Chapter 2725
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When Gu Huang appeared, Jian Mingkong and Elder Juejian were all entrenched in it, and it was already near midnight.
But everyone was worried, anxious, full of urgency and helplessness.
"Little friend, you are finally back, something has happened, something has happened!"
Jian Mingkong saw Gu Huang's figure appearing at the door of the restaurant. He was the first to stand up, his eyes were full of urgency, and he looked like a catastrophe was imminent.
"Elder Jian, Elder Wan, Senior Beixuan, why are you all here?"
"Don't worry, say something slowly."
Gu Huang walked into the restaurant and calmed everyone's emotions on the spot. Obviously, the Assassin Brotherhood had spread the news of the deceased, but Gu Huang was puzzled that these people did not go to the family and sect for help. , all of them gathered in his restaurant, it was impossible to let him go.
"Little friend, you know the news about the Assassin Brotherhood! Now the three million miles of wasteland has been shrouded in fog."
"And the fog is spreading towards the outside, and it can cover Xuanyang City in at most three days."
"Someone saw thirteen pyramids descending in the depths of the fog, I am afraid that the thirteen pharaohs of the underworld will come out of their nests."
"The eldest miss has gone deep into it an hour ago, and now her life and death are unknown, and her whereabouts are unknown!"
"Little friend, what is the situation now?"
Wan Jiukong looked at Gu Huang deeply, and his heart was full of helplessness. If the eldest lady really fell in the fog, I'm afraid that one of them counts as one, and no one wants to live.
Even if it is to ask Yuanshi Jianzong for help and mobilize the strong to come, it will take three days at the earliest.
Really wait until that time, the day lilies are all cold, and now they are gathered here, the ancient wilderness is their only hope.
Somehow, for such a big thing, several of them thought of him almost at the same time.
Although the contact time is not long, Gu Huang has the means to turn corruption into magic. Perhaps it is because it has created too many impossibility, which has already convinced them completely.
"Wan Lao, why are you telling me this?"
"Do you think I can stop the attack of the dead or save the life of this city?"
"I'm just a king, with some special means, but in the face of an almost endless number of dead people, I'm really helpless."
"As for Zi Li, I really want to help her, but is there really no way?"
"If there is a slight chance, I will show you Wan Lao's face, and I will not sit idly by."
"What you should do now is to contact the three clans and the city lord, and ask for help from the high-level forces, there is no other way."
"If you can't bear the life of Xuanyang City, then spread the news!"
"I'm just the young master of Tianxu Palace, and I have no way to solve the matter here."
Ancient Wilderness refused incomparably euphemistically. If it was really just the conquest of the Thirteen Pharaohs, it was nothing at all?
The deceased is indeed very terrifying, but it is not that there is no way to solve it, it just involves the kingdom of the deceased, and there are strong people comparable to the existence of the ancestors.
Even if they are projected, they can kill everyone in front of them, which is not an order of magnitude at all.
The Misty Mountains wish they were destroyed.
"Little friend, when... is there really no way?"
"Billions of creatures! Even if we want to abandon the city, we can't all evacuate within three days."
"Xuanyang City is the center of this world. If Xuanyang City is occupied, the dead can drive straight in and attack all sides."
"Little friend, for such a big thing, didn't you ask your Tianxu Palace for help?"
Jian Mingkong sighed deeply, and his heart was full of helplessness. The strategic position of Xuanyang City was too important to fall into the hands of the dead.
What Zi Li said was right, this was a war, a life-and-death battle between the dead and the living.
No one can retreat, because they can't retreat if they want to. They can retreat for a while, but they can't retreat for a lifetime.
Everyone can understand the truth that lips are dead and teeth are cold.
If Xuanyang City falls into the hands of the deceased, the first to bear the brunt is Yuanshi Jianzong, but the combat power that Yuanshi Jianzong can draw is only about 50,000.
Facing the endless number of dead people is simply a drop in the bucket, and now they want to borrow the power behind the ancient wilderness.
"Tianxu Palace, what can you do even if you come."
"It is the limit to barely hold a pharaoh. The best way to deal with the dead is to join forces with the three major forces of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism."
"Awesome and righteous, the heavens and the earth are clear, and the golden light of destroying the devil is the innate nemesis of the dead of evil spirits."
"Elder Jian, I can send a message to Tianxu Palace, but this is the limit of what I can do."
