Martial Peak

In the restaurant, Zuo Wuyou poured his sorrow with wine, looking in a trance.

The brother Yang, who went through hardships and hurried back to the holy city with him, died!

Just yesterday, news came from the divine palace that the brother Yang failed to pass the test left by the first generation of saints, proving that he was not a true saint, but a person with ulterior motives came to pretend to be The place of trial was killed by the flag masters!

When the news came out, the morning light shook, and it was hard for the teachers to accept it.

Countless years of waiting and suffering finally ushered in the person who prophesied and omens, and a ray of light bloomed in the darkness. As a result, the light was annihilated before the day had arrived, and the world fell into darkness again.

But then, another exciting news came from the shrine.

The true saint son was born in secret ten years ago. The true saint son is the one who preached the omen. He has passed the test left by the first saint and won the saint and many flags. The Lord’s approval.

In the past ten years, he has been practicing in retreat, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the mirage!

Now that the Son of God is about to leave the customs, the cult is also starting to conquer his troops, preparing to send his troops to Mo Yuan!

The congregation was crazy, and the dawn began to boil.

The second news was really exciting, and instantly dissipated all the effects of the death of the false saint. Everyone was immersed in the desire and expectation for a better future. As for the day before, when I entered the city, the scenery was infinite. False Son...Who is it then? Who remember?

Zuo Wuyou remember!

Along the way, he clearly saw how that brother Yang defeated the strong with the weak, beheaded the strong in the Immortal Ascension realm with only the cultivation base of the True Element Realm, wounded the Blood Princess, retired to the commander of the Land Department, and even more later. Magically let the blood girl bow down to him.

He once thought that the Son should be so powerful and capable of doing things that ordinary people can't! Only such a holy son can shoulder the important task of saving the world!

But even this brother Yang was also beheaded by the flag owners in the test place.

The high level of the religious sect even confirmed his identity as a fake and inferior...

Zuo Wuyou was at a loss, and he no longer knew the truth of the matter.

If that brother Yang is a fake, then why did he come to the holy city to die?

What's the matter with Chu Anhe?

What happened to the unknown banner owner who secretly attacked and killed them with their identities hidden?

This world, true and false, false and true, is too complicated...

Zuo Wuyou picked up the hip flask in front of him, raised his head, and drank stubbornly!

Putting down the hip flask, and striding away, a person with upright mind like him is not suitable for considering any conspiracy and tricks. He is a man of the gods, and the gods have given him everything. Now the gods are about to send their troops to Mo Yuan. It's time for him to contribute his own strength!

The efficiency of the Guangming Sect is still very high. The true saint son is born, and the flags gather soldiers and horses. In only three days before and after, a flag army will set off from the holy city under the leadership of the major flag owners and submit Four routes, send troops to Mo Yuan.

After countless years of planning and preparation, the gods teach the army to be strong and strong, and the holy son sits in the middle army, so that the morale of the army is like a rainbow.

Soon, wars of all sizes broke out everywhere.

Although the Mohism has been fighting against the gods over the years, they have maintained a certain degree of restraint with each other. No one thought that this time the gods would actually start playing with them.

Without precautions for a while, Mo Sect lost his helmet and armor, and the territory he controlled in his hands was lost, and it was captured by the Sect.

The four armies moved forward together, and the cities changed owners.

It wasn't until a few days later that the Mojiao who was caught off guard hurriedly stabilized his position, and the scattered forces gradually gathered and defended.

The original world was actually not big, the entire universe was there, and where could the territory be.

If the world is divided into two, and only in terms of east and west, then the east will be occupied by the sect of Guangming, and the west will be occupied by the Mos.

In the middle of the two religious territories, there is a wide and dark area. This is an area where neither party has deliberately controlled it. It can be said that it is a free-flowing area.

This area has always been a place where conflicts between the two religions have frequently erupted, and it has also been a buffer point for the contradictions between the two religions.

In the absence of absolute power to defeat the opponent, such a buffer zone is very necessary to exist.

In this buffer zone, near the place controlled by the Mohism in the west, there is a small Fu'an city with a small city and a small population.

The city lord's cultivation base is only one level of spiritual travel, and he is a fat man with a big belly.

Originally, his strength was not enough to be the lord of a city. However, because this is the default buffer zone of the two religions, he can sit in this position. Nominally, he is not under the jurisdiction of any power, but in fact he has already secretly taken refuge in it. Mo Sect, secretly collects information from the Quartet for Mo Sect.

After all, Fu'an City is closer to the Mojiao site. It is also a wise move to do so.

Fatty City Lord has spent ten years in such a leisurely day, but today, it is difficult for him to relax again.

The sect of Guangming sects rushed forward, and the buffer zone was controlled by the sects, and they were about to hit Fu'an City soon.

At this critical moment, he had to make a choice, whether to continue serving the Mo Sect in secret, or to surrender to the Guangming Sect.

