Chapter 1077 Support

Chapter 1077 Support

"How about it? It's not unfair to lose, right?" Owl Daojun asked with a smile.

Ang Ming was still stubborn, but in the end he had to admit that he lost.

Don't say that Wu Rong is just a flower that suppresses him. Could it be that he didn't cultivate his cultivation by himself?

He didn't even take a single move from the opponent without using his magic weapon. If he still refuses to accept this, then he is really not magnanimous or open-minded.

If you lose, you lose. There is nothing wrong with admitting it.

"This thunder calamity will be his help."

Owl Daojun looked at the intertwining of the nine different-colored chaotic fairy thunders and sighed: "The Fate Dao monk is really crazy."

"The teacher could have not given him that treasure."

Ang Ming touched his neck and seemed to be able to feel the sharpness of the one-horned sword: "That treasure is not only the key to the cave, it is said to be able to command the mountains and rivers spirits. If you trade it for me... it's not worth it."

"value."

"A life is so precious, how can it be done without paying the price." Owl Daojun made a spell, opened a deep space door, and stepped into it first.

Ang Ming looked back.

There is reluctance and nostalgia.

Three thousand miles of Jiming Mountain has been handed over to others.

…

Zhu Yan Tongbing looked solemn after receiving the news.

Originally, he should have gone to Luodu Mountain early after receiving the invitation, but on the way he heard the roar of Jiming Mountain raising the flag of rebellion, so he decided to postpone the giant ship heading to Luodu Mountain and wait and see on the way.

The trip that was supposed to take two months was stretched out by him.

So much so that we are less than half way there now.

"Failed?!"

Zhu Yan's bronze soldier clutched the jade slip with an angry look on his face.

Ang Ming was defeated so quickly that he couldn't even wait and see.

"Angming mistook me!"

Zhu Yan's bronze soldiers were furious and crushed the jade slips to pieces in hatred.

He had already made a plan to join Luodu and stay under the "big tree" to seek benefits. Unexpectedly, he heard the news of the rebellion just after setting off, but nothing was done about it for a full month.

I thought that Guan Minghou was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, had no real skills, and didn't know how to deal with these things.

However, it didn't take long. According to the spies from Jiming Mountain, Guanminghou cut off Nang Ming's head less than three-quarters of an hour after arriving, without even his soul escaping.

"Dad, what should we do now?"

Zhu Yanxuanmirage was immediately at a loss as he was the one who came up with this plan.

They all knew that there was an expert behind Ang Ming, and they had done nothing special in these years. They thought that Ang Ming had been instructed to do this, but they did not expect to see the mysterious background and Guan Minghou confront each other at all.

"Urge the giant ship to move forward quickly."

Zhu Yan Tongbing didn't blame his son, he thought so at the time.

I thought I could provide help in times of need or reap the benefits, but I didn't expect Guan Minghou to be so powerful.

If you don't hurry up to Luodu Mountain to show your loyalty now, why don't you wait for Guan Minghou to liquidate them one by one?

"Here!"

Half a month.

Boom!

The behemoth is like a vast beast that crashed out of the wilderness, tearing through the clouds and pushing back the fog.

I thought it was a wild beast coming, but in fact, the Zhu Yan tribe monk standing on the deck opened his mouth wide in surprise, showing his disbelief.

Because the giant ship carrying them, a five-hundred-foot-long ship, was like a giant wasp that was supposed to return to its nest compared with the sky harbor. It was small enough, and the monks like them were more like dust.

The black Tiangang is more like a dormant divine beast. Although it is so cold, it seems that the divinity can be seen.

Yes.

The leader of the Zhu Yan tribe, Zhu Yan Tongbing, saw divinity from this heavenly harbor.

It was an indescribable feeling.

"Ashore."

The giant ship commanded by Zhu Yan's Tongbing soldiers.

As the giant ship slowly extinguished its internal combustion alchemy furnace and docked, there were only scattered warriors doing the simplest work in the empty sky port.

