"What? Are all dead?"
A man without skin on his head let out an angry shout.
The two blood eyes are sharp and deep, making people afraid to look directly.
He is the patriarch of the corpse puppet clan-Mohun.
"Patriarch, the Four Great Wars will shatter all the soul lamps!"
On the ground, there was a man braving black anger on his knees.
Mo soul clenched his fists, and the joints exploded.
Four generals, one of his most capable men.
He just listened to the command of the evil lord's lord and asked them to arrest the **** and treacherous man, but he did not expect it to be gone forever.
Even the Escape Talisman did not escape.
It seems that the gods and cunning men are far less simple than imagined.
"Patriarch, what should I do now? Do you want to release the drought? Let him go to destroy the gods and treacherous people?"
Mohun directly refused.
"The drought is my clan's trump card. It will never be used until it is a last resort!"
"It is absolutely wrong to attack without finding out where the gods and treacherous people live, and to attack rashly!"
"To do it, you must kill with one blow, and don't give him any chance to turn over!"
"In addition, that group of bald donkeys came out again and began to spoil our good deeds. This is the biggest headache!"
"Find the bald donkey hiding in the dark, and wipe them all out!" Mohun said.
"The patriarch is wise!"
"Okay, get out!"
Time flew fast, and another two days in a blink of an eye.
These days, a major event spread throughout the Western Regions.
This major event was the event that the four evil puppets attacked Yaochi Palace.
In a certain city, in a teahouse.
Beside a storyteller, there were a bunch of cultivators.
They earnestly heard that the book population is endless and endless.
"Do you know? This time, the four famous kings of the corpse puppet clan came here. That method is simply destroying the world!"
"While waving his hands, the entire Jade Lake Palace became dim, and there was a burst of wind and wind!"
"These winds are blowing on the cultivator, and they are directly blasted into ashes!"
"Countless cultivators fall down like wheat! How can one dignified four heavenly kings and a Jade Lake Palace resist!"
"At this critical moment, these four heavenly kings actually attacked the saints of Yaochi Palace!"
"The saint of the Jade Lake Palace, she looks like an overwhelming country, she is only twenty years old, how could she be the opponent of these four heavenly kings, seeing that the saint will die in their hands."
"At this critical moment, guess what?"
Having said that, the storyteller picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Say it quickly. Drinking tea at a critical moment is so good to tune people's appetite!"
Faced with the accusations of many immortal cultivators, the storyteller just smiled, "Everyone, I haven't eaten today. I really don't have enough energy. I'll talk about it another day!"
"Isn't it just money? A piece of spirit stone is enough?"
"I will give one too!"
After a while, a lot of spirit stones were piled up in front of the storyteller.
"Since you are generous, I will give up my life to accompany the gentleman, and I will not eat this meal!"
Then, the storyteller continued.
"At this critical moment, the gods and cunning men are here!"
"He is ten thousand meters tall, like an upright god!"
"With a light wave, the bodies of the four heavenly kings broke apart and turned into dusty powder. Even the gods and spirits were held in one hand by the gods and treacherous men and crushed into pieces!"
"What? Didn't even the gods escape? The gods are too powerful!"
"My human race has such a strong person, it's great!"
"This treacherous person, supreme exists!"
Scenes like this were staged in various cities in the Western Regions.
Even with the Western Regions as the center, it spreads all around.
The name of gods and treacherous people is quickly spreading to the ears of every cultivator, and it has become a bright light in many people's hearts.
Of these, Sun Hao naturally didn't know.
At this moment, he is standing on the top of the stone tower, looking around.
Ahead, in the Great Demon Mountain Range, covered in clouds and mist, it looks magnificent, with a sort of fairy family flavor.
"The scenery in the Great Demon Mountain Range is truly unforgettable!" Sun Hao said.
"The son is right, the situation of the Great Demon Mountain changes, and every moment is unique." Huang Rumeng nodded.
"Like a dream, with you by your side, no scenery is as good as you." Sun Hao said.
"The son!" Huang Rumeng flushed, and lowered her head shyly, "It is the blessing of the dream to be able to follow you."
"Rumeng, it is also my blessing to have you by my side!" Sun Hao said.
Huang Rumeng's face was moved, and he threw himself into Sun Hao's arms.
The two embraced each other.
Sun Hao stroked her hair lightly.
At this time.
The hairpin on Huang Rumeng's head fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
One ear could not hear the sound.
It was Fenzhao who was confined in the hairpin who made this sound.
After working hard day and night, Fen Zhao finally wiped out the thunder and tribulation and escaped.
"Haha, the old boss is finally free, no longer need to be trapped in a hairpin!"
"All this, thanks to the two of them, playing the piano every day, helping me break through!"
"From today onwards, old bosses are free men."
After speaking, Fenzhao turned into a transparent phantom and fled the hairpin.
A big hand fell from the sky.
The terrifying coercion, like the Nine Heavens God Prison, suppressed Fen Zhao unable to move.
"This... this is impossible!"
"My strength, in front of him, I don't even have the qualifications to move bombs!"
"No... don't press me into the hairpin, no!"
Fen Zhao struggled wildly.
However, it was useless.
It was pressed into the hairpin and could not move.
The power of terror imprisoned, shrouded in the hairpin.
Now, let alone escaping from the hairpin, even struggling in the hairpin can't do it.
"It's over, it's over!"
Fen Zhao's heart was ashamed and stopped moving.
He looked at Sun Hao with horror in his eyes, "He really does exist, my ancestor, I am afraid that he is not qualified to be a dog licking!"
"Why is he here? With him, the ancestors planned those things, I'm afraid..."
At this moment, Fen Zhao's face showed despair.
Sun Hao picked up the hairpin on the ground, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.
"It's okay, son!" Huang Rumeng said.
"Rumeng, I'll never make one for you again." Sun Hao said.
Upon hearing this, Huang Rumeng's eyes showed a strange glow.
"My son, you are so kind."
"This little thing is not enough, take me down!" Sun Hao said.
The two landed, and Sun Hao went straight to the iron room.
Within half a moment, a spring was created.
Afterwards, I went to the carving room, selected two pieces of fine wood, and carved them into two pieces.
After installing the spring, it becomes a hairpin.
"Almost something, it should be inlaid with a few beads, so it looks better!"
"By the way, the gems Rumeng gave me last time are very beautiful.
"However, those are used to decorate the room."
"Where did Ru Meng find it? Let her look for it. Maybe she can find a few."
Sun Hao picked up two hairpins and looked at them for a while.
Hairpins made by yourself are much better looking.
Burn the photo inside the hairpin, then the cup will be served.
"no, do not want……"
Fen Zhao struggled frantically, screaming again and again.
His body was torn a little bit, and then confined to another hairpin.
Although he didn't die, he didn't want to endure the pain of tearing.
"Damn, I can only be imprisoned here for the rest of my life."
Fen Zhao murmured, looking desperate.
This new hairpin is completely a cage.
Not to mention the current him, even if his strength is ten thousand times stronger, no, one hundred million times stronger, he can't escape from fear.
"At least, supreme being didn't kill me. He trapped me in it. Could it be that I did something for him?"
"If this is the case, isn't this your own fortune?"
Thinking like this, burned his face, rekindling the light of hope.
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