Gu Huang sighed slightly, showing a somewhat helpless look, he now understands the plans of these people, I am afraid that he wants to test the forces behind him!
person? They are all selfish, and when they are really in a desperate situation, they want to rely on others to fight, and they want to save their own power for the first time.
Maybe they couldn't test the power behind them, and their attitude towards themselves should have changed.
But it doesn't matter, anyway, I don't plan to stay for long.
The big deal is to change an identity. Misty Mountain is so big, there is no place to go.
"Little friend, is there really no way? Could this area eventually fall into the hands of the dead?"
"Even if we have the heart to die, we can't see hope!"
"The eldest miss goes deep into the fog, and we don't know if we live or die. We don't know who else we can rely on!"
"Little friend, now there are no leaders, we hope you will stand up and lead us to resist the attack of the dead."
Wan Jiukong sighed heavily, although Gu Huang kept hiding himself again and again, his decisiveness could not be concealed from him.
Especially when Taotie attacked, he almost didn't cut him alive, and he showed no mercy to Ziyunwu, allowing him to be wiped out.
Moreover, he also has the power of space, a magical recovery method, on the surface, he is the first king, but his real combat power is enough to compete with the ancient king.
The eldest miss is deeply immersed in the fog, and now they are not convinced by anyone, only Gu Huang came forward, with the suppression of him and Jian Mingkong, no one dared to disagree.
"What! Wan Lao, what did you say? Let me stand up and lead you to fight against the dead."
"You don't have a fever, right? I'm just a saint. At best, I'm a little stronger, and I can barely guarantee undefeated in the hands of the emperor."
"I have no fame, and I have no cultivation. Third, I can't take this heavy responsibility."
"For such a big thing, why don't you ask for help from the high-level forces, the Reincarnation Sect, the War Spirit Sect, these top forces of the second stratum, they are numerous and strong, even if they can't repel the dead."
"At least they can be bound here!"
"You let me stand up, at least I want that ability!"
Gu Huang's pupils were filled with a hint of coldness, and he really didn't know what Wan Jiukong was thinking.
Just kidding, trying to do everything for them, it's really mentally ill.
"Wan Lao, Elder Jian, we are also urgently ill and go to the doctor, so don't make it difficult for the little friend."
"Little friend, you don't know something. It's not that we don't ask high-level forces for help, but it's useless to ask for help."
"It's too far, it's really too far, even a space-breaker battleship needs a voyage of more than ten days."
"Besides, there is no threat to them, how can they be willing to help."
"What we should do now is not how to resist the dead, but to rescue the eldest lady. She must not have an accident."
"Even if it means sacrificing all of us, we must fish her out."
Bei Xuan's sword was as careful as his hair, and he had long seen that Gu Huang was unwilling to intervene, even if he intervened, it was useless because his cultivation was too weak.
If he is an ancient saint, there may be a glimmer of hope.
Now there are only thirteen pharaohs, and no one knows how many powerhouses there are.
Perhaps the appearance of any of the seven emperors of the Netherland will really attract the attention of the high-level forces.
"Yes, let's rescue Miss Zili first, but we don't know where she is trapped."
"The fog seems to have an innate suppression on our creatures. Once we enter for too long, it will cause inexplicable damage to us."
"It's useless for you to go. Now only the old man can block the invasion of the fog."
"It's useless to talk too much, the old man takes a step first."
Jian Ming sighed in the air, and stood up full of anxiety. Now only his cultivation base is the strongest, and he has also extended his lifespan for three thousand years.
More importantly, he once had the power of decay in his body, and only he can resist the invasion of the fog.
Now that he doesn't go, who else can he count on?
"Wait a minute, Elder Jian, bring this jar of wine."
"When you can ensure that you are sane and not attacked by the power of the underworld."
"Elder Jian, go back early!"
Gu Huang took out a jar of Demonic Ape Divine Brew and threw it into Jian Mingkong's hands in an instant. This was the limit of what he could do so far.
But there is one thing he really can't figure out, what exactly is hidden in Wuyuan Supreme's dojo? Why did the underworld attack on a large scale, and the thirteen pharaohs almost came out of their nests.
And where is Wuyuan Supreme, how much power has the deceased accumulated over the years.
Such an unscrupulous and blatant attack is too unlike the behavior of the underworld, and it is just a group of thirteen pharaohs who are greedy for life and fear of death.
It is not an emperor who is loyal to him, so why is he doing such a thing?
