Fantasia: The beginning became a little villain

"Devil pestle!"

Wei Tuo looked up, his face ugly.

The Devil Pestle is the magic weapon of his master Dao Xing Tianzun, and it is also an extremely high treasure among many acquired treasures.

The preciousness is beyond words.

His master has always attached great importance to it.

If this is lost, his master will not necessarily punish him!

Moreover, Dao Xing Tianzun is very likely to give him this magic weapon in the future!

This is the foundation of his future, how can this thing be lost?

Chen Su asked for his demonic pestle, which made him more uncomfortable than asking for his life.

"Uncle Master, the disciple is just a big water that washed the Dragon King Temple, why take away the disciple's heavy treasure, if the Devil Pestle is lost, I can't explain it to the master." Wei Tuo's heart was full of anger, and his face was livid and said.

"You used the Devil Pestle to commit murder, and your Uncle Chen Su accepted your murderous object, I think it is very appropriate to deal with it like this."

Zhao Gongming chuckled at this time: "As for your master, if he has any dissatisfaction, let him find me." "

Dao Xing Tianzun, in front of him Zhao Gongming, it is not enough to see.

And since his junior brother Chen Su has taken a fancy to this acquired treasure, of course he wants to help over.

After all, it is the other party's fault first.

"This..."

Wei Tuo looked stiff.

Zhao Gongming spoke, he did not dare to refuse, but he was unwilling, the resentment in his heart had nowhere to vent, and at the same time he was full of trepidation, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Why, you don't want to?"

Zhao Gongming's face was pale, and he did not show immortal power, and naturally a domineering coercion was born between heaven and earth.

"Disciples don't dare!"

Wei Tuo gritted his teeth: "Uncle Junior punished, and the disciple accepted it gladly!" With

difficulty, he left the Devil Lowering Pestle and handed it to Zhao Gongming.

"Junior Brother."

Zhao Gongming gave the Devil Lowering Pestle to Chen Su on the spot: "It's useless for me to take this thing, so I'll put it here for you first."

"Good."

Chen Su nodded with a smile.

An acquired treasure, so effortlessly arrived, he was in a particularly good mood.

As for Wei Tuo himself, after all, the current exposition and interception of the teachings have not torn their faces, and the greater the chaos and cause and effect caused by too much work, this time is not suitable for seizures.

Moreover, Wei Tuo was only a third-generation disciple, and after losing the Devil Lowering Pestle, he was even less of a threat to him.

See you later, just kill yourself.

Wei

Tuo looked at Chen Su fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "The disciple has already complied with the requirements of the uncle, if the uncle has no other orders, the disciple will go back to the master to repent!" "

No matter how important the magic pestle is, no matter how important it is, a small life is not important.

The important thing now is to stay alive, and then go back to the master and say, you must find the field back!

"Go ahead."

Chen Su nodded.

Get approval.

Wei Tuo did not stop for a moment, and flew away.

"Shangxian!"

"Shangxian Liubu!"

"Shangxian, what should we do if you leave!"

Seeing this, the people of the Wuren tribe were completely panicked, and they all spoke out to keep Weituo.

It is a pity that Wei Tuo did not have the slightest nostalgia, and disappeared in an instant.

Just kidding, his magic pestle was lost, and his little life was almost lost, now who is in the mood to care about what witch race!

Seeing that he was completely gone, the witch race desperately stayed in place, and their mood was like falling into an abyss.

"How so..."

the Great Elder of the Wuren Clan turned pale.

A moment ago, they thought that the savior had come and got the opportunity to counterattack Chen Su.

But the shock came too quickly, just a light, his savior left in embarrassment, leaving them alone to face the two sage disciples...

How else do people live?

In such a situation, Weituo is better than not appearing!

"Junior Brother."

Zhao Gongming looked at Wei Tuo's departing back and said with a smile: "Sanqing has always been one, how could you think of punishing the disciples of the Interpretation Sect?"

"Although the exposition and the interception of the sect are superficially harmonious, they are actually constantly contending, and this matter is not a new thing in the flood famine."

Chen Su said, "Otherwise, how could he appear here against me." "

Jiao Jiao and Yin Shang have always been deeply involved and are recognized allies.

Teaching ran out to make trouble, which originally surfaced the attitude of the other party.

"Haha, just so you know."

Zhao Gongming nodded: "You are right, you don't need to worry too much about friendship for the sect people." He

was also afraid that Chen Su would be ignorant, not knowing that the exposition of the sect and the interception of the sect were actually incompatible, and he lost himself in the voice of the disciple of the exposition of the disciple, and now it seems that there is no need to worry about this at all.

"Hmm."

Chen Su frowned while nodding, "But since I ran into Wei Tuo on my side, I am afraid that the other armies will also encounter the obstruction of the sect people, and I don't know if Huang Feihu has any countermeasures." "

Interpreting the teachings and meddling, I have my own interception to deal with them."

Zhao Gongming said, "Don't worry, someone will make a move on this matter." "

The open and secret struggle between exposition and interception is repeatedly forbidden, and as long as there is an interpretation, there must be a truncated teaching, and vice versa.

Chen Su felt the same.

Without further thought, he turned to look at the witch clan and smiled: "You just said that you want to fight with my human clan, don't you keep one?" "

Now that the episode of Vedor is over, it's time to deal with the group of witches in front of you.

And it must also be dealt with.

Naturally, there was a plan for these forces, which they wanted to use to contain the footsteps of the Terran army and the process of Yin Shang's expansion.

If it is not eliminated for a day, it will be a threat to Yin Shang for a day.

"General..."

The face of the Great Elder of the Witch Man was bloodless, and he forced a smile: "My original intention was to surrender, I wonder if the adult can give us a chance?!"

He knew that the chance was not great, but he still mentioned it if he wanted to live at the moment.

It's just that the mind is extremely complicated.

For Chen Su, the former Gengjin Island ant, he begged for mercy, and there was little hope.

After Weituo's intervention, it is even more impossible.

It's exactly like God is teasing them with the witch race.

After the tease, he completely drove them into the abyss....

He looked at Chen Su almost desperately.

"General Ben, do not accept."

Chen Su looked at him and said word by word.

The

Great Elder of the Witch Man instantly seemed to be dozens of years older, and his figure became a little more sluggish.

Although he knew Chen Su's choice, the complete lack of hope still dealt him a great blow.

"There is only you and me between us, how can we coexist."

Chen Su looked at the Great Elder of the Witch Race and said softly, and then said in a loud voice: "Besides, your Wuren Race wolf son is not extinguished, seeing the wind and rudder, you will show your fangs to my Terran when you have the opportunity, how can you let it go!" "

The three armies listen to the order!"

Chen Su said loudly: "Beat the drum, kill the enemy!" "

Kill!"

The 30,000-strong army suddenly erupted into an astonishing murderous aura.

The drums of war then resounded between heaven and earth.

The tense and murderous atmosphere instantly swept the land.

"The people of the Wuren clan!"

Seeing this, the Great Elder shouted sadly, "Kill! "

He can't be slaughtered by others, and he has to resist even when he dies.

The big war, set off in an instant.