Zhang Hao still had his hands behind his back, looking domineeringly at the Phantom and said, "Now, can you talk properly?"

The phantom looked at Zhang Hao in horror. Chiyang was the most powerful among their four servants. Even the Supreme Dharma King usually praised him a lot, but unexpectedly, he was severely injured by this young man from the Central Plains. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

It’s simply unimaginable!

He quickly stepped forward to help Chi Yang up and stuffed a pill of healing elixir the size of a longan into his mouth.

Then, the Phantom straightened up and said: "Your martial arts are really impressive. I take back what I just said. In three months, the Supreme Dharma King will come to the Moon Peak of Baotian Mountain and wait for all the masters from the Central Plains to come and discuss martial arts."

Baotian Mountain, Lanyue Peak, hearing this name, the heroes couldn't help but burst into an uproar.

This is the place where Emperor Yan Changge killed the Mantian Martial Saint thousands of years ago and left. It has long been the supreme holy place in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. Common people even built the Emperor Wu Temple on it.

Absolutely.

"Lan Yue Peak?" A strange color flashed in Zhang Hao's eyes. He knew that the "Thirty-Three Heavenly Holy Mirror" inherited by the Emperor Wu was left on Lan Yue Peak. Judging by the time, it seems that he will be born soon.

Got it!

"After three months, I will definitely go to Lan Yue Peak and meet with the Mahavamna Sect for a while!" Zhang Hao raised his eyebrows and said calmly.

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the phantom, and she said: "That's it, I'm going to take my leave." After saying that, he picked up Chiyang, and his figure disappeared from where he was.

Zhang Hao stood with his hands behind his hands, turned his gaze to the martial arts heroes of the Central Plains, and said calmly: "From now on, all gangs, sects, sects, sects, and villages in the martial arts must sort out their member information and submit it to our supervisory pavilion for the purpose of checking their innocence.

, all those who are sentenced to prison will be dealt with according to the law. If there are independent martial arts people who are oppressed by the big sects and bullied by the strong, they can report the situation to our supervisory pavilion. If it is found to be true, they will be punished. In addition, from now on,

, any gathering of more than a thousand people in the Wulin must be reported to our Military Supervisory Pavilion and can only be held after approval. Otherwise, it will be regarded as conspiracy and will be suppressed. The specific management regulations have been recorded in the "Basic Management of Wulin"

"Law" will be published all over the country in the near future, you'd better check it out by yourself, otherwise it will violate the management rules, and when the Supervisory Pavilion bans and kills you, don't say it's unforeseen!"

The heroes were talking a lot, but due to the seven kills first, the army breaking later, and the unparalleled majesty displayed by this pavilion master, they did not dare to say any words of resistance after all!

Zhang Hao shook his head and said to his subordinates: "Let's go!"

In the north of Yunzhou City, in a luxurious mansion, well-dressed warriors dressed in black guard all the important roads. The defense is extremely tight, and there are even patrol teams patrolling all directions.

These people all have cold faces and strong bodies. They wear black clothes with a red sun embroidered on their chests. They are well-trained and disciplined. They belong to the Red Sun Demon Sect, which is famous in the martial arts world.

In a flower hall, a tall and majestic man in black stands with his hands behind his back. His long hair is as long as ink, parted on both sides, and his outline is handsome and strange. What is particularly impressive is his crystal clear hair, which is like a jade carving.

His skin color shimmered with dazzling luster, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he could swallow everything in the world, and his whole person had an almost evil charm!

This person is none other than the world-famous leader of the Scarlet Sun Sect, the Scarlet Sun Demon Lord Chi Xingtian, and the brother of the Barbarian King of the Northern Territory, Chi Bilie.

The Gedai Demon Lord was currently staring at a pot of flowers in a trance. The flower was crystal white in color, gorgeous in color, and had a pleasant fragrance. There was a ball of ice and snow at the root.

