"It's no wonder that your father died because of the separation of people's hearts."

Luo Ganjing suddenly felt very tired. What was he doing talking to this child about something so long ago?

Maybe he felt unwilling to do so. Even though many people didn't have to die, and even though there were better strategies, he still had to follow Luo Tianfeng's plan.

It is said that you can win the biggest victory with the smallest loss.

Is the loss really small?

The visible losses are small, but the invisible losses are huge.

Luo Tianfeng's chest was filled with anger.

He led the Asura clan to victory again and again, and gradually approached the top ten clans in the underworld. Why do the clansmen look at him like this, and why can't they obey his orders?

As long as you listen to him, under his mace, the entire Asura clan will definitely become a top clan.

"Is Luo Tianpeng bound to be a good leader?"

Luo Ganjing said: "The old Heavenly King is the one everyone hopes for."

Luo Tianfeng's anger reached its peak at this moment.

He thought he had done well enough, but he didn't expect that he would be like this in the eyes of his tribe, and even let them place their hopes on an old man.

Even Luo Tianfeng had some doubts that he was really wrong.

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"I will definitely be able to come back to life."

"This time, I will completely unify the great religion, lead the great religion to the top, and become the top clan in the underworld."

Luo Tianfeng's eyes were cold and firm.

These people are nothing to fear, nor can they shake his Taoist heart.

On the contrary, without these vacillations, as well as the entangled resistance and established forces, the Asura clan will be a brand new Asura clan.

He is an Asura who can enforce orders and prohibitions completely in his own hands.

Since the top sage cannot win people's hearts, it means that he is not strong enough.

When he seeks life from death and breaks through the Tao Lord, everything will be solved.

Luo Tianfeng said in a deep voice: "Luo Qianjing, for my grand plan, please sacrifice your head!"

Waving the mace, the tall young figure raised the magic weapon and pointed at the middle-aged monk who had already stood up from the formation.

Luo Ganjing sneered, he was just a young Shura, and he dared to ask him to obediently give up his head.

Revenge is revenge. There is no need to stand on the commanding heights and say it is for some big plan. Revenge is enough to crush all words and truths. This is the eternal truth.

"who do you think You Are."

"Luo Tianfeng?"

"I originally wanted to write to the King of Heaven to spare your life, but if you insist on seeking death, I will grant your wish!"

"Luo Qianjing, blind your eyes, this is Luo Tianfeng!"

Luo Tianfeng was furious, and his spiritual aura suddenly burst out. The saint was so powerful that the divine weapon in his hand seemed to turn into a supreme sacred mountain at this moment, tearing apart the chaotic world and smashing hell to pieces.

Luo Ganjing's expression suddenly changed.

If he doesn't recognize this person, why can't he recognize this mysterious skill and fighting method?

The figure in front of me merges with that of that day.

The monks who hold the Sky Strike are worthy of the name of Shura.

He is the bloody Shura who came out of hell.

powerful.

fear.

He witnessed with his own eyes that the bones and blood mixed with Gangqi and mana turned into flesh.

That was a stumbling block.

It's also his lingering nightmare.

Unexpectedly, the dead nightmare appeared alive.

Luo Ganjing was horrified.

His wounds seemed to be split open and turned into severe pain at this moment, reminding him fiercely.

Luo Ganjing was frightened out of his wits, and the wind and lightness on his body suddenly disappeared.

In embarrassment, he even screamed and turned into a ray of light to break through the palace and walk outside. He really wanted to talk to everyone in the Great Sect and tell them that the War-Blooded Shura was still alive.

"impossible!"

"How could he still be alive?"

"I saw with my own eyes that the top sage cut off his head."

Luo Ganjing knew that he would not admit his mistake.

Luo Tianfeng is still alive.

Just as Luo Ganjing was tearing open the space in front of him, a pale palm appeared not far away and was about to strangle his forehead.

To be precise, it was not a palm but a finger. For some unknown reason, that finger easily tore away the breath of his body-protecting Holy Gang.

"Illusion?"

Luo Ganjing was horrified.

He yelled: "My Taoist heart is as iron as stone, how could I be affected by a small illusion?"

"Break it for me!"

boom!!!

Throw out one punch.
Chapter completed!