The wind passes silently, and the entire Martial God Temple with a history of 90,000 years is magnificent and bleak.

Wu Zu lay on the long steps in the open air, holding a pot of wine in his hand, looking at the stars in his sky with a slightly drunkenness.

I still remember that the day when the Lord left, the stars at night were so bright that they were so bright tonight.

Wu Zu drank a sip of wine, and tears lingered in his eyes.

"Lord of the Palace, they all said that you are gone, I don't believe it."

After Wu Zu finished speaking softly, he drank the strong wine in the wine pot to the bottom.

In the Temple of War God, the senior officials all hope that he can become the palace master.

But he refused.

In his mind, there was only one palace master.

He never remembered the appearance of the palace master. As time passed, his memory became more and more blurred, but his faith back then became even hotter.

The Master of the Temple of the War God that year wore cold light golden armor to fight all directions, swept across 30,000 enemies with one sword, and the armor was also broken in that battle.

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The palace master was sad for a long time and drank a lot of wine for nights, just like sacrificing a comrade who had been standing side by side for many years.

"I failed to carry forward the Temple of the Martial Gods and could not control the five continents. Lord of the Palace, am I useless? Ninety thousand years have passed, and I have not yet grown up."

Wu Zu closed his eyes and lay on the uneven steps, like a frustrated person who was depressed and unsuccessful.

It seems like returning to the ancient battlefield many years ago!

He was afraid he would never see him again.

Wu Zu lay freely, gasping for breath, slowly opening his eyes to see the far Milky Way formed by the stars and moons.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Wu Zu knew.

The Lord of the Palace is the soul of the Temple of Martial God.

I saw his hall master wearing the cold armor and fighting again.

Although the Temple of Martial Gods cannot control the five continents, everything is good, except that the soul of the Temple of Martial Gods is missing.

Wu Zu waved his sword several times to vent his grievances.

Finally, he just took his sword and returned to the long-range stairs of the Martial God Temple.

Wu Zu stood up staggeringly, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and rushed out of the mountain outside the Temple of the Martial Gods. He slashed down with one sword, and the sword edge swept away, and ten mountains were shattered and collapsed one after another.

The second sword cuts the sky as if it can split the night, and the Milky Way pours out like a waterfall.

Wu Zu stood with a sword, and glanced at the letter branded with gold-toned fonts.

The guard said again: "Although Wu Zu never went to places like the Dragon Slaying Banquet in previous years, because Wu Zu had a close relationship with the new girl of the Mu Mansion, his subordinates came to ask, if Master Wu Zu did not want to go to Beizhou, he would reply."

"Martial Ancestor."

The guards under his command stopped beside him and handed over a letter: "I came from Beizhou and said that the dragon-slaying banquet will be held in Mu Mansion next month. Is Wu Zu going?"

Thinking of the girl in red clothes, the corners of her lips were involuntarily curled up and she whispered: "It shouldn't be boring to have that child on the ground."

"Yes, I'll go back to the letter now, but there was a big news in Beizhou last night, which has alarmed the Tianlang Domain. It is related to the young hero Ye Chuyue." The guard said.

"Go—"

Wu Zu took a pot of new wine and raised his head to take a sip. Wu Zu nodded.

The guard said: "Ye Chuyue went to the southern suburbs of Beizhou to carry out a mission and encountered the once-a-thousand-year Demon Flame. Nangong Xiong of the Military Affairs Bureau did not provide support. She walked out of the southern suburbs and returned to Beizhou. She directly slashed Nangong Xiong with a knife, and shot the ninth prince Chiying to death with the arrow of Cangming Bow."

Wu Zu has always been indifferent and rarely interested in secular things.

But whenever it is related to Ye Chuyue, Wu Zu seems to pay more or less attention to it.

The guards looked at Wu Zu in surprise.

He has been with Wu Zu since he was a child, and he knows that Wu Zu never married and had children in this life. The only friends he has had are Ye Emperor Zun and Ye Tiandi.

"It's something she can do."

Wu Zu's smile became stronger and stronger, and even he himself did not notice it, his tone and eyes were like an old father.

"Hanguang Golden Armor, is there any news?" Wu Zu asked.

The guard held his fists and lowered his head, and the answer was obvious.

In the bones of Wu Zu, he was an extremely withdrawn martial arts fanatic. He was not only missing the palace master, but also practicing every day.

Never saw Wu Zu care about anyone so much.

Wu Zu pulled his lips and smiled desolately: "It seems that I will never see the palace master in this life, nor can I find the cold light golden armor that the palace master loves."

The cold light golden armor only appeared once tens of thousands of years ago, causing bloody storms.

Wu Zu looked lonely and disappointed in his eyes.

"Is there still no news..."

At the end, the news of the Cold Light Golden Armor disappeared, and suddenly disappeared without a trace. This earth-shaking war gradually subsided.

When the guard saw the sorrow and sadness between Wu Zu's eyebrows, he immediately knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said firmly: "Don't worry, the Lord of the Palace. My subordinates will do their best to spend their entire lives. They will definitely find the Lord's cold light golden armor for Wu Zu!"

The Supreme Treasure without a master is like a piece of fat meat dripping with oil, making all the beasts in the jungle fight to the point of blood.

At that time, Wu Zu also wanted to grab the cold light golden armor, but he was powerless in the end.

Cold light golden armor.

Let the warriors in the world fight to the death.

Wu Zu's throat was bitter.

He held the sword in one hand and the wine pot in the other, slowly walked up the hundred-foot stairs, and occasionally looked at the bright moon and stars.

But no one can wear the style of his palace master.

That is the supreme treasure armor that only the Lord of the Palace deserves!

Wu Zu wanted to have a dream.

The palace master in the dream was wearing a cold armor, and the light golden cloak was clattering under the moon, killing a piece of armor among the enemies!
Chapter completed!