The Return of the Immortal of the City

Chapter 809
Chapter 880 Three Gu Bei Houci (for subscription, reward)
Regarding Mr. An's matter, Gu Bei really felt a little indebted; after all, he agreed to Mr. An, but now Mr. An has died because of depression.

If he had acted earlier and cleaned up all the miscellaneous things in the West, maybe Mr. An would not...

Gu Bei didn't admire the old man An, nor did he pity the old man, but just admired the spirit of patriotism and love for the people like An Lao.

Gu Ziyu on the side didn't know whether he should go up to greet Gu Bei, in short, he was really frightened by Lulushan and his party.

I have never seen such a strong person.

Moreover, even the arrival of the Buddha from the sky failed to kill him. This Gu Bei... In Gu Ziyu's heart, he has never become an existence stronger than a god.

At this moment, he didn't dare to go forward to say hello because he was subconsciously afraid!

However, when a strong wind blew, Gu Bei appeared in front of Gu Ziyu strangely.

Gu Ziyu was stunned for a moment, clasped his fists together and saluted: "The co-lord!"

This voice of co-owner is absolutely convincing.

"You are very good. You performed well in the Lulushan battle!"

Gu Bei praised a few words without hesitation, Gu Ziyu just wanted to show off, but he saw that Gu Bei had already casually pointed towards his eyebrows.

The speed was so fast that Gu Ziyu didn't even have time to blink.

Gu Bei's fingers touched the center of Gu Ziyu's eyebrows, and then quickly left, as if nothing had happened.

But Gu Ziyu felt that there seemed to be a wave of energy hidden between his brows.

This energy, with its sharp sword energy, makes people shudder.

"This sword energy can save your life in times of crisis!" Gu Bei said indifferently, pointing at General An and Wan Jun, "Later, the safety of the two of them will be entrusted to you !"

"Definitely not humiliated!"

Gu Ziyu knew that it was a great opportunity to get a ray of sword energy bestowed by Gu Bei himself.

Ordinary people, etc., want to get it, but it is impossible to get it.

Gu Ziyu naturally cherished such a blessing.

Excited and grateful, he clasped his fists and said forcefully.

"Okay, don't put the flag in it casually, just remember it in your heart!" Gu Bei stretched out his hand to interrupt Gu Ziyu's excitement, and he had already risen up, standing in front of everyone in the void.

All the cultivators raised their heads and looked at the figure in the sky.

They used to be enemies, but now they are fighting side by side, and they are also their co-lords, which has to make people feel emotional.

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In this kind of scene, a few inspiring and morale-boosting words are indispensable.

Fortunately, Gu Bei is no stranger to this kind of thing. After all, he has been an immortal for thousands of years, and facing the huge lineup of Beiming soldiers, Gu Bei can calm down. It seems that this is just a cultivator with less than ten thousand people in China. .

The Chinese cultivation world encountered three catastrophes: one was the Lulushan North Killing Conference, which allowed Gu Bei to kill a large number of practitioners.

Then, those gods in the temple led the practitioners to fight back against the attack of the Western temple forces. After more than two months, they lost a lot of strength.

Third, the eastern cultivation world was defeated, and the western temple forces entered the territory of the Chinese cultivation world. It was another fight and lost too much.

At this moment, there are only [-] to [-] practitioners left in the entire Chinese cultivation world.

We also need to get rid of those who dare not come. At this moment, there are only twelve thousand practitioners on the isolated island.

Gu Bei is naturally no problem leading these people.

Standing in the air, Gu Bei stood in the air, facing all the practitioners on the isolated island, cleared his throat: "Everyone gathered on the isolated island today, it is..."

Gu Bei talked eloquently, his words were plain with passion, and his voice was mixed with soul-stirring magical inner power, which made people feel like their blood was boiling when they heard it.

"Destroying the Temple, the co-lord is mighty!"

"Destroying the Temple, the co-lord is mighty!"

"Destroying the Temple, the co-lord is mighty!"

On the isolated island, Qun Qing was so excited and excited that they shouted in unison.

The sound shook the world and lasted for a long time.

However, among the crowd, Gu Bei saw a bald monk who timidly raised his right arm and shouted, but did not dare to amplify his voice: "Destroying the Temple, the co-lord is mighty!"

While shouting, the bald monk glanced around, as if he was avoiding something; after glancing around, the bald monk pulled out a gourd from his waist with a triumphant arc on his mouth, and took a few sips of wine with his neck raised, With a satisfied expression on his face, he continued to shout, "Mie Hong Fu, the co-lord is mighty!"

But even he himself didn't realize that the slogan he yelled had changed into an object.

The bald monk chanted slogans ecstatically, but failed to notice that Gu Bei had already waved his hand, telling all the practitioners to find a place to rest and rest on the isolated island, preparing for the bloody battle tomorrow.

The people flowed and evacuated, and there were not many left in a blink of an eye. A figure suddenly appeared, and it was Gu Bei, who appeared strangely in front of the bald monk.

"Mie Hongfu, co-master...uh..."

The bald monk just took another sip of wine, holding the gourd in his hand, and raised his other hand to shout, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

When he saw the person standing in front of him, the bald monk felt like swallowing a fly, and his words stuck in his throat.

"Zhao Zhijing, stay safe and sound!"

Gu Bei grinned and spoke calmly.

That's right, it was the fake monk Zhao Zhijing who sneaked into the crowd of thousands at this moment.

"Hey, young...young master, please keep your voice down, keep your voice down, don't let that bitch hear you!"

Zhao Zhijing scratched his head and giggled, his eyes quickly swept around, fearing that the nightmare in his life, the lady in red would suddenly appear.

"It's been more than half a year, and you haven't been able to show the majesty of a man. Let a woman ride on your neck to be a domineering?"

Gu Beitiao laughed out loud.

"Damn it, in order to get rid of that bitch, I practiced crazily while running for my life every day, and finally reached the Nascent Soul realm in half a month. But that bitch has already reached the end of the Nascent Soul stage! Really! It's broken."

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Zhao Zhijing looked displeased, "I don't believe in evil, and I practiced crazily for half a year, and reached the current peak of Nascent Soul, only one step away from becoming a god. But that girl..."

"It's just... It's like chasing after chemical fertilizer. As soon as it appears, it's already in the middle stage of transformation!! You say I'm aggrieved or not!"

Originally, he wanted a serf to stand up, put the landlord under him, and take over, but he was always pressed down by the woman in red like Mount Tai, unable to move at all.

Zhao Zhijing had no hope of resisting, so he could only continue to avoid the entanglement and harassment of that woman.

Seeing Zhao Zhijing, who had no hope of survival, Gu Bei felt a pang of sympathy.

"Hey, young master, you are No.1 in the world after all, and you are the co-lord, can you do me a favor and give that woman..."

(End of this chapter)