I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

All creatures are not only powerful!The way is special, and the moves are changeable.

Even his cultivation had reached the peak of Dacheng in the Earth Immortal Realm, and he was only one step away from breaking through to the stage of transformation.

It is a well-known God of Death from the lineage of the Demonic Dao.

Except for the ancestor who lives in seclusion in Tianmomen, there is no one in the entire Kyushu Demon Dao who is his opponent.

Even the old man with a bamboo pole and the seven of them combined might not be his match.

How many cards does he have?No one can know?

Anyway, it can't be easily provoked.

Looking at Zhao Changsheng who was kneeling on the ground and the white tiger envoy, Wan Wusheng, the sect master of Tianmomen, looked as cold as ice.

Zhao Changsheng and the white tiger emissary had indeed done a good deed.

Attack Shushan, wipe out the righteous way, and stir up internal fighting among various sects.

It's just that what was originally a surefire thing made them lose their troops.

They even killed many disciples of their Heavenly Demon Sect who were lurking in the righteous way.

Especially Luo Cheng, the master of the Wanpoison Hall lurking on Sanxian Island, made his heart ache even more.

Luo Cheng is the head of the Ten Thousand Poison Hall,

Although his strength is not in the realm of Earth Immortals, he is still on par with several Earth Immortals from the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The most critical reason is his long-standing Poison Dao Kung Fu.

It can even poison the strong Earth Immortal to death.

Good news came just a while ago.

Luo Cheng lurks into Sanxian Island, trying to find the Three-eyed Spring on the island to refine his special poison puppet.

Call it a toxic person.

Wanwusheng was quite satisfied with this plan, and even sent a message for the disciples of Tianmomen to cooperate with Luo Cheng's actions.

Once Luo Cheng's poisonous man plan is completed, the entire Sanxian Island will become a puppet of his Heavenly Demon Sect.

It can even be used to control the entire righteous path.

But he was lost on Mount Shu by Zhao Changsheng, so how could he not be angry.

Every death of such a person is one less.

It is too difficult to find another one to implement the takeover plan.

Who can possess poison kung fu like him!

Thinking of the loss of the attack on Shushan this time, Wan Wusheng also felt pain.

Looking at Zhao Changsheng kneeling in the center of the hall, and the white tiger envoy, he became even more angry.

Cursed directly in a cold voice.

"You said that you lost most of the disciples and elders of your Raging Flame Hall during this trip."

"Even with so many lurking disciples, you have summoned them to accompany you to make trouble."

"Let's not talk about the Five Spirits Heavenly King who lost Xiaoyaomen."

"Even caught up with two of the Seven Earth Immortals of the Demonic Dao, the angry bamboo pole old man and they left Jiuzhou overnight."

"You said why don't you go to die?"

Looking at the white tiger envoy and Zhao Changsheng who bowed their heads, Wan Wusheng was even more angry.

He directly picked up the priceless emerald luminous cup on the coffee table next to him and smashed it on Zhao Changsheng's head.

The cup shattered, and even the tea inside splashed Zhao Changsheng on his head!

The tea drenched Zhao Changsheng's hair, and even a lot of tea leaves were sprinkled on his head.

Let Zhao Changsheng at this moment feel like a drowned rat.

Zhao Changsheng, a small-scale immortal, naturally wouldn't be hurt by a cup!

It's just a shameful thing for an earth fairy to be hit in the face by a teacup.

Even ordinary people will get angry when they are hit in the face by a teacup, let alone a high-ranking fairyland monk.

However, Zhao Changsheng did not dare to show any anger in the face of the angry Tianmo Sect patriarch Zhao Changsheng.

He didn't dare to show the slightest anger.

He knew that the domineering and majestic suzerain would not allow his subordinates to fight against him.

Compared with the ancestor of the Momen who has been in retirement and planted flowers and grass in Zongmen Mountain.

He was even more afraid of the suzerain Wanwusheng who was wearing a black robe in front of him.

Ignoring the tea leaves on his head, Zhao Changsheng sized it up, and Wan Wusheng, who seemed to have calmed down a little, said respectfully.

"Sovereign, this time, Zhengdao is really too cunning, deliberately pretending to be weak to lure us into the bait."

"The most important thing is that he wiped out our big forest branch from top to bottom, leaving no one left."

Seeing Wan Wusheng with a cold face and not speaking, the elders beside him were also silent.

The white tiger envoy echoed, pretending to be aggrieved.

"Yes, suzerain, you don't even know how insidious people in Shushan are. On the surface, there are only one or two big cats and kittens."

"Actually, I have summoned the Second Immortal Xiaoyao from overseas a long time ago, and even set up a trap, which almost prevented Section Master Zhao and I from getting out."

"Thanks to our high cultivation base and our extraordinary vision, we escaped."

When it came to escaping, Zhao Changsheng on the side quickly gave the white tiger messenger a wink.

The White Tiger Messenger coughed twice.

"No, it was a successful evacuation."

"Snapped!"

Wan Wusheng laughed out of anger, and reached out to touch the teacup.

It turned out that there was only one teacup on the table, which made him tangled up.

In the eyes of the White Tiger Messenger secretly rejoicing that he was not hit on the head by a teacup.

This time, Wan Wusheng directly smashed a table on the head of the White Tiger Envoy.

The table is made of special spirit wood, which is not known to be used much compared to the teacup.

It smashed the white tiger envoy's head until it buzzed.

The elders in the hall lowered their heads even more when they saw the scene of the suzerain beating someone.

For fear of being used as a tool to vent by the suzerain.

Seeing the embarrassment of the two, Wan Wusheng let out a little breath.

Usually he will not easily get angry and open his mouth to curse.

Mainly because he was angry with Zhao Changsheng and the white tiger envoy.

There are more than 1 monks in a Raging Flame Hall plus disciples sent by other magic sects.

Only a dozen came back.

The more I thought about it, the more painful it became, Wan Wusheng continued to curse.

"Trash, everything is trash."

"A person who is still known as the devil, the most talented person in the past hundred years, can't beat a Dugu Qiubai who has only practiced for 30 years."

"I think you can call it White Cat Messenger."

When the white tiger messenger heard this, his face turned as red as a monkey's butt.

I was angry and ashamed.

And Zhao Changsheng on the side almost couldn't help but couldn't hold back his laughter.

But before he could laugh, Wan Wusheng's scolding came at him.

"And you, I don't know what you're laughing at, don't make big brother laugh at second brother, you're ashamed to show this expression."

"Aren't you, Zhao Changsheng, the head of the famous Raging Flame Hall? You claim to be scheming, and no one in the world is your opponent."

"Why was I almost beaten up this time and couldn't come back?"

"It's embarrassing, our whole Tianmomen's face in Kyushu has been humiliated by you."

Zhao Changsheng lowered his head, blushing like a monkey's butt.

He has practiced for hundreds of years.

Every time I was scolded by the suzerain, I would blush.

In front of the suzerain Wanwusheng, he felt that his mighty face of the earth fairyland did not exist at all.

In order to restore his trust in Wanwusheng, Zhao Changsheng carefully observed Wanwusheng's face.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be really venting his anger this time, he said cautiously.

"The suzerain attacked Shushan this time, and we didn't gain anything. In Shushan, we saw with our own eyes the power of Luo Chengduren's plan, the master of Wanpoison Hall."