Do you want to cover up something? If the fog of the underworld is not bad, it should be the abyss, which has a devastating attack on life.
The dojo of Wuyuan Supreme should hide a passage to the underworld, or the ancestor of the deceased awakened and forcibly tore it out with the great supernatural power.
"Thank you!"
"Everyone, if the old man is unfortunate, run for your own life!"
"We have no chance of winning this war."
"Goodbye."
Jian Mingkong glanced at everyone, his expression became extremely awe-inspiring, and he already had the heart to die.
If Zi Li could not be rescued, he simply died in the wasteland.
"Wan Lao, we have also gone back to prepare."
"This is a war, and this is the foundation of our Beixuan clan's foothold."
"We have no way back..."
Beixuan clenched his fists towards the crowd with a knife, his face filled with incomparable determination, no matter how fierce the deceased was, the Beixuan family would never take a step back.
Elder Juejian also left, and only Gu Huang and Wan Jiukong were left in Nuoda's restaurant.
"Pfft!"
Wan Jiukong knelt in front of Gu Huang instantly, and Gu Huang was surprised, he stepped forward to help Wan Jiukong, but Wan Jiukong sighed, full of deep pleading.
"Little friend, the old man has lived for 4,700 years. I have lived in humbleness all my life, but no matter how difficult it is, the old man has never bowed his head to anyone, let alone begging for mercy."
"Until I met you, although it was only a few days, the old man knew that all this was given."
"Little friend, I don't know who you are? What's your purpose?"
"The old man only asks you to save the young lady's life..."
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When Gu Huang appeared, Jian Mingkong and Elder Juejian were all entrenched in it, and it was already near midnight.
But everyone was worried, anxious, full of urgency and helplessness.
"Little friend, you are finally back, something has happened, something has happened!"
Jian Mingkong saw Gu Huang's figure appearing at the door of the restaurant. He was the first to stand up, his eyes were full of urgency, and he looked like a catastrophe was imminent.
"Elder Jian, Elder Wan, Senior Beixuan, why are you all here?"
"Don't worry, say something slowly."
Gu Huang walked into the restaurant and calmed everyone's emotions on the spot. Obviously, the Assassin Brotherhood had spread the news of the deceased, but Gu Huang was puzzled that these people did not go to the family and sect for help. , all of them gathered in his restaurant, it was impossible to let him go.
"Little friend, you know the news about the Assassin Brotherhood! Now the three million miles of wasteland has been shrouded in fog."
"And the fog is spreading towards the outside, and it can cover Xuanyang City in at most three days."
"Someone saw thirteen pyramids descending in the depths of the fog, I am afraid that the thirteen pharaohs of the underworld will come out of their nests."
"The eldest miss has gone deep into it an hour ago, and now her life and death are unknown, and her whereabouts are unknown!"
"Little friend, what is the situation now?"
Wan Jiukong looked at Gu Huang deeply, and his heart was full of helplessness. If the eldest lady really fell in the fog, I'm afraid that one of them counts as one, and no one wants to live.
Even if it is to ask Yuanshi Jianzong for help and mobilize the strong to come, it will take three days at the earliest.
Really wait until that time, the day lilies are all cold, and now they are gathered here, the ancient wilderness is their only hope.
Somehow, for such a big thing, several of them thought of him almost at the same time.
Although the contact time is not long, Gu Huang has the means to turn corruption into magic. Perhaps it is because it has created too many impossibility, which has already convinced them completely.
"Wan Lao, why are you telling me this?"
"Do you think I can stop the attack of the dead or save the life of this city?"
"I'm just a king, with some special means, but in the face of an almost endless number of dead people, I'm really helpless."
"As for Zi Li, I really want to help her, but is there really no way?"
"If there is a slight chance, I will show you Wan Lao's face, and I will not sit idly by."
"What you should do now is to contact the three clans and the city lord, and ask for help from the high-level forces, there is no other way."
"If you can't bear the life of Xuanyang City, then spread the news!"
"I'm just the young master of Tianxu Palace, and I have no way to solve the matter here."
Ancient Wilderness refused incomparably euphemistically. If it was really just the conquest of the Thirteen Pharaohs, it was nothing at all?
The deceased is indeed very terrifying, but it is not that there is no way to solve it, it just involves the kingdom of the deceased, and there are strong people comparable to the existence of the ancestors.
