Heaven's Last Big Boss

I heard Zhou Zheng laughing and said: "Zhiyong, your method is good, but there are too many shortcomings. In order not to be seen through, you can only let the avatar stand still, but if the sword is cut on the body and still not move, isn't that the biggest flaw?" ?"

Li Zhiyong shook his head and chuckled: "How to mobilize the enemy's emotions is also a great question."

"Yes, I was taught a lesson," Zhou Zheng shook his head and smiled, looking at the right envoy.

Jiao Demon King: Are these two young people talking about cross talk?

Look at the right envoy again... She really broke her defenses, and was being chased and beaten by some of Nezha's treasures, and she was powerless to parry.

"She is the head maid beside the Queen Mother."

Bing Ning whispered.

Zhou Zheng nodded, looking at the natural and graceful figure of Jie Tian Jiao You Envoy, he found that he could not bear to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

This is pure Yang Wuji Gong.

"Leave her a whole body."

Zhou Zheng said softly, looked at Li Zhiyong, smiled tacitly, and disappeared into the void from left to right.

Not long after, one of the Wusuo flashed wildly, and a sword shadow slashed horizontally at an exquisite angle. The Yin-Yang sword that was obtained from Laojun had a dark blue blade.

He quenched the poison, the kind that can kill golden immortals.

But when the right envoy knew about this, the wound had already been scratched on his shoulder, and the primordial spirit felt a strong sense of dizziness.

She looked at Zhou Zheng's hiding place with disbelief in her eyes.

"The majestic emperor actually used... poison..."

puff.

The point of the spear pierced her neck, and the face of the right ambassador was full of astonishment, and then a little ashes appeared on her forehead, and her figure collapsed in an instant, leaving only a faint flame dancing in the void.

Zhou Zheng frowned slightly.

Queen Mother's backhand?He also thought about interrogating her primordial spirit and making a list of masters of Jietian Sect.

Zhou Zheng felt something in his heart. He looked into the depths of the starry sky, and felt that a great battle broke out there, and the tyrannical Tao was constantly colliding. Among them, there were two Tao rhymes that he was quite familiar with.

Wang Shan?

Emperor Ziwei?

The two big men seemed to block each other's reinforcements.

Zhou Zheng glanced at the two heavy treasures that had been suppressed by Nezha and Uncle Fu, and let out a long howl, shaking the universe and piercing the star field.

"The Right Envoy is dead!"

Our own morale is booming.

Several beams of light charged straight at the enemy's formation, the Great God of the Santan Haihui and the envoy of the Cleaning Altar showed their power together, but Li Zhiyong's figure had disappeared, and Zhou Zheng restrained most of his sharpness when he made a move.

The Flood Demon King stood in the void in a daze.

He did see just now that these two young people who like to hide in the void have extremely clever escaping methods, use extremely pungent and poisonous poisons, and even specifically attack the weak point of the right envoy...

Is this, or is this the nine self-esteemed celestial beings in the heavenly court?It doesn't matter.

"Huh?" Zhou Zheng's whisper came into Jiao Demon King's ears, "Aren't you going to make a move?"

Jiao Demon King's face was cloudy and uncertain. After a few breaths, he stamped his feet and flew up, shouting in his mouth, for fear that others would not know his loyalty to Emperor Qinghua.

Chapter 197 Open the seat, open the seat!

These shepherds can't do anything else, they are really good at escaping.

Looking at the empty star field, Zhou Zheng carefully recalled the situation that happened just now, and quickly concluded that there are guys among the monster shepherds who have fused the fragments of the Dao of space, or the fragments of Dao of Qiankun.

Looking back, in this dark cosmic space, the corpses of big monsters are being dragged to one place by the immortals, and the four god generals are running left and right to collect the remnants of this place.

The enemy's remnant soul can be sent to the underworld to raise a ghost messenger.

The remnant souls of one's own battle dead can be cultivated into new reincarnated immortals, and join the mortal world that needs support.

