"Luo Tianfeng's son!"

in the dark.

Still no sound.

There was no cry or confession, it was still silent, as if the person he was calling was not here at all, but Luo Tianfeng could clearly feel the presence of Martingale Wu.

It was obvious that Yang Wu had called his father just now, asking him to help that ruthless weapon spirit.

"Why?!"

"You are still young and you don't understand. Death is really scary. When you die, you can't speak, hear, or see. Slowly, and finally you can't feel anything. I'm very afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid...

My daughter has lost her father, my son, my sister’s brother.”

"I know."

Yangwu's thin figure walked out of the darkness.

"I know everything!"

"Death is very cold, very empty, very fast, and you can't even feel it."

"I feel helpless after death."

"I prayed to God and the earth, and he was the only one who answered me."

"He saved me then, I can't harm him now!"

Plop.

Yang Wu knelt on the ground and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I lied to you. I really wanted to be your son, but I was not sincere at that time. I just wanted you to relax your vigilance. Only in this way can I

At the most critical moment, I make my own choice."

Luo Tianfeng sighed deeply.

Laughed.

The leader of such a great religion, the Saint King, is so powerful that even a child can't defeat him.

It's really a joke to say it out loud.

However, can status and strength really make a brave person surrender?

The answer is obvious.

People who are attracted by status and strength will eventually leave because of the decline of these two.

Luo Tianfeng stepped forward and helped Martingale Wu up.

Look at it carefully.

Nodding slightly: "You don't have to say sorry, I didn't really mean it at that time."

"Only sincerity can replace sincerity."

"The only answer to lies is lies."

"pity."

"If we are both still alive, how I wish you were really my son."

"Father!"

"I will always be your son and your sister's brother."

Luo Tianfeng couldn't help but shuddered and murmured: "Sister."

…

"My little friend, you should let go of my useless disciple. I have no ill intentions."

The ancestor of Asura stood still in the void, his eyes fell on Tu Shanjun, and then gradually moved to the young Luo Tianfeng, and there was a trace of sadness that could not go away from the depths.

Tushanjun still didn't let go.

He didn't even say anything.

The ancestor of Asura is very tall, with a nearly eight-foot body that looks thin and has deep-set cheeks, but he does not have a ruthless look. Instead, he looks like an immortal.

A single horn pierces out from the forehead, and the demonic eye formed by the lines is half open and half closed, like a Buddha walking in the world.

The beard and hair are all mixed with white hair and tied up with a black jade crown.

Wearing a Xumi Xuan robe and wearing a pair of black lotus cloud shoes.

It is none other than the ancestor of the Great Sect, the majestic Taoist Lord, Luo Shentong.

Luo Shentong brushed the look from his eyes.

Point it out.

A boundless blood moon rose behind him amid the mysterious light.

The blood moon turned into a pagoda hanging above Luo Shentong's head.

The Tao Lord's unparalleled inspiration and divine weapons intertwined and turned into a terrifying mysterious light that enveloped the world of mortals.

"The shape of offense and defense changes the world."

"different!"

Tu Shanjun was surprised to find that the fighting spirit in his heart quickly dropped.

He said in a deep voice: "Another ancient art?"

However, Tu Shanjun did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he tempered his military energy with his spiritual consciousness. A sharp and supreme fighting spirit burst out from his body, as if it had turned into a demonic sword that cut away the sky.

"Military tactics?"

Luo Shentong looked at Tushanjun in surprise.

Emperor Chi's military tactics are driven by military energy.

This is Nan Tianwang’s unique skill.

King Nan Tian once told him that if he died one day, this group of emperor's soldiers would be buried together in the long river of history. Who would have thought that when he was dying, Luo Shenzhong chose to let Emperor Chi's ancient skills continue to shine in the world.

This is what he saw within the confinement of the formation.

He saw everything.

Can't say it, can't stop it.

What Luo Shentong didn't expect was that Tu Shanjun would be able to activate even a hint of power just after receiving Emperor Chi's weapon energy.

Just this trace is enough to greatly reduce the effectiveness of his ancient magic.

And he really didn't want to use force with Tushanjun.

Said: "It is not good for you or me to fight against each other."
Chapter completed!