Eternal Martial Emperor

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"You're going to die! You will never take Master Yang and Master Zhu!" A soldier's eyes widened before he died.

But as soon as the words fell, Meng Wan had counted the fifth, and ten people died with him.

"Even if you kill me, there are thousands of me!"

"six!"

Ten blood mist burst suddenly, and ten corpses were added to the blood pool.

"Stop killing, we are here!" As Meng Wan was preparing to continue counting down, two women appeared at the end of the road.

And these two women, it is Yang Zhaoyi and Julia.

I saw no fear in their faces, and they were very light and gentle, and went to Meng Wan.

"No! Two ancestors, go back quickly!"

"Yeah! This guy doesn't blink!"

"We will fight to protect you!"

At this moment, all the soldiers were standing in front of the two of them. You said me and chattered.

"It's hard for you, let it go." But Yang Zhaoyi was unmoved. Since she came out, she was ready to die.

Facing death, their two sisters never feared.

"No way! Master Yang, please take it back!"

For a time, all the soldiers knelt down on one knee, and pleaded with Yang Zhaoyu.

Since they joined Tu Shenzong, Yang Zhaoyu often brought them food and drink, which was kind and kind.

In their hearts, they have treated Yang Zhaoyu as their old mother.

Now death is in sight, how could they let Yang Zhaoyu pass by?

"This is the token that Yuner gave me the same day, saying that seeing the card is like seeing him. I am now ordering you as the suzerain, and all of you will step down." I saw Yang Zhaoxuan holding a black iron black card from his arms Carved with the word 'Tu Shen'.

There are only five tokens in total, one on Yang Zhaoyi, and the other four on Xiao Yin, Jingzhongren, Long Chenfeng, and Yasuo.

Lin Yun was worried that if he was not there, the soldiers in the city would not obey orders.

With this token, all the Zongmen in the Northern Territory need to obey orders.

Everyone looked at each other. After hesitating for a long time, they gave up a avenue in the middle for Yang Zhaoyu and Julia to pass.

Since Yang Zhaodi had Lin Yun's token, it took time for Lin Yun to blame him, and they have reasons to shirk.

After all, not everyone is afraid of death. There is only one life.

"Sister ..." Zhu Liya looked at Yang Zhaoxuan with anxiety, and she remembered what Yang Zhaoji had just said to her.

Yang Zhaoyi said that in the past, Lin Yun disappeared into the realm of God and she never worried when she entered the other world.

Because she always felt that Lin Yun was not injured and lived well.

That day she was thinking, no matter where Lin Yun was, as long as she was safe and okay.

There was even some hope in her heart that Lin Yun would not return and be involved in the right and wrong of this divine realm.

But just now she felt clearly in her heart that Lin Yun seemed to be injured.

She knew that Lin Yun would be hurt for her.

"I'm fine." There was a trace of pain in Yang Zhaoyu's face, then he stopped and turned around and said calmly, "Wait until Lord Lin returns, and let him bury the people who died here."

"Give another money to the families of these dead people in order to save them in the spirit of heaven."

After speaking, Yang Zhao didn't look back, took Zhu Liya, and walked to Meng Wan's side.

"You don't look like a killer." Meng Wan looked at Yang Zhaoyu with suspicion. After all, Yang Zhaoyu looked more like a kind mother.

"Two of our sisters have been away from the assassination for a long time," Yang Zhaoyi replied.

"Oh." Meng Wan Leng snorted and laughed. "Every party in the assassination party we caught said so."

"It's useless to say more, it's not too early, do you leave by yourself, or am I binding you?" No wonder Meng Wan's heart will have some doubts. After all, the breath exuded from Yang Zhaoyu and Julia is only Wuzong realm.

In her impression, the assassin's killer seemed to be Wu Huang mostly.

"Let's go, Liya." Yang Zhaoyi no longer answered Meng Wan's question, and took Zhu Liya toward the gate.

"Mother Yang!"

For a while, everyone saw the back of Yang Zhaoying's departure, and they couldn't help sorrowing and crying.

Some of them cried because they were worried that Lin Yun's wrath would be exerted on them.

Soon after, Meng Wan imprisoned Yang Zhaoyu and Julia, and came to the gate of Dragon Tiger City.

"Master Meng!" I saw four people standing at the gate of the city.

"Is this the two of them?" Meng Mingshi froze, after all, his hair was gone, and it took some time to grow out.

"Sir, your hair?" Meng Wan apparently didn't realize that this question Meng Mingshi was unwilling to ask, she asked directly.

"It's too long, I cut it off." Meng Mingshi glanced at Meng Wan, turned around, and said, "It's not too early, it's time to go back."

Meng Wan was a little unwilling, and she wanted to continue to find out. She was pulled by her sleeves and explained in a low voice, "Lin Yun burned Master Meng's hair!"

Meng Wan suddenly realized that although Meng Mingshi heard it, she didn't blame. Instead, she kept frowning, looking at the purple flame demon sword in her arms.

He seemed to have some impressions of the knife, but it seemed to be a long time ago and he couldn't remember it.

When he saw the knife at first sight, he felt a little familiar.

"Small knife, why do you like this knife so much?" Meng Mingshi dropped down and asked softly.

The small knife quickly hugged the demon sword in his arms, as if Meng Mingshi wanted him: "Master! Are you trying to grab my knife?"

"Why? What does the knife want, I'll give you later!" Meng Mingshi sighed, and the former famous swordsman in the Sanctuary Alliance has now become like this, and I don't know when it will be restored come.

About this monster knife, Meng Mingshi always felt a little weird.

But he didn't know exactly what was wrong with it.

Only after returning to the Sanctuary Alliance, can I ask other adults for advice.

Unknowingly, the five messengers of the Holy Alliance left Longhushan in this way.

At this moment, in Dragon Tiger City, the rest of the people, under Yun Ruoxi's orders, moved all the wounded back to the 'Holy Hands' for treatment.

Today, there are only hundreds of sacred hand churches, and there are simply not enough manpower to have martial arts to heal the soul.

"Yuntang Lord! Ambassador of Nangong and Shangguan!"

"Yuntang Lord! Bell Messenger is alive!"

"Master Yuntang! The messenger of Yasuo seems to be dying!"