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"Jiang Taigong, please call me if there is such a good thing next time. I can give you a fixed point of contact. "

After saying this, Thunder God big hand a wave, a ray of light immediately shot into Jiang Taigong's eyebrow.

Jiang Ziya closed his eyes slightly, then opened his eyes and said with a smile, "well, I will call you again if you need to."

"Of course, there won't be too many opportunities to kill."

"Ha ha ha ha..." Raytheon laughed and didn't say anything more. As soon as he drew back his hand and his face, he disappeared into the sky.

Looking at the sky, Tang Ye always feels that his place is like a closed laboratory. These people are mice, while Raytheon is the human who carries out experiments.

But it's normal.

The law of the jungle, no matter in which level, which dimension is the same.

Looking at the blue sky again, the opposite of Taisong school is a river of blood.

Those who were killed by Thor are all gone. In fact, there is not much blood, but the smell of blood still pervades the world.

Of the more than 1000 Taisong sect disciples and countless creatures in Taisong mountain, more than half of them were destroyed by thunder god.

The rest of those lucky enough to live kneel on the ground, looking at the sky, do not know what is thinking, or perhaps nothing, immersed in the divine power, lost their souls.

Tang Ye sighed and began to greet Jiang Ziya and others to work.

Then, with the help of Meng Shu, a fat Taoist, he asked pisley to return to the lower bound to send troops to help on the mountain.

The great Taisong faction, in such a divine power, all perished.

It goes without saying that the eleventh level ancestor was directly crushed to death by Thor.

The leader of level 10 is not dead, but he is also dying. Like the elder of level 9, he is directly locked into the system.

As for the third elder of the eighth level, the disciples of the leader and so on, all of them fell down.

There are only less than two or three hundred people left in Taisong mountain. Most of them are at the third or fourth level, and only a few can reach the sixth or seventh level.

"Well, it's good for so many people to make an innovation for the Taisong school."

"Although a lot of people have died and their foundation has been shaken, the most precious thing of Taisong sect in Taisong mountain is not these people, but the various formations that have survived."

When Tang Ye thought of this, the takeover of the Taisong faction had already begun.

The remaining 200 odd disciples, under the command of Meng Shu, have gradually recognized the facts and realized that this is a great opportunity for them.

If the leaders and the high-level people are washed away, they will have a chance to replace them!

With this idea, those in the fifth, sixth and seventh levels have all become active.

Tang Ye knows what these people think, but he has no opinion about it, because it is a fact. If the people above are dead, the people at the bottom, more or less, have more or less room for development. They are no longer under the control of high-level resources and can not be further promoted as before.

Of course, there are many people who hate and hate Tang Ye, but at this moment, in order to survive, naturally, they can only swallow their anger.

After all, whether it's revenge or survival, only by living can we have more possibilities.

If we resist at this critical point, we will undoubtedly seek our own way to death.