Even if they are projected, they can kill everyone in front of them, which is not an order of magnitude at all.
The Misty Mountains wish they were destroyed.
"Little friend, when... is there really no way?"
"Billions of creatures! Even if we want to abandon the city, we can't all evacuate within three days."
"Xuanyang City is the center of this world. If Xuanyang City is occupied, the dead can drive straight in and attack all sides."
"Little friend, for such a big thing, didn't you ask your Tianxu Palace for help?"
Jian Mingkong sighed deeply, and his heart was full of helplessness. The strategic position of Xuanyang City was too important to fall into the hands of the dead.
What Zi Li said was right, this was a war, a life-and-death battle between the dead and the living.
No one can retreat, because they can't retreat if they want to. They can retreat for a while, but they can't retreat for a lifetime.
Everyone can understand the truth that lips are dead and teeth are cold.
If Xuanyang City falls into the hands of the deceased, the first to bear the brunt is Yuanshi Jianzong, but the combat power that Yuanshi Jianzong can draw is only about 50,000.
Facing the endless number of dead people is simply a drop in the bucket, and now they want to borrow the power behind the ancient wilderness.
"Tianxu Palace, what can you do even if you come."
"It is the limit to barely hold a pharaoh. The best way to deal with the dead is to join forces with the three major forces of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism."
"Awesome and righteous, the heavens and the earth are clear, and the golden light of destroying the devil is the innate nemesis of the dead of evil spirits."
"Elder Jian, I can send a message to Tianxu Palace, but this is the limit of what I can do."
Gu Huang sighed slightly, showing a somewhat helpless look, he now understands the plans of these people, I am afraid that he wants to test the forces behind him!
person? They are all selfish, and when they are really in a desperate situation, they want to rely on others to fight, and they want to save their own power for the first time.
Maybe they couldn't test the power behind them, and their attitude towards themselves should have changed.
But it doesn't matter, anyway, I don't plan to stay for long.
The big deal is to change an identity. Misty Mountain is so big, there is no place to go.
"Little friend, is there really no way? Could this area eventually fall into the hands of the dead?"
"Even if we have the heart to die, we can't see hope!"
"The eldest miss goes deep into the fog, and we don't know if we live or die. We don't know who else we can rely on!"
"Little friend, now there are no leaders, we hope you will stand up and lead us to resist the attack of the dead."
Wan Jiukong sighed heavily, although Gu Huang kept hiding himself again and again, his decisiveness could not be concealed from him.
Especially when Taotie attacked, he almost didn't cut him alive, and he showed no mercy to Ziyunwu, allowing him to be wiped out.
Moreover, he also has the power of space, a magical recovery method, on the surface, he is the first king, but his real combat power is enough to compete with the ancient king.
The eldest miss is deeply immersed in the fog, and now they are not convinced by anyone, only Gu Huang came forward, with the suppression of him and Jian Mingkong, no one dared to disagree.
"What! Wan Lao, what did you say? Let me stand up and lead you to fight against the dead."
"You don't have a fever, right? I'm just a saint. At best, I'm a little stronger, and I can barely guarantee undefeated in the hands of the emperor."
"I have no fame, and I have no cultivation. Third, I can't take this heavy responsibility."
"For such a big thing, why don't you ask for help from the high-level forces, the Reincarnation Sect, the War Spirit Sect, these top forces of the second stratum, they are numerous and strong, even if they can't repel the dead."
"At least they can be bound here!"
"You let me stand up, at least I want that ability!"
Gu Huang's pupils were filled with a hint of coldness, and he really didn't know what Wan Jiukong was thinking.
Just kidding, trying to do everything for them, it's really mentally ill.
"Wan Lao, Elder Jian, we are also urgently ill and go to the doctor, so don't make it difficult for the little friend."
"Little friend, you don't know something. It's not that we don't ask high-level forces for help, but it's useless to ask for help."
"It's too far, it's really too far, even a space-breaker battleship needs a voyage of more than ten days."
"Besides, there is no threat to them, how can they be willing to help."
"What we should do now is not how to resist the dead, but to rescue the eldest lady. She must not have an accident."
"Even if it means sacrificing all of us, we must fish her out."
Bei Xuan's sword was as careful as his hair, and he had long seen that Gu Huang was unwilling to intervene, even if he intervened, it was useless because his cultivation was too weak.
If he is an ancient saint, there may be a glimmer of hope.
