Meng Zhao nodded. It was already very good to be able to dig out this information in such a short time, but his face suddenly became cold, and the whole room seemed to fall into an ice cave. The coldness that penetrated the body turned around in everyone's hearts.

Since learning that Meng Zhao became a master of the primordial master and captured Wu Huai'en, his power has become stronger day after day. His frown and lowered his eyes can make people's heart beat wildly, and he almost thought that it had angered him.

At this time, Meng Zhao was dissatisfied. Even though they were all those whom Meng Zhao relied on and trusted, they were all trembling.

"Puduism is a poor family every year, very good. The thief is indeed undead. He must use thunderous means to make them realize the reality. Well, Zhou Hu, tell me where the location of the Puduism branch is located."

After saying that, Meng Zhao stood up, swung his sleeves, and walked to a screen on the east side of the room.

This jade screen was a gift from the Ding family, and it was already valuable. However, what Meng Zhao cared more about was the detailed map of Lingwu City hanging on the surface.

In addition to the specific terrain and landform, there are also dense small forces marked.

Among the fine and star-like forces, Meng Zhao's eyes flashed, and he poked out his slender fingers as white jade, and gently pressed them on the direction where the poor family of the year were. His eyes were deep and he could not see any fluctuations.

Everyone followed Meng Zhao to the screen, a little curious. They didn't know what Meng Zhao was going to do. Zhou Hu was also confused, but he didn't dare to neglect it. He hurried forward and followed the news from his interrogation and searched on the huge map. Finally, he decided to go to another direction.

Meng Zhao knocked on the location of the Pudu branch, estimated it in his mind, nodded, and was sure...

The outer city of Lingwu is a poor family. Although it is not a major force in the city, it is also a land-based household that has been laid for decades. Its strength cannot be underestimated. Especially with the popularity of martial arts, the magical skill of Suihan, which was passed down from the sect, is one of the unique skills of the cold ice.

According to legend, there are nine levels in total, and the highest level is comprehending, and you are 30% sure to reach the level of a master and become a powerful person.

Unfortunately, since the establishment of a poor family, no one has ever been able to cultivate such a powerful martial arts, let alone enter the realm of a master. Only the ancestor who created this skill may have had a glimpse of such a mysterious martial arts realm.

However, although he has never had a strong master, the innate masters in the sect have never been cut off. In addition, he is quite humble in his behavior, so he is unable to explore and has enough to protect himself in Lingwu City.

Even though Meng Zhao caused a bloody storm and annexed eleven forces of all sizes, it has never been affected by it when it was in a turmoil.

At this time, the leader of the Suihan Sect was in a slightly dark and cold secret room, paced back and forth anxiously, sighing, and showing an expression of annoyance from time to time, feeling that he was really confused.

He was actually moved by the evildoer in hell in a few words, and he dared to be unfavorable to the Meng family. It's stupid, stupid, stupid!

He looked like he was in his forties, his qi and blood had begun to decline, his eyes were slightly turbid, and he was actually older, but because of his practice of innate Qigong and his ability to keep his face, he looked a little younger.

The leader of the Suihan Sect once had an illegitimate daughter who married her to the heir of a medium-sized family in the city and was protected. The Suihan Sect also maintained a strong trend.

He didn't have much ambitions at first, but he just wanted to find a good family for his daughter and continue to survive in the future. That's all.

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhao killed his son-in-law as soon as he took action, and his biological daughter was beaten as a slave by Meng Zhao and given to the meritorious warriors as slaves and servants. Naturally, she was dissatisfied and angry.

He also thought of coming to find Meng Zhao, spending a price, asking for love, and saving his daughter.

However, because of his timidity and cowardice, he was afraid that his son-in-law would be involved in him, so he did not dare to speak out.

He felt angry and hatred in his heart, but this kind of anger and hatred had no survival soil when facing Meng Zhao's magical martial arts. He lent him three courages and did not dare to plan to assassinate Meng Zhao.

However, there was first hell and then the Pudu Church. The two coaxed and deceived him, and frightened him, which made him get on the pirate ship.

What he was thinking about was nothing more than providing some help and causing trouble for Meng Zhao.

When he really did this, he began to regret it again.

After a while, I was worried that I would help Hell and Pudu Cult to accomplish this, so I completely got on the pirate ship and was manipulated, and I couldn't help myself from then on.

After a while, I was worried that the staff he provided would be discovered, and then my identity and the poor family would be revealed, which would lead to a blow from Meng Zhao.

After a while, with some pleasure and excitement, he hoped that after seeing Wu Huaien being rescued, Meng Zhao was furious but helpless.

But for some reason, the more I want to calm down, the more anxious the mood in my heart becomes, and even the signs of becoming more and more intense.

Moreover, the leader of the poor sect has excellent cultivation, profound internal skills, and healthy body. At this time, he began to sweat involuntarily, his mouth was dry, and his heart beat faster, as if something major disaster was about to come.

The leader of the poor sect wiped off the beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, biting the tip of his tongue, and the pain suppressed his anxious mood that was almost mad, and he returned to his slightest sanity and clarity. He thought to himself,

"My current performance is completely captured by some powerful oppression and murderous intent, but it is extremely safe and there is no foreign enemy invasion. Could it be that I am too concerned?"

A moment of heart movement, the poor sect leader felt that this dark secret room was like a cage, trapping himself in it, completely separated from the outside world, and without hesitation, he opened the door of the secret room and walked out.

However, what made the leader of the poor sect feel heartbroken is that after walking out of this secret room, the feeling of panic and anxiety in his heart not only did not relieve it, but became even stronger. The four words "The First Time of Disaster" almost occupied the entire mind.

Not long after the leader of the poor sect walked out of the secret room, the men, women, young and old, those with martial arts and those without martial arts were all shocked.

Until, above the head, the bright sunshine was suddenly blocked, as if the dogs were eating the sun; the cold wind around was also stagnated, as if the space was frozen.

Hundreds of people looked up at the sky, and a huge palm that could not be seen at the end was slowly pressing down from the sky.

The five fingers are like five divine pillars that stand up in the sky and the earth, and even more like five endless divine dragons, emitting a burning divine light.

The palm of your palm seems to be able to accommodate the vast world, dark and deep, with endless mysterious secrets and sucking people's spirit.

The moment when the giant palm fell from the sky, some people with unstable minds and poor cultivation were directly shocked to become idiots, their spirits dissipated, no different from dead people.
Chapter completed!