Nian Jiqi, who had been waiting at the Palembang Yamen for a long time, took several officials to greet the monks at the port.

Zhu Yanxuanmirage's expression changed, and anger emerged.

The Zhu Yan clan is a big clan in Cijue Mountain, and the clan leader Zhu Yan Tongbing is no weaker than Ang Ming. The Luo Du monk who greeted them turned out to be just a small transformed god.

This was simply a warning given to them by Luo Du.

"I am the judge of the underworld, thinking of evil."

Nian Jiqi bowed his hands and slowly straightened his waist.

"Hades looks down on us so much..." Zhu Yanxuanxuan was about to continue, but saw the patriarch's father raising his hand to signal.

Zhu Yan Tongbing walked forward with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"I've long been used to it." Nian Jiqi replied with a smile.

You have received too many monks in the past month and a half.

Not to mention the monks who transformed themselves into gods, there were more than ten saints alone.

None of those giant ships with flags hanging high is the vehicle of a saint, but they have to bow their heads when they arrive at Luodu Mountain, not to mention that this is a must.

If he had arrived half a month ago, he would have been welcomed by military advisor Yu Shen.

"please."

"please."

"Dad, Marquis Guan Ming has gone too far to bully others!" Zhu Yanxuan's message came through.

Zhu Yan Tongbing did not answer but said: "Look at those giant ships."

Zhu Yanxuan looked over.

The closest ship is a five-hundred-foot giant ship, with the flag of the Velvet Eagle Group flying high. It is not the Yingzhao tribe. Looking at it again, there are the flags of the Blood Sea Shark tribe, the Mannia tribe, the Yuezhi tribe, the Guimo tribe, and the Tianwu tribe. , Pima Clan, Xiangliu Clan...

They are all from the Moming clan, and there are saints in the clan.

Among them, Xiang Liu, Yu Ren, and Yingzhao are the top saints, and even the Zhu Yan clan can only be behind Yingzhao.

"But father, doesn't the Marquis of Guanming need us? If I were him, I would definitely appease him..."

"So you can't be like him." Zhu Yan Tongbing took a deep look at his son: "You have been spoiled by me, thinking that everything can be done with conspiracy and trickery. In fact, it is only because your father, I, am a great sage, enough to deter the enemy and suppress the clan, so I let you do it."

"Father..."

"Call me clan leader!"

Zhu Yan Xuanshen was shocked, and bowed and called: "Clan leader."

"You should reflect on yourself."

Zhu Yan Tongbing, who was with the four generals, snorted coldly and walked forward with his sleeves.

He had another half sentence to say, that is, he should also reflect on himself.

You can't guess this Marquis of Guanming with common sense.

Wait for several more days.

At night.

Zhu Yan Tongbing came to Yuming Palace under the guidance of the attendants, and his son came with him. The four generals were arranged in the outer hall and would not participate in this banquet.

He had already seen the palace forging of Luodu Mountain. Although he was not as shocked as when he first saw Tiangang, it was enough to leave a deep impression.

The long hall, which was mainly purple and black, looked like a ferocious beast. At the end was a huge relief with the words "Hell Transformation" written on it, and all the scenes of hell were painted.

Only the throne was still empty.

Looking inside the hall, there were many seats arranged from beginning to end in the 100-meter hall.

"Chief Zhu Yan."

Zhu Yan Tongbing, who heard Yu Shen's call, came back to his senses and followed Yu Shen to his seat.

His status should be very high, but he was only ranked in the front row. There were twelve seats in front of him, and nearly one hundred seats behind him.

Thanks to Zhu Yan Tongbing's strength, his son Zhu Yan Xuan Shen also got a seat, but this one was still in the middle of the one hundred.

Zhu Yan Tongbing immediately understood that the 100 seats were prepared for the monks who could follow the saint into the hall.

He didn't want to care about the seats behind him, why were there twelve seats in front of him?

As the monks of various tribes came to the Jade Life Hall one after another.

The clan leaders of the four tribes also discovered this problem after exchanging greetings.

There were eight seats before them.