Now there are only thirteen pharaohs, and no one knows how many powerhouses there are.
Perhaps the appearance of any of the seven emperors of the Netherland will really attract the attention of the high-level forces.
"Yes, let's rescue Miss Zili first, but we don't know where she is trapped."
"The fog seems to have an innate suppression on our creatures. Once we enter for too long, it will cause inexplicable damage to us."
"It's useless for you to go. Now only the old man can block the invasion of the fog."
"It's useless to talk too much, the old man takes a step first."
Jian Ming sighed in the air, and stood up full of anxiety. Now only his cultivation base is the strongest, and he has also extended his lifespan for three thousand years.
More importantly, he once had the power of decay in his body, and only he can resist the invasion of the fog.
Now that he doesn't go, who else can he count on?
"Wait a minute, Elder Jian, bring this jar of wine."
"When you can ensure that you are sane and not attacked by the power of the underworld."
"Elder Jian, go back early!"
Gu Huang took out a jar of Demonic Ape Divine Brew and threw it into Jian Mingkong's hands in an instant. This was the limit of what he could do so far.
But there is one thing he really can't figure out, what exactly is hidden in Wuyuan Supreme's dojo? Why did the underworld attack on a large scale, and the thirteen pharaohs almost came out of their nests.
And where is Wuyuan Supreme, how much power has the deceased accumulated over the years.
Such an unscrupulous and blatant attack is too unlike the behavior of the underworld, and it is just a group of thirteen pharaohs who are greedy for life and fear of death.
It is not an emperor who is loyal to him, so why is he doing such a thing?
Do you want to cover up something? If the fog of the underworld is not bad, it should be the abyss, which has a devastating attack on life.
The dojo of Wuyuan Supreme should hide a passage to the underworld, or the ancestor of the deceased awakened and forcibly tore it out with the great supernatural power.
"Thank you!"
"Everyone, if the old man is unfortunate, run for your own life!"
"We have no chance of winning this war."
"Goodbye."
Jian Mingkong glanced at everyone, his expression became extremely awe-inspiring, and he already had the heart to die.
If Zi Li could not be rescued, he simply died in the wasteland.
"Wan Lao, we have also gone back to prepare."
"This is a war, and this is the foundation of our Beixuan clan's foothold."
"We have no way back..."
Beixuan clenched his fists towards the crowd with a knife, his face filled with incomparable determination, no matter how fierce the deceased was, the Beixuan family would never take a step back.
Elder Juejian also left, and only Gu Huang and Wan Jiukong were left in Nuoda's restaurant.
"Pfft!"
Wan Jiukong knelt in front of Gu Huang instantly, and Gu Huang was surprised, he stepped forward to help Wan Jiukong, but Wan Jiukong sighed, full of deep pleading.
"Little friend, the old man has lived for 4,700 years. I have lived in humbleness all my life, but no matter how difficult it is, the old man has never bowed his head to anyone, let alone begging for mercy."
"Until I met you, although it was only a few days, the old man knew that all this was given."
"Little friend, I don't know who you are? What's your purpose?"
"The old man only asks you to save the young lady's life..."
