I am a trainer, raising the Zerg natural disaster is not too much, right?

A kind of terrifying horror emerged in everyone's heart.

Looking at the dark night above my head, I felt cold all over my body.

Give you hope.

Let you see the light again.

But every time you think you're going to win, darkness still envelopes you...

Next to Lu Chen, Sun Qi said: "Brother Lu, your master is so scary! I even think that she is just playing, eh, just playing!"

"In terms of spirit and cultivation, let the winner feel despair!"

Not only Sun Qi thinks so.

Many strong men present also understood.

Lu Chen swallowed his saliva and lowered his voice before replying: "Actually, my master is quite a nice person..."

After he finished speaking, he remembered Senior Sister Maomao's reminder and said with horror, "It's over! How many words did I say just now?"

The master's obsessive-compulsive disorder became more and more serious.

Everything I say now is in even numbers, and I don’t even talk about grammar!

Therefore, Lu Chen tried his best to keep even numbers in front of Mu Juexian or when he was mentioned.

"Eleven characters, what's wrong?" Sun Qi asked in confusion.

"It's okay, I probably didn't hear it."

The two chatted briefly.

Ying Hongyin also mobilized the rules of this world again to break the dark night.

But this time.

His consumption has completely failed to keep up.

Halfway through "holding Tianxian in the mouth", he suffered a backlash and blood started to flow from the corner of his mouth.

The shadows behind him also became erratic.

Mu Juexian stopped attacking and allowed it to be used. On the contrary, Hong Yin himself was defeated and couldn't afford it...

At this time, the white moonlight was no longer stagnant.

Continue to move forward.

While flowing slowly, it bumped into the shadow behind Ying Hongyin.

"Boom——"

Like glass breaking.

Without any hindrance, the majestic and terrifying god immediately collapsed!

The moonlight is faint and continues to flow towards Ying Hongyin.

"Being able to practice [Yang Ji Emperor's World Scripture] to the eighth level, it seems that your talent is really suitable..."

"My arrangements back then were not in vain."

Comes with the moonlight.

There was also Mu Juexian's faint voice.

After hearing this, Ying Hongyin suddenly raised his head, his expression changed drastically and he roared: "What did you say!!!"

With his mind fluctuating violently, he even looked at the desperate situation in front of him.

That moonlight.

It was already within a foot in front of him.

Just when he was about to be enveloped, Ying Hongyin finally got the answer.

"It was my arrangement that you were able to obtain this method when you entered the 'Tian Yuan Secret Realm'."

"Right..."

"[Yang Ji Emperor Shijing] This skill is not only at the eighth level..."

Ying Hongyin's eyes were extremely complicated.

There is fear, doubt, panic, reluctance...

"I……"

He roared, no longer calling himself 'I', and wanted to resist the erosion of the moonlight.

But it was all in vain.

The dragon robe shattered, and the emperor's robe transformed from purple energy also collapsed.

The imperial crown on top of his head has long since disappeared, and his hair is floating in disorder.

At this moment, he was like a prisoner, falling from the night sky.

On Tianyuntai, Maofu stared: "What are you doing? Master, why didn't you kill him?"

Next to him, Zhang Yuanshan sent a message: "Keep this person, he is still useful. But the premise is that he can still stand up."

Mao Fu blinked and said dissatisfiedly: "Senior Brother! Can you please stop beating around the bush? I don't know how well I study? Please speak plainly, thank you!"

Why do you have to worry about not studying enough?

Does it matter?

Zhang Yuanshan smiled bitterly and said: "Think about it, if you beat Hong Yin, talk so many crazy words, reveal all your trump cards, and become the master of another domain..."

"But your master only used one sword from the beginning to the end."

"And the opportunity to sword was given by Ying Hong Yin without any shame."

Hear this.

Maofu's eyes suddenly brightened.

He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Master, this move is so cruel! Destroy his pride, destroy his will, wipe out his dignity..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's too strong! I have to learn how to show off in overseas battlefields in the future! By the way, that guy Song Qifeng should know how to win against Hong Yin right now..."

"These two are both top social killers!"

"Oh no, Ying Hongyin's social death is much more terrifying than the 'Song Lu Sect'..."

Zhang Yuanshan shook his head.