——This is the confidence of the Futian League. The benefits of relying on the Six Paths of Reincarnation and Houtu Niangniang are also an important part of the cohesion of the Futian League.

However, Zhou Zheng seemed to see the negative descendant who was constantly lamenting before his eyes, and he suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Well, in the future, I won't communicate with Empress Houtu less.

This is really heartbreaking.

More than a dozen beams of light flew over, and the masters of one's own side gathered to report the result of this battle.

The immortals of one's own side lost [-]%, and the enemy's loss was as high as [-]%. Such a battle loss ratio is considered a big victory, not to mention that the opponent already has a superior number.

It's a pity that after the death of the right envoy, the opponent's battle line collapsed too quickly, and the enemy Jinxian escaped seven or eight times.

Those big monsters, as well as casual cultivators in the real fairyland, really became 'consumables'.

There is no dignity in dying.

Zhou Zheng encouraged the immortals a few words, and the immortals quickly cleared up the battle and returned home.

Just as Zhou Zheng wanted to fly forward, his figure suddenly seemed to be on the verge of falling, and he was hurriedly supported by a small hand.

"What's wrong with you Zhou?"

"It's just a loss of strength," Zhou Zheng sighed softly, then leaned his body over, with a smile flashing across his eyes.

Ao Ying hurriedly grabbed Zhou Zheng's arms, leaned against his side, and tried her best to support him.

She suddenly woke up.

Uh, isn't this in space? It seems to be in a microgravity environment, and you won't be able to stand unsteadily if you don't have the strength.

She raised her head to look at Zhou Zheng, looked at his squinting and smiling expression, she knew that he was up to no good, and thought that he seemed to be able to reach the sixth level of martial arts very soon...

Ao Ying looked aside, but she didn't let go of Zhou Zheng. Instead, she surrounded her body with fairy light, and replaced the hard armor with a soft dress.

At this moment, it was Zhou Zheng who started to get nervous.

Good guy, he is about to take off his Twelfth World Pure Yang hat?

Zhou Zheng thought that his Dao Heart was already unmatched, but at this moment, it began to slightly rippling.

Tsk, spring is rippling.

……

Another half day later, the top floor of Tianfu Hotel.

Lan Xing was unusually calm at the moment, and half of the casual cultivators who had rushed to the vicinity of this star left in a hurry.

Zhou Zheng ordered several tables of food and wine to be prepared, two tables for immortals wounded in this battle, and one table for Zhang Tianshi, a highly respected expert on his own side.

They didn't move their chopsticks, waiting for the distinguished guest to come to the door.

There is a big banquet outside, and there are small banquets inside the house.

Except for Zhou Zheng, the four members of the team, together with Bing Ning, Xiao Yue, Ling Qin'er, and Zhu Lian'er, also gathered together for a banquet.

The reincarnated fairy arranged by Futianmeng who served wine and food everywhere, that Fengqing's cousin, a certain unremarkable fox girl, was also busy with her at the moment.

Hong Haier was obviously a little impatient, got up and said: "Call me after dinner, I'll go play a few."

After saying that, he turned his head and left, making many immortals frown secretly.

That expression seemed to say that this young man who was born as a monster just had no education.

Mu Zha frowned and said, "Forgive me, everyone, my junior is negligent in discipline, I'll reprimand him a few words."

After saying that, Mu Zha got up in a little embarrassment and made a bow, bowed his head and walked away quickly. When he opened the door of the temporary computer room between him and Hong Haier, he didn't forget to say:

"Shancai, how could you be so rude?"

Then, after closing the door, he used Xianli to turn on the on/off key of the new mainframe. After turning on the formation, he rushed over in a hurry.

A group of gods couldn't see what was going on inside the formation, their expressions seemed to say - look at the son Li Tianwang taught.

Only Zhou Zheng, who knew the inside story, twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and couldn't say much.

The elevator door opened, and the two god generals, Yinhu and Chouniu, came in a hurry, saluted Zhou Zheng and sat down at the same time.

Yinhu said: "Dijun, the soul has been sent to the underworld, and the reincarnation will be arranged soon."