When Gu Huang appeared, Jian Mingkong and Elder Juejian were all entrenched in it, and it was already near midnight. But everyone was worried, anxious, full of urgency and helplessness. "Little friend, you are finally back, something has happened, something has happened!" Jian Mingkong saw Gu Huang's figure appearing at the door of the restaurant. He was the first to stand up, his eyes were full of urgency, and he looked like a catastrophe was imminent. "Elder Jian, Elder Wan, Senior Beixuan, why are you all here?" "Don't worry, say something slowly." Gu Huang walked into the restaurant and calmed everyone's emotions on the spot. Obviously, the Assassin Brotherhood had spread the news of the deceased, but Gu Huang was puzzled that these people did not go to the family and sect for help. , all of them gathered in his restaurant, it was impossible to let him go. "Little friend, you know the news about the Assassin Brotherhood! Now the three million miles of wasteland has been shrouded in fog." "And the fog is spreading towards the outside, and it can cover Xuanyang City in at most three days." "Someone saw thirteen pyramids descending in the depths of the fog, I am afraid that the thirteen pharaohs of the underworld will come out of their nests." "The eldest miss has gone deep into it an hour ago, and now her life and death are unknown, and her whereabouts are unknown!" "Little friend, what is the situation now?" Wan Jiukong looked at Gu Huang deeply, and his heart was full of helplessness. If the eldest lady really fell in the fog, I'm afraid that one of them counts as one, and no one wants to live. Even if it is to ask Yuanshi Jianzong for help and mobilize the strong to come, it will take three days at the earliest. Really wait until that time, the day lilies are all cold, and now they are gathered here, the ancient wilderness is their only hope. Somehow, for such a big thing, several of them thought of him almost at the same time. Although the contact time is not long, Gu Huang has the means to turn corruption into magic. Perhaps it is because it has created too many impossibility, which has already convinced them completely. "Wan Lao, why are you telling me this?" "Do you think I can stop the attack of the dead or save the life of this city?" "I'm just a king, with some special means, but in the face of an almost endless number of dead people, I'm really helpless." "As for Zi Li, I really want to help her, but is there really no way?" "If there is a slight chance, I will show you Wan Lao's face, and I will not sit idly by." "What you should do now is to contact the three clans and the city lord, and ask for help from the high-level forces, there is no other way." "If you can't bear the life of Xuanyang City, then spread the news!" "I'm just the young master of Tianxu Palace, and I have no way to solve the matter here." Ancient Wilderness refused incomparably euphemistically. If it was really just the conquest of the Thirteen Pharaohs, it was nothing at all? The deceased is indeed very terrifying, but it is not that there is no way to solve it, it just involves the kingdom of the deceased, and there are strong people comparable to the existence of the ancestors. Even if they are projected, they can kill everyone in front of them, which is not an order of magnitude at all. The Misty Mountains wish they were destroyed. "Little friend, when... is there really no way?" "Billions of creatures! Even if we want to abandon the city, we can't all evacuate within three days." "Xuanyang City is the center of this world. If Xuanyang City is occupied, the dead can drive straight in and attack all sides." "Little friend, for such a big thing, didn't you ask your Tianxu Palace for help?" Jian Mingkong sighed deeply, and his heart was full of helplessness. The strategic position of Xuanyang City was too important to fall into the hands of the dead. What Zi Li said was right, this was a war, a life-and-death battle between the dead and the living. No one can retreat, because they can't retreat if they want to. They can retreat for a while, but they can't retreat for a lifetime. Everyone can understand the truth that lips are dead and teeth are cold. If Xuanyang City falls into the hands of the deceased, the first to bear the brunt is Yuanshi Jianzong, but the combat power that Yuanshi Jianzong can draw is only about 50,000. Facing the endless number of dead people is simply a drop in the bucket, and now they want to borrow the power behind the ancient wilderness. "Tianxu Palace, what can you do even if you come." "It is the limit to barely hold a pharaoh. The best way to deal with the dead is to join forces with the three major forces of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism." "Awesome and righteous, the heavens and the earth are clear, and the golden light of destroying the devil is the innate nemesis of the dead of evil spirits." "Elder Jian, I can send a message to Tianxu Palace, but this is the limit of what I can do." Gu Huang sighed slightly, showing a somewhat helpless look, he now understands the plans of these people, I am afraid that he wants to test the forces behind him! person? They are all selfish, and when they are really in a desperate situation, they want to rely on others to fight, and they want to save their own power for the first time. Maybe they couldn't test the power behind them, and their attitude towards themselves should have changed. But it doesn't matter, anyway, I don't plan to stay for long. The big deal is to change an identity. Misty Mountain is so big, there is no place to go. "Little friend, is there really no way? Could this area eventually fall into the hands of the dead?" "Even if we have the heart to die, we can't see hope!" "The eldest miss goes deep into the fog, and we don't know if we live or die. We don't know who else we can