Starting off with Old Deng about to die? Have you really become the Dao Ancestor?!

"Grandmaster, we are here." Duan Wuqiu spoke.

His eyes were fixed on the seriously injured Qingxuan Taoist, his tone was full of worry, and his eyes were full of worries.

Qingxuan Taoist coughed hard, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the beard on his chin red.

He looked at Duan Wuqiu, with both blame and helplessness in his eyes: "Why are you here this time? They have already laid a net, waiting for the people of the imperial dynasty to arrive..."

Qingxuan Taoist's voice was extremely weak.

Then, Qingxuan Taoist's eyes shifted to Lihuo Pojun beside him, and a storm was set off in his heart.

What a terrifying power in his body, could it be that one of the three monarchs has descended?

Duan Wuqiu saw the appearance of Qingxuan Taoist, and his heart was full of heartache. He said firmly: "Grandmaster, even if there is a net, I will come, I will be a person of Renjian Peak in life and death."

"Besides, I also brought Lord Lihuo Pojun this time!" Duan Wuqiu's voice was full of confidence.

Lihuo Pojun, this name echoed in the heart of Qingxuan Taoist.

One of the three monarchs, a Dao Nian Tianjun in the middle stage.

This time Renjian Peak was saved, but this was because there was no Dao Nian Tianjun in the middle stage behind Tiandi Shenjun.

"Thank you for coming, but this time the Supreme Palace seems to have set up a trap specifically for you. They must have prepared the means. You will take Duan Wuqiu away and keep the fire of my Renjian Peak."

Qingxuan Taoist spoke to Lihuo Pojun sincerely, his eyes full of determination.

However, at this moment, Tiandi Shenjun was extremely excited after seeing the visitor. He laughed and said, "It turned out that Lihuo Pojun came. This time I finally waited for you."

This made Qingxuan Taoist more convinced that this was a trap. He showed an anxious look on his face and urged anxiously: "Jun, go quickly."

Lihuo Pojun looked indifferent, and his eyes revealed a kind of detached calmness.

"Taoist Qingxuan means well, but the Supreme Palace has a grudge against my Kunwu Dynasty. This time, we just want to see if they are strong enough."

Taoist Qingxuan fell into deep thought after hearing this.

Lihuo Pojun obviously understood the situation, but he did not panic. Was it because he was confident in his own strength, or was there another monarch coming...

After hearing this, Tiandi Shenjun raised his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile, "I don't think the monarch is strong enough."

Lihuo Pojun heard this, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Tiandi Shenjun with lightning eyes, "You are just an ant, and you dare to make such a noise in front of me?"

Feeling the blazing power around him, Tiandi Shenjun's eyes flashed with horror. He clearly felt the oppression of the flame prison.

The next moment, the prison kept shrinking, like a tightening cage, squeezing every inch of Tiandi Shenjun's space.

The skin of Tiandi Shenjun turned red in the blink of an eye, as if it was burned by a branding iron. He was steaming, and the uncomfortable feeling made him almost unbearable.

"What a terrifying law of fire attribute." There was a tremor in the voice of the God of Heaven and Earth, but he was not panicked.

At this moment, a domineering fist shadow, like the dawn of dawn, with terrifying power, directly bombarded the blazing flame cage

The flame cage instantly dissipated under the impact of this fist shadow, turning into countless sparks floating in the air.

Lihuo Pojun's expression was not moved at all.

The God of Heaven and Earth, who saw the light of day again, looked at Lihuo Pojun, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "This time, it means catching a turtle in a jar."

Lihuo Pojun was already indifferent after hearing this. His eyes swept around and his tone was calm: "Since you are here, come out, let me see how many people there are."

As soon as these words came out, an old man slowly appeared from behind the God of Heaven and Earth. He was dressed in a white robe, exuding an unparalleled domineering and desolate aura.

A fist intention emanated from him, as if it could shatter the sky. Obviously, the attack just now was from his hand.

"I am the Lord of the Martial Temple, the Mysterious Holy Land." The old man spoke in a cold voice, his tone full of murderous intent, which made people shudder.

Mysterious Holy Land!

Then, a young man with a heroic appearance stood beside the old man like a mountain. His aura was like a raging wave, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the universe. He was undoubtedly a terrifying existence that made people shudder.

"Supreme Palace, Ye Changsheng." Ye Changsheng's voice was low, like a dragon's roar.

As soon as the voice fell, two more figures walked out slowly, one of whom exuded a palpitating demonic aura, like the legendary peerless demon king, with a majestic aura and dark light flashing in his eyes.

"The Great Leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance!" The man's voice was indifferent, revealing endless majesty.

The other man did not hide the murderous intent on his face, his eyes were like knives, and he locked onto Lihuo Pojun.

"Huayang Palace, Jiushi Tianzun!" The voice was cold and full of hatred.

The purpose of their coming is self-evident, because the Kunwu Dynasty has an irreconcilable hatred with them.

The Mysterious Holy Land was destroyed by the Kunwu Dynasty, the area ruled by the Supreme Palace has a feud with the Kunwu Dynasty, the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance suspects that the second leader was plotted against by the Kunwu Dynasty, and the Dao Nian Tianjun of Huayang Palace fell in the hands of the Kunwu Dynasty.

Hatred intertwined, this time they joined forces to make the Kunwu Dynasty pay the price and let them lose the Dao Nian Tianjun.

The eyes of the Wumiao God Lord were full of murderous intent, and the murderous intent was like substance, staring at Lihuo Pojun, "Destroy my Taoist lineage, let the Kunwu Dynasty taste the pain today."

Faced with this, Lihuo Pojun raised his eyebrows slightly and asked indifferently: "Mysterious Holy Land?"

He smiled contemptuously, "What kind of stuff, it's been too long, I've forgotten it."

At this time, when Taoist Qingxuan heard these names, a trace of fear that could not be concealed flashed in his eyes.

He knew the weight behind these names, especially Ye Changsheng of the Supreme Hall. He was the master of the Supreme Hall of this generation. His strength was unfathomable. He had already practiced the supreme skills of the Supreme Hall to perfection.

Looking at Jiushi Tianzun again, he was a terrifying existence who had been in the endless sea for many years and finally chose to be silent.

I didn't expect that Huayang Palace would actually ask him to take action today.

The four people who came were all at the level of Dao Nian Tianjun. Even a strong man like Lihuo Pojun, facing the four popular Dao Nian Tianjun, it was inevitable that two fists could not beat four hands.

When Wumiao Shenjun heard this, the cold light in his eyes became even more intense, and he was angry at these people for humiliating Xuanmiao Holy Land.

He said coldly: "You only have one Dao Nian Tianjun in the middle stage, and we have four Dao Nian Tianjun in the middle stage. The advantage is on me. How can you resist?"

When Taoist Qingxuan heard these words, his heart felt like a huge rock was pressing on him, and it became heavier. He knew very well that he could not resist such a lineup at all.

Lihuo Pojun raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, as if he was not worried about the current situation.

He chuckled, with a hint of teasing in his tone, "Who said that I only have one Dao Nian Tianjun?"

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