshu's snow-white beard trembled, he grabbed the nameplate, and cast a spell on the nameplate. Immediately, a light curtain lit up in the hall, and a blood-colored war halberd waved a blood shadow. Immediately, blood spattered , The light curtain disappears.

"Long San'er!"

Lang Qianshu said with hatred every word, as the master of the war hall who is in charge of killing, he is naturally familiar with the monster races with a radius of thousands of miles, and that war halberd is not the famous weapon of the third prince Long ——Dragon Blood Painting Halberd.

At some point, the disciples of the Ming Hall had already retreated. In the hall, Lang Qianshu faced forward with his back, a line of old tears rolled down his cheeks, and murmured:

"Yang'er, are you still unable to let go in the end?"

For a moment, the scene from many years ago floated in front of his eyes. A middle-aged man cheerfully watched two children, a man and a woman, perform martial arts in the next hall, showing a gratified smile from time to time.

After a long time, Lang Qianshu wiped away the tears on his face with his hand, and said with a wry smile: "Perhaps, death is also a relief for Yang'er!"

After the words fell, his face turned gloomy as iron, and he shouted in a cold voice:

"Zhantang disciples, assemble!"

The sonorous words spread throughout the battle hall, and for a moment, the lights flew down and the sword lights criss-crossed. In less than ten breaths, three hundred disciples of the battle hall had all stood on the square in front of the martial arts hall.

Lang Qianshu took a deep breath, and walked out of the hall slowly. He felt as if there was a mighty force under his feet, and he held a long golden knife horizontally in his left hand. Standing under the scorching sun, he said angrily:
"Today, there is a monster clan killing my Zhantang disciple, can you bear it?"

"No, no!"

In an instant, the blood of the three hundred disciples in the battle hall was boiling, and they all shouted. One of the white-clothed men pulled out a long sword from his waist, smashed his hair bun with one sword, and said angrily:
"Master, give the order!"

Immediately, all the Zhantang disciples shouted in response:

"Yes! Hall Master, let us flatten Mingyue Lake and avenge our elder brother!"

"We want revenge..."

With a bang, Lang Qianshu plunged the long knife in his hand into his feet, and said loudly:
"Okay, the old man is going to tell the suzerain, Zhantang disciple, I would rather die than surrender!"

"Lang Fan, you count the number of people, distribute talismans and pills, and the rest of the disciples, each take their magic weapons and weapons, and wait for the old man's battle order!"

With an order, all the disciples in the battle hall rushed to the sky, and the man in white even nodded in response:
"Yes, Master!"

……

On the shore of the East China Sea, in the Dragon Palace, the Third Prince Long was naked and covered in signs of whiplash, but he still knelt down on the ground and said loudly:
"Father, my son refuses to accept!"

On the dragon chair, sat a middle-aged man in black clothes with a blue dragon horn on his head. He slowly opened his closed eyes and said lightly:
"Say, why don't you accept it?"

Third Prince Long stubbornly raised his head and said loudly:

"The human race attacked Mingyue Lake, and my minister killed Zhou Yang, there is nothing wrong with that!"

The Qing Jiao King snorted coldly, and calmly ordered:

"Another thirty lashes!"

In an instant, a shadow of a whip flew from nowhere, and directly hit Third Prince Long on the back. With a bang, blood splashed and dragon scales danced, directly hitting Third Prince Long back to his original shape.

For a moment, a ten-meter-long dragon crawled silently on the ground with its teeth clenched, while those pair of icy dragon eyes were still watching the green dragon king on the throne.

After a long time, the whip shadow disappeared, and the Green Dragon King closed his eyes and said coldly:
"San'er, there is nothing wrong with you killing the human race. However, you should not kill the human monks at this time, especially the disciples of the Tiandao Pavilion."

Speaking of this, King Qingjiao's voice became extremely indifferent, and said angrily:
"Do you know that Zhou Yang is the eldest disciple of Zhantang Lang Qianshu. His third disciple was raped and killed by San Yaotianxie before, and now his eldest disciple was killed by you again. Do you think Lang Qianshu is Can't you be dead?"

"what--"

Third Prince Long raised his head in astonishment, he was speechless, and even felt at a loss.

King Qingjiao knew something was wrong, so he said coldly:
"Say, what else is hiding from me?"

Third Prince Long didn't dare to refute, and said in a low voice:

"That Tianxie, who defected to me ten years ago, was appointed by me as the commander-in-chief of the Mingyue Lake Army..."

"Bullshit!"

King Qingjiao stood up and shouted furiously. Obviously, this reason alone is enough to explain why Zhou Yang insisted on going to Mingyue Lake desperately, even at the cost of his life.

"Instruction, Long San violated the ban, left his post without permission, and was incorporated into the Qianlang Camp!"

After a long time, King Qingjiao, who calmed down his anger, sat down slowly and issued the first order, but he demoted the beloved third prince directly to Qianlangying, known as cannon fodder.

Third Prince Long raised his head in astonishment, looked at his father in disbelief, panicked in his heart, but dared not say a single rebuttal.

Only now did he recall the sentence Prime Minister Gui has always emphasized:

"Prince, we can't leave here even if we die!"

Seeing the Third Prince Long being taken down by the Tiger Shark Guards, Qing Jiao King just closed his eyes and said calmly:

"Alright, that old hag should come out too, hmph, I'm just bored! At that time, I will be able to prove whether the ancient dragon palace she said is true or not!"

Then, King Qingjiao said lightly:

"Decree, Dragon Palace prepares for war, clean up the human race!"

In his eyes, the human race is just a pile of garbage, which he usually ignores, and when he disposes of it, he just cleans it up.

Of course, the proud Qing Jiao King would never know that when he gave the order, more than a dozen flying magic weapons also flew out of the Tiandao Pavilion, loaded with hundreds of human monks, heading straight to the East China Sea to kill.

……

"Ding! Congratulations on completing the main task: breaking the deadlock. Under your conspiracy, the battle between Tiandao Pavilion and King Qingjiao is imminent!
Completion: perfect;

Get rewarded: Three random chances to draw. "

In a daze, Tang Meng was almost hit on the body by a piece of fire feather. He turned over and avoided the fire feather in embarrassment. Tang Meng directly triggered a thunderstorm and killed Fire Eagle with a single shot. Only then did he bother to open the task prompt bar.

I'll make it up!What's going on!

I didn't do anything, and a main task was actually completed.Tang Meng thought happily in his heart, completely ignoring his ever-changing and painstaking attempts to sow discord.

Not bad!

He gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, and then he closed the task prompt bar casually, full of fighting spirit in his heart.

After passing this maze, I will draw a lottery, hehe!

(End of this chapter)