rely on!" "Little friend, now there are no leaders, we hope you will stand up and lead us to resist the attack of the dead." Wan Jiukong sighed heavily, although Gu Huang kept hiding himself again and again, his decisiveness could not be concealed from him. Especially when Taotie attacked, he almost didn't cut him alive, and he showed no mercy to Ziyunwu, allowing him to be wiped out. Moreover, he also has the power of space, a magical recovery method, on the surface, he is the first king, but his real combat power is enough to compete with the ancient king. The eldest miss is deeply immersed in the fog, and now they are not convinced by anyone, only Gu Huang came forward, with the suppression of him and Jian Mingkong, no one dared to disagree. "What! Wan Lao, what did you say? Let me stand up and lead you to fight against the dead." "You don't have a fever, right? I'm just a saint. At best, I'm a little stronger, and I can barely guarantee undefeated in the hands of the emperor." "I have no fame, and I have no cultivation. Third, I can't take this heavy responsibility." "For such a big thing, why don't you ask for help from the high-level forces, the Reincarnation Sect, the War Spirit Sect, these top forces of the second stratum, they are numerous and strong, even if they can't repel the dead." "At least they can be bound here!" "You let me stand up, at least I want that ability!" Gu Huang's pupils were filled with a hint of coldness, and he really didn't know what Wan Jiukong was thinking. Just kidding, trying to do everything for them, it's really mentally ill. "Wan Lao, Elder Jian, we are also urgently ill and go to the doctor, so don't make it difficult for the little friend." "Little friend, you don't know something. It's not that we don't ask high-level forces for help, but it's useless to ask for help." "It's too far, it's really too far, even a space-breaker battleship needs a voyage of more than ten days." "Besides, there is no threat to them, how can they be willing to help." "What we should do now is not how to resist the dead, but to rescue the eldest lady. She must not have an accident." "Even if it means sacrificing all of us, we must fish her out." Bei Xuan's sword was as careful as his hair, and he had long seen that Gu Huang was unwilling to intervene, even if he intervened, it was useless because his cultivation was too weak. If he is an ancient saint, there may be a glimmer of hope. Now there are only thirteen pharaohs, and no one knows how many powerhouses there are. Perhaps the appearance of any of the seven emperors of the Netherland will really attract the attention of the high-level forces. "Yes, let's rescue Miss Zili first, but we don't know where she is trapped." "The fog seems to have an innate suppression on our creatures. Once we enter for too long, it will cause inexplicable damage to us." "It's useless for you to go. Now only the old man can block the invasion of the fog." "It's useless to talk too much, the old man takes a step first." Jian Ming sighed in the air, and stood up full of anxiety. Now only his cultivation base is the strongest, and he has also extended his lifespan for three thousand years. More importantly, he once had the power of decay in his body, and only he can resist the invasion of the fog. Now that he doesn't go, who else can he count on? "Wait a minute, Elder Jian, bring this jar of wine." "When you can ensure that you are sane and not attacked by the power of the underworld." "Elder Jian, go back early!" Gu Huang took out a jar of Demonic Ape Divine Brew and threw it into Jian Mingkong's hands in an instant. This was the limit of what he could do so far. But there is one thing he really can't figure out, what exactly is hidden in Wuyuan Supreme's dojo? Why did the underworld attack on a large scale, and the thirteen pharaohs almost came out of their nests. And where is Wuyuan Supreme, how much power has the deceased accumulated over the years. Such an unscrupulous and blatant attack is too unlike the behavior of the underworld, and it is just a group of thirteen pharaohs who are greedy for life and fear of death. It is not an emperor who is loyal to him, so why is he doing such a thing? Do you want to cover up something? If the fog of the underworld is not bad, it should be the abyss, which has a devastating attack on life. The dojo of Wuyuan Supreme should hide a passage to the underworld, or the ancestor of the deceased awakened and forcibly tore it out with the great supernatural power. "Thank you!" "Everyone, if the old man is unfortunate, run for your own life!" "We have no chance of winning this war." "Goodbye." Jian Mingkong glanced at everyone, his expression became extremely awe-inspiring, and he already had the heart to die. If Zi Li could not be rescued, he simply died in the wasteland. "Wan Lao, we have also gone back to prepare." "This is a war, and this is the foundation of our Beixuan clan's foothold." "We have no way back..." Beixuan clenched his fists towards the crowd with a knife, his face filled with incomparable determination, no matter how fierce the deceased was, the Beixuan family would never take a step back. Elder Juejian also left, and only Gu Huang and Wan Jiukong were left in Nuoda's restaurant. "Pfft!" Wan Jiukong knelt in front of Gu Huang instantly, and Gu Huang was surprised, he stepped forward to help Wan Jiukong, but Wan Jiukong sighed, full of deep pleading. "Little friend, the old man has lived for 4,700 years. I have lived in humbleness all my life, but no matter how difficult it is, the old man has never bowed his head to anyone, let alone begging for mercy." "Until I met you, although it was only a few days, the old man knew that all this was given." "Little friend, I don't know who you are? What's your purpose?" "The old man only asks you to save the young lady's life..."
