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

Hearing Wanwusheng's awkward and blunt explanation, the movements of his hands still did not stop.

Just give a hint.

Wan Wusheng shut his voice and retreated obediently, and continued to dig holes with the others.

Not far away, the disciples of the Demon Sect guarding in front of the Tianmomen Mountain Gate were stunned for a while.

The traitor their ancestors called and the national teacher of this mortal country must be too courageous!

Digging pits and setting up formations in front of the gate of Mo Dao Mountain in an open and aboveboard way, drinking tea and playing with toys.

It's like slapping the whole Mo Dao's body with a slap.

If this matter gets out, the Heavenly Demon Sect probably will become a laughing stock for those who are in the Demonic Way.

Naturally, these disciples would also be the targets of ridicule.

"Just thinking about it makes me angry..."

"Why did Lao Tzu let us watch Wan Wusheng, these traitors and the Great Tang Master here, why not kill them directly?"

"Bah, some cowards."

……

The voices of whining unscrupulously sounded around the mountain gate, and the accompanying voices of insults were endless.

What ugly scolding.

It is a dream of the disciples of Tianmomen to be able to scold Wanwusheng and the elders who are so superior and dare not give birth to ideas.

Who wouldn't want to do it with this opportunity, and they can brag with others when they go back.

Anyway, all living beings can't defeat Wang Tang, the ancestor.

The elders and hall masters of the Tianmo Sect who were still working, as well as Wanwusheng quit in an instant.

Grinding his fists and gnashing his teeth.

Signaling them not to do useless work, Yang Hun looked in the direction of Tianmomen with meaningful eyes and a bit of playfulness.

The illusory eyes flickered a few times, and went straight into the bodies of these disciples.

Several Tianmomen disciples were speechless in an instant, and they were stared into the soul by Yang Hun's eyes.

Manipulating them to walk towards the Shanmen formation mechanism.

"Buzz!"

A few gray-black electric lights flashed from the mountain gate, and these disciples woke up instantly.

Having understood everything, his face turned pale.

If it wasn't for the formation blocking them, most of them would have been controlled by Yang Hun.

These disciples were so frightened that they hurriedly ran away tremblingly, never daring to peek at Yang Hun again.

"It's boring, you're too timid!"

Yang Hun waved his hands in boredom, and took out a small white jade statue from his body to fiddle with wantonly.

Signs of the four envoys of the Tianmo Sect operating in front of the National Teacher's Mansion appeared in his mind.

"Chang'an City, I don't know whether you are using me or I am using you."

"However, the defensive power of the Heavenly Demon Sect's mountain guard array is not the same as before. I really don't know how much change that person has brought."

"The main body! Don't forget to type out the statues of luck and reputation overseas."

"Compared to Kyushu, overseas is not small..."

Yang Hun stretched out a spell from his hand, and began to extend towards the statue.

"Although this mountain protection formation has been improved, it can block all kinds of weird energies and creatures."

"Even a true immortal can stop it."

"But it's not a big trouble. It can be broken by just spending time and killing it."

"However, if that person reappears, it will be difficult to snatch back the Jiuding in Wang Tang's hand."

In Yang Hun's mind, the owner of the gaze that he passed on in the Gale Mountain Range appeared in Yang Hun's mind.

With the aura of the same origin and mysterious means, the changes in Tianmomen are definitely due to him.

It's time to figure out a solution.

While thinking about it, Yang Hun put the statue with the spell on his hand on a small mountain in the distance.

after falling to the ground.

The statue began to shake violently, bursting with divine light and heading towards Chang'an City along a certain secret passage between heaven and earth.

Chang'an City, the Temple of the National Teacher, the standing statue of the National Teacher began to shake violently

A ray of purple light rushed into the depths of the sky.

An illusory purple eye floating around in the sky above Chang'an City.

After receiving the information from below.

With a sudden shake, a ray of light similar to the purple energy of the rising sun shrouded towards the National Teacher's Mansion.

The guards who were still walking in the National Teacher's Mansion and the people in the mansion disappeared.

Only an empty mansion and many purple brilliance remained.

……

the other side.

Yang Hun, who was sitting cross-legged on the nameless desert island, was looking at the starry sky and the little fat man not far away.

The little fat man was still waving his fists at a small box that was several times bigger than his body.

With his mouth crooked, he said that the things in the box were too rough and thick.

Luo Feilie's screams and curses could still be heard inside the box.

Seemingly aware of the consciousness coming from Yang Hun, Yang Hun couldn't help grinning.

"The four envoys of Tianmomen, I don't know if you can deal with the hole cards you have left in Chang'an."

"As for expanding the territory of the Tang Dynasty beyond the borders of the world."

"There are two more old-fashioned half-step angels in the endless sea area, are you afraid that you will not be able to win the reputation of the Tang Dynasty?"

"My Purple Lotus Creation Sutra also needs to be perfected! See if I can include the skills and bloodline abilities of the Celestials and Humans."

After taking a deep breath, get rid of distracting thoughts, and Yang Hunqi permeates the whole body.

The meridians glisten like an endless river, and a large acupoint of 360 faintly corresponds to the stars in the sky.

The purple lotus bloomed quietly, giving birth to the prototype of the thirteenth grade, and a brand new lotus seed appeared.