Holding a jade slip in his hand, the jade slip recorded important information in the last few days, and the Fat City Lord's brows were frowned into the word "Chuan".

"This is troublesome. The false saint son was killed, the true saint son was born, the Guangming God Sect will use the power of the whole religion to send troops to Moyuan. Fu'an City is a must pass. You have to get in touch with the Guangming God Sect soon..." He knows that he has a few kilograms and a few taels, and he can't resist the advancement of the army of the luminous sect.

At the moment, the army of the Guangming Sect is like a rainbow, and Fu'an City is destined to be irresistible. The top priority is to vote for the Guangming Sect first.

He didn't notice that when he was speaking, the body of the soft and charming woman in his arms trembled slightly.

The woman slowly straightened up from his arms and looked at him with a soft voice: "Master, you said...who was killed?"

The Fat City Lord laughed and said: "A guy who pretended to be the Saint Child of the God Cult rushed to the dawn of dawn, but failed to pass the test of the Light God Cult and was cut by several banner owners."

The woman smiled slightly: "What's his name?"

The Fat City Lord recalled: "It seems to be called Yang Kai or something."

The woman lowered her eyes and looked at the jade slip in Fat City Lord's hand: "Can I see it?"

The Fat City Lord stretched out his hand to pinch her face, and said with a smile: "This is a cultivator's stuff, you haven't practiced, you can't see what's inside..."

Before he finished speaking, the Fat City Lord's face changed, because he didn't know when, the jade slip that he held in his hand actually ran into the hands of the woman in front of him.

The Fat City Lord didn't even react to what happened.

His big hand froze, fixedly staring at the woman in front of him, his expression instantly shocked, and then gradually became shocked.

He recalled a rumor...

On the opposite side, the woman's reaction to him was unaware, she just quietly examined the jade slip in her hand, and for a while, she gritted her teeth and said: "Impossible! He can't die like this! How could he die like this? !"

When the woman's voice fell, the fat city lord rushed out at a speed that was completely incompatible with his body shape, hunting in his robe, as fast as lightning, obviously using all his power.

He wants to escape from here!

If the rumor is true, then the weak woman who has been with him for three full years is definitely not something he can handle!

However, a scene that made him desperate appeared. When he was only three inches away from the window, a powerful binding force suddenly came, directly dragging him back and falling down in front of the woman.

The Fat City Lord instantly shook into a ball, his face turned blue.

The woman slowly got up, the weakness of the past three years disappeared without a trace, and her body was filled with a terrifying breath. She looked at the fat man in front of her condescendingly, with almost no emotion in her tone: "You said, Is that person dead?"

Where did Fatty City Master know the answer, he only guessed what the dead fake son might have to do with the woman in front of him, and he immediately knocked his head like slapstick: "My lord, my subordinates don't know, and the subordinates have only received information, and haven't had time to verify it. !"

The woman's eyes moved slightly: "Do you know who I am?"

The Fat City Lord said truthfully: "The subordinates only have some guesses."

The woman nodded: "Very well, it seems that you are a smart person, so smart people should do smart things."

The Fat City Lord's inspiration flashed, and he immediately said: "Don't worry, your subordinates will arrange for someone to verify the authenticity of the news, and give them an accurate answer as soon as possible."

"Well, go ahead." The woman waved.

The Fat City Lord was amnesty, even if he was about to get up, but when he looked up, he saw the woman in front of him masturbatingly looking at him, her face was still so charming, but the familiar face of the past looked so strange at this moment.

A layer of blood mist has already enveloped the Fat City Lord...

"My lord, spare your life!" The Fat City Lord yelled in horror. When this layer of blood mist appeared, he didn't know that his previous guess was correct.

This is really that woman!

That rumor is also true!

If the blood mist was spiritual, it suddenly rushed to Fat City Lord and drilled into his body along the pores. The Fat City Lord howled miserably, his voice gradually becoming inaudible.

In a short while, there was only a hideous corpse left on the spot, and a thick blood mist poured out to absorb everything for the woman.

The woman who was supposed to be happy at the moment is full of pain, as if she has lost the most important thing, muttering to herself: "It is impossible to die. How can you die so powerfully? I don't allow you to die!"

Her expression was slightly hideous, and she quickly made up her mind: "I want to check it myself!"

As he said this, his body shape turned into a red light and went away into the sky.

Half a day after the woman left, the body of the Fat City Lord was found on the city lord's mansion, and there was a commotion.

When the woman rushed out of Fu'an City, she suddenly felt something and turned her head to look in one direction.

In the darkness, something seemed to be guiding her in that position.

The woman frowned and her face was puzzled, but only hesitated, she swept in that direction.

After a while, she saw a familiar figure in the pavilion outside the city. Although the person was facing a strange face that she had never seen before, the faint sense of blood made her sure that the person in front of her was what she thought. The person looking for.