"Ah That's good."

"It's just that there are more than twenty fellow Taoists whose souls are scattered, and their bodies die and their dao disappear." Ugly Niu shook his head, "Even if there are fragments of remnant souls, the hell can't do anything about it."

All the gods sighed lightly.

Uncle Fu smiled and said: "There is no way, people will die in a war, we have already won a big victory this time, everyone, let's get started... Dijun, let's start the banquet?"

"Uncle Fu, let's wait," Zhou Zheng said softly, "There are two more distinguished guests in the future."

"Who?"

Uncle Fu frowned and said, "Aren't we all here now? What's the matter, there are still people who don't help or work, and come to eat for nothing?"

The two celestial masters on the side laughed and said nothing.

A chuckle suddenly came from the corner, and Emperor Ziwei's elegant voice floated slowly: "Why, can I come to eat for nothing?"

Uncle Fatty shivered a few times, stood up quickly, looked at the young man in purple robe who was slowly walking out from the corner, and hurriedly cupped his hands in salute.

"Hey, look at what you said, why didn't you say hello to our old pig in advance, Dijun?"

Emperor Ziwei smiled without saying a word, the saber hanging from his waist turned into fairy light and dissipated. He smiled and nodded to the immortals who stood up and saluted everywhere, and walked to the main seat.

Zhou Zheng asked: "Is Wang Lingguan in the future?"

"He's gone back to the stove," Emperor Ziwei said with a smile, "I haven't allowed him to come out of the stove yet, this time it's purely an emergency, and I'm going out to stop a strong enemy... Everyone sit down, uncle."

Zhou Zheng smiled and shook his head: "Your Majesty, don't be polite. I will take your seat again when I have your Dao Realm, Dijun."

"Hahahaha!"

Emperor Ziwei clapped his hands and smiled, but he was quite happy.

He sat in the main seat, Zhou Zheng sat at the side, and the gods at the three tables took their seats, and the banquet started smoothly.

Several rooms with people were looking out the door, wanting to catch a glimpse of Emperor Ziwei's demeanor.

Emperor Ziwei sized Zhou Zheng up and down, and said with a smile, "Uncle, what is the Dao Realm?"

"Cough, far from a golden fairy."

"Really? Everyone, relax and don't think I'm here."

Emperor Ziwei nodded with a smile. Seeing that everyone was afraid to move the chopsticks, he picked up a piece of unknown spiritual poultry meat with the chopsticks and chewed it.

Uncle Fu couldn't wait to grab the food with his chopsticks, and the atmosphere on the table relaxed a lot.

Emperor Ziwei tapped his finger, and a purple halo wrapped him and Zhou Zheng, and outsiders could not hear the conversation between the two emperors.

"Has the emperor met the queen mother?" Zhou Zheng asked softly.

"Not the Queen Mother."

Emperor Ziwei frowned and said:

"The ones who came were two masters wearing masks, and their methods and supernatural powers were rather weird.

"I feel like a master catalyzed by the Dao of Heaven. One is the left envoy of the Jietian Sect, a burly man, and the other seems to be a deputy leader of the Jietian Sect. She is an old woman with gray hair, but she is in good shape."

"good body?"

Zhou Zheng murmured softly, just as he was about to say, "Could this be the old version of the Fairy in the Heavenly Court Yaochi", Emperor Ziwei sneered.

"As expected of you, Lu Dongbin."

Zhou Zheng's forehead was covered with black lines, and he wanted to argue but didn't know how to speak.

There was an experience of Lu Dongbin in the previous life, and I really could only lie flat and let myself be ridiculed.

He picked up a few pieces of braised pork, ate them calmly, and flashed a picture of himself talking with Li Zhiyong in his heart, and then sealed these pictures in the bottom of his heart.

Sure enough, the enemy's power is now only showing the tip of the iceberg.

From the eyes of others, Zhou Zheng and Emperor Ziwei were both smiling and talking, obviously in a good mood, and they ate and drank, pushing and changing cups.

It seems that the future of Futianmeng is full of light.