In less than half an hour, everyone arrived one after another.

Master Ru Zang also got a seat.

Yu Shen, who presided over everything, had not yet taken a seat, but everyone thought he would also get a seat.

The clan leader of the Xiangliu tribe had a cold expression on his face. His strength was unquestionable. He was the strongest person among all tribes. His strength was that of a top great saint. The monks of the Xiangliu tribe were all powerful, but even he could only barely get a seat in the top ten. Even if it was a show of power, it was too bad.

The chief of Yingzhao tribe was surprised and asked, "Is there anyone ahead?"

"Where else in the Demonic Land are there strong men we don't know?"

The Great Sage of the Mermaid said calmly, "I heard that the Shura tribe supports the Marquis of Guanming. I guess they are probably waiting for the great sage of the Shura tribe."

"Does the Marquis not know that the alliance is an ally, and only we are the force he can command."

"It's just a show of strength."

"Blame us for not coming two months ago."

"You won't be so petty."

"You can't say for sure."

"..."

Everyone whispered before the Marquis of Guanming arrived. Although they were all transmitting voice, the voice transmission was not concealed at all. The saints present were almost weaving a network with their spiritual consciousness, and everyone could express their opinions in this voice transmission chat room.

Just as everyone was talking, a Taoist in a purple robe ascended the throne from the back hall.

The chattering disappeared.

Wu Rong on the throne said with a smile: "Everyone, please be patient."

"My Lord, I dare to ask, we did not arrive early, but why do you humiliate us like this!"

The patriarch of the Yuezhi tribe looked at his seat.

He looked shabby in his own position. He did not even enter the first echelon. How could he raise his head in front of his fellow Taoists in the future?

Wu Rong no longer concealed and said calmly: "Since you are in a hurry to discuss matters, I will put my words here."

"Today is different from the past. Three months ago, I did not achieve enlightenment. You came to help me and warmly welcomed me, and you would receive me with the most solemn etiquette, but now I have achieved enlightenment."

His eyes swept over, and the mysterious breath of the Lord of the Great Dao turned into a divine sword.

All the cultivators present were shocked.

Those who came early were ecstatic.

Just when everyone was still immersed in shock, a middle-aged cultivator in a black robe walked into the hall, and four cultivators followed him.

"Tao Lord?!"

"Another one."

"More than that."

"Those four are all great saints."

Everyone just watched the five people pass them.

As the four monks took their seats, the middle-aged Taoist Lord also bowed and sat down on the seat to the right of the throne. The appearance of these four people occupied five seats at once.

Zhu Yan Tongbing had no idea where the other party came from.

Where did so many strong people come from.

These are not five Taoist Lords and four great saints. Behind them is a powerful force equivalent to the princes. And now the situation is that these five people also sat down like them, as if they were here to listen to the command of the person on the throne.

Seeing that everyone was there, Yu Shen also sat down.

Only the left hand of the throne was still empty.

But, is it empty?

Look carefully.

There is a red-haired Taoist Lord in black and red robes sitting there.

Seeing the red-haired Taoist Lord, the monks at the table bowed and saluted, and remained silent.

The four great saints seemed to be chatting, but their eyes were indifferent, as if they didn't take those foreign saints seriously at all.

Wu Rong smiled helplessly.

The support from the sect finally came.

I just don't know whether they were dispatched after knowing that he had achieved enlightenment or they had been dispatched long ago and arrived today.

But it's good that they can come.

The Yuezhi tribe leader stood straight, neither standing nor sitting.

Just standing there.

"Sit down."

The Yuezhi tribe leader, who was pardoned, was like a child being scolded by the class teacher. He hurriedly sat back, lowered his head, and wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The middle-aged Taoist from Taiyi Shengxian Sect looked at the red-haired Taoist with a curious look.

He had heard of this person's reputation.

Hearing is not as good as meeting, and meeting is worse than hearing.

The red-haired spirit is so unfathomable.

Fortunately, there is no need to talk about seniority.

They are all secret supporters of the sect and cannot show their real names.