Ignore Maofu talking to himself.

Instead, his eyes moved and looked at the first ancestors of several major families.

As if sensing his gaze, the current strongest ancestor of the Jiang family stood up immediately.

Next!

Turn directly into a stream of light and rush into the void!

A few hundred meters away from Mu Juexian, he knelt on the ground, bowed and solemnly said: "Jiang family, Jiang Qiyuan! Greetings... Greetings to the Master of the Wenxin Pavilion!"

Although it is just a greeting.

But this situation is already very clear, that is, surrendering.

This man is also a smart man. He was the first to think of this idea and the first to rush forward.

Even the title is unique.

He didn't call him 'Moon Demon', nor did he call him 'President Ba Tian'... but a temporary nickname.

I have to say, it sounds much better.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanshan smiled lightly and said: "The Jiang family is quite sensible. We live in the south of the Yangtze River with us. We are already sensitive, so we should be the first to express our allegiance."

And after someone takes the lead.

The founders of the other major aristocratic families no longer thought about it.

They all turned into streams of light and rushed upward, fearing that they would be slower.

"Guanghai War Zone, Nangong Yan, greets the 'Master of the Questioning Heart'! From today on, we are willing to merge our entire clan into the Tyrant Heaven Society and serve you at your service. Please help us, Master Mu!"

Good guy!

Another nickname!

Master of the Questioning Heart is a respectful title, but the three words 'Master Mu' bring us closer together without being abrupt.

These ancestors of the aristocratic families not only have the highest level of cultivation, but also the highest level of human relations.

"Qinglan War Zone, Meng Beiyang, greets the 'Master of the Questioning Heart'! Like the Guanghai War Zone, my Meng family is also willing to merge into the Tyrant Heaven Society..."

"..."

Seven figures kneeled in front of Mu Juexian.

In terms of strength and cultivation, they are all at the ceiling level of Daxia. The next level is the God Realm.

Countless people below watched, and they felt their hearts trembling.

No matter who they are, they all understand one thing--

From now on.

The eight great families have become the history of Daxia and no longer exist.

The Yanhuang Domain, one of the nine domains, was finally unified, but its master was not the winner.

Instead, it was the first force that Ying Hongyin wanted to destroy after he ascended to the divine realm -

Batianhui!

On the platform below, Sun Qi lowered his voice and said, "Brother Lu, I suddenly feel that Ying Hongyin is so miserable! Think about it, why did he choose your Batianhui as his opponent?"

"If he hadn't come to Jiangnan..."

"Maybe, nothing would have happened!"

Hearing this, Lu Chen thought about it and really felt that it made some sense.

If Ying Hongyin didn't come, the master would not care about anything and would not care about the changes in Daxia at all.

He was focused on playing mahjong in Wenxin Pavilion.

Earning those two dollars.

"Brother Lu, do you think there will be another winner in Beijing after this?"

Glancing at Ying Xuanji, whose face was ashen, Sun Qi said with a hint of yin and yang: "Alas, some people were so excited just now, saying that Master Mu would die today, but they didn't expect that they would be slapped in the face so quickly."

Ying Xuanji was not far away, of course he heard it.

But he didn't say anything.

Pursing his lips, he stood there like a stone sculpture, like a criminal waiting for trial.

At this time, Jiang Qiyuan, the head of the Jiang family in the void, asked: "Master Mu, do you need to clean up the winner in Beijing? The Jiang family is willing to take this task."

Among the eight great families.

Only the winner in Beijing, no one came to pay homage to Mu Juexian.

In addition to Ying Hongyin, they also have several top masters, but no one can represent the winner.

At this time, after hearing Jiang Qiyuan's words.

Five or six figures looked terrified, and immediately flew over and knelt behind: "The winner is also willing to surrender!"

Mu Juexian glanced.

He said calmly: "In two days, you will go to the Heart-Searching Pavilion."

After that, he ignored the people in front of him.

He casually cut through the void and was about to leave.

Mu Juexian looked down and smiled: "Xiaochen, how about the sword that your teacher just used?"

Lu Chen said loudly, "Strong!"

Mu Juexian nodded with satisfaction.

He took a step and went to the small world of the Heart-Searching Pavilion.