Sangcuo knew that whenever the leader looked at this pot of ice crystal magnolia, a strange flower from the ice and snow of the northern region, he missed his hometown!

It has been ten years since I came to the Central Plains.

Sangcuo sometimes misses the ice and snow in the northern region, the blazing flames, the herds of cattle and horses, the white yurts, and the charming girl...

But they were entrusted with the great responsibility, but they could only bury these thoughts deep in their hearts.

God be damned, they, the Northern Barbarians, should not have to struggle to survive in that hell-like desolate land for generations!

One day, this colorful world and the fertile Central Plains will become the pasture of the barbarians!

A flash of blood flashed in Sangcuo's eyes.

After a long time, Chi Xingtian withdrew his gaze and cast his cold and deep eyes on Sangcuo, "What's the matter?"

As a believer, Sangcuo faced the supreme god and said respectfully: "Master, the Central Plains court established an organization called the Supervisor Pavilion, which also came to Yunzhou and injured the Blazing Sun Waiter under the throne of the Supreme Dharma Throne. "

Chi Xingtian gently stroked the delicate petals of the ice crystal magnolia, and his movements were flawless, making people feel that the martial arts skills displayed by these hands must also be flawless and unbreakable.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if there was no trace of human emotion, and he said softly: "I know!"

In an instant, the cold was so intense that the entire basin of ice crystal magnolia was completely frozen, turning it into a veritable "ice" magnolia flower.

"Exquisite beauty is easy to wither, connected cities are easy to break, flawless will be destroyed, nothing more than this, nothing more than this!" Chi Xingtian's tone was sad, like a sentimental poet and poet.

Outside the flower hall, there was a sudden noise. Sangcuo became angry and shouted: "What's going on?"

A Northern Barbarian warrior rushed in and said in a trembling voice: "The enemy is attacking... from the sky!"

Chi Xingtian sighed quietly and said: "Don't panic, just fight."

Seeing Chi Xingtian, the warrior inexplicably regained his confidence, bowed and said: "Yes, leader."

Chi Xingtian walked out of the flower hall and saw some huge strange things like lanterns suspended in the dark night sky in all directions. They were a hundred feet above the ground and could not be reached by any light skill. There was a hanging basket underneath. There were warriors in red robes, who drew their bows and fired rockets, turning the entire mansion into a sea of ​​fire.

The northern barbarian warriors fought back one after another, but even if they had amazing arm strength and archery skills, the power of the arrows was greatly reduced when they reached eighty or ninety feet, and they could not threaten the red warriors in the hanging basket at all.

"When did the Central Plains court have such a group of elites?" Chi Xingtian was shocked. Without further ado, he took a hundred-stone bow, jumped up to ten feet high, opened the bow and set an arrow, and finished it in one go. An arrow shot towards a large lantern.

boom!

The "big lantern" turned into a ball of fire and fell from the sky, but a huge umbrella-like thing suddenly appeared on the back of the warrior in the hanging basket in mid-air, and controlled it to fall into the distance.

The mansion was surrounded by another group of red warriors. Anyone who escaped from the flames was killed.

"Chiri's teaching is over!" Yun Tianjun said solemnly on top of a private house.

"The imperial court actually created such a terrifying flying artifact, as well as the incredibly burning kerosene, who in the world can stop it?" Mu Wuji sighed softly.

"Listen to what they said, it seems to be called hot air balloon and oil!" Ling Duancang glanced at the White Tiger War Guard below with fear.

"It seems that we really need to study the "Basic Martial Arts Management Law"! What force in the world can resist this kind of offensive? The imperial court only needs a burst of rockets, and the centuries-old foundation of each faction will be destroyed!" Mu Mu! Wuji smiled bitterly.

Yun Tianjun was silent. Faced with such a terrible threat, who would dare to resist the rule of the Supervisory Soldier Pavilion. Perhaps this is the real reason why the Pavilion Master asked them to help annihilate the Red Sun Sect?

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!
Chapter completed!