run?

Of course run.

Although Li Shier can still crush the current old ghost of Lishan in terms of ability, the damage of such a top-level master who sacrifices his life will be incalculable.

If you resist hard, Li Shier will definitely be injured.

And not light.

Just now, he just spent a little spiritual power to activate the illusion, and he was so scared that the old ghost in Leshan decided to die.

Now that the goal has been achieved, the old ghost is bound to die, why should he hurt himself?

"Are you dead?" Zhang Wanbai was a little surprised on the hall.

Someone actually came out of it?

It's impossible!

The power of the old ghost in Lishan is obvious to all.

Not all the great masters who entered the hall just now were dead?

Why can a teenager come out safely?

"Of course I won't die." Li Shier ran wildly under his feet and shouted: "But you are going to die!"

"I'm dead?" Zhang Wanbai was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Can I die? Just by my feet..."

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The earth shakes!

Li Shier took advantage of the impact and jumped and landed a kilometer away.

My clothes were already torn.

Too cruel.

This is not only a dying attempt by the old ghost in the mountains, but also the spiritual power stored in the Ten Palaces of Yama Formation.

All exploded.

Thousands of war horses, along with the Black Song League soldiers brought by Zhang Wanbai, turned into blood mist.

No one can withstand the destructive power brought by the self-destruction of the old ghost in Lishan.

All the warriors, including the Kunlun Mountains, were blown up and dizzy.

All over his body was injured.

It was as strong as Feng Xingluo, and he even vomited blood.

"Is it okay?" Li Shier swept away the dust on his body, walked to Zhang Jinsong, and pulled it up.

Fortunately, Zhang Jinsong was far away, and fortunately, there were a group of great masters in front of him.

Otherwise, he would have died long ago.

"I can't die!" Zhang Jinsong smiled and grabbed Li Shier's hand, grinned and stood up.

The injury was obviously serious.

"Hei Songmeng, will you listen to you?" Li Shier asked.

If the Hei Song Alliance can listen to Zhang Jinsong, there will be no obstacles along the way.

If you don't listen, you may have to kill you again.

"If I could appear in the royal court, no forces dared to disobey me on the surface. But outside the royal court, I'm afraid it won't work." Zhang Jinsong coughed lightly, and his nose was shaken out of blood.

"My four...three emperors control the royal court. I'm afraid that those sent out now are their confidants. That scene in the morning will probably happen again."

After hearing this, Li Shier nodded: "Then go to Wangting directly."

Even the Imperial Guards don’t listen to this king, who else can they expect to be loyal?

Li Shier naturally understood these principles.

If a ally with many forces dares to despise the imperial power, if there is not enough power to make the rest of the forces afraid, it is seeking death.

The same is true for Lenghan to choose to establish a false holy master.

No one dared to stand up and clearly oppose the former Holy Lord.

Although Nanshanhan has cleaned up a group of people, many people just keep their thoughts in their hearts.

The appearance of the former Holy Lord gave them a reason to explode.

"Pack up and get ready. Let's go directly to the royal court tomorrow night!"

Li Shier drew out his long sword and said loudly.

"In addition, put Zhang Wanbai's head in a box and give it to Hei Songmeng! Just say that it was the head of the West Building."

...

In the royal court.

Singing and dancing to peace.

The three brothers of the Zhang family sat in the bedroom where the king could only live before, watching the dancer singing and dancing in front of them, and were so happy.

"This wine was brewed when the former kings added their crowns. In a blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed. We brothers and a few of us were born a hundred years later than the former kings, and we just enjoy it!"

Zhang Wanhong raised his wine glass and looked at the two brothers: "I have good news, I want to tell you."

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

Zhang Wanhuang was also happy.

Thinking of the help of the old ghost in Lishan, they were about to sweep Kunlun and Zuoqiu and achieve supreme hegemony.

How to be unhappy?

"Brother, stop keeping it aside." Zhang Wanhei sat in Zhang Jinsong's seat in the past, looked at the two of them, and picked up the wine glasses: "If you have something to do, let's talk about it after you finish drinking!"

"Okay!" Zhang Wanhong raised his glass to drink, and then slapped the table suddenly: "Master, he is going to come out of seclusion!"

"Puff..." Zhang Wanhuang squirted out a sip of wine and said in disbelief: "Really?"

"If you are joking about this, don't blame me for turning against me!" Zhang Wanhei's eyes also had surprises and expectations!

The Ten Palaces of Yama Formation that can trap the old ghosts in the mountains is set up by their masters.

"Look, who is here?" Zhang Wanhong clapped his hands, and a Taoist priest walked in from outside.

"This is..." Zhang Wanhei was a little surprised.

Very good eyes.

"Let me introduce it." Zhang Wanhong stood up and pointed at the Taoist priest: "The master is a disciple who is behind closed doors, and is known as the East Sea Monster. In the martial arts world, the East Sea Monster and the West Sea God and Buddha, they are powerful figures."

"I dare not take it. I have been experiencing outside for many years, and I am ashamed of my master." The East Sea demon Taoist bowed slightly and saluted several people.

"Junior brother, come and sit here!" Zhang Wanhei hurriedly stood up, walked towards the East Sea Demon Road, and grabbed the other party's hand: "Junior brother, this is your home in the future. What news is there on the master's side?"

"The master noticed that the Ten Palaces of Yama Formation was activated and knew that something big happened to the Hei Song League." Donghai Monster Dao took out a cell phone from his arms and handed it to Zhang Wanhei: "One day, the master will be here from my Donghai."

"Look."

The three brothers of the Zhang family immediately surrounded him and opened the video on their phones.

In the video, an old man was sitting on the waves of the East China Sea.

"I have already broken through the gates. Don't be impatient. Let's discuss it when my teacher arrives."

"What a master!" Zhang Wanhei couldn't help laughing: "With a master in charge, plus the old ghost in the mountains, can anyone stop us in the world?"

"Yes, we have prepared a surprise for the master." Zhang Wanhuang nodded, took out his cell phone and called Zhang Wanbai. "What's wrong with Lao Bai? There has been no news?"

"Don't worry, there are many people in Kunlun Mountain, so Lao Bai is busy for a while. With the old ghost in the mountains here, what else can happen?" Zhang Wanhei said with a smile.

The words have not ended.

A guard ran over outside the door.

"The Seventh Prince sent a brocade box from the front line, saying that it contained the head of the West Building."

The guard knelt on the ground, holding the box in both hands.

"Okay! Look, I'm right?" Zhang Wanhei took the box and was about to open it.

"Slow down! Lao Hei, why not leave it to the master? When the master comes, give him a surprise?"

After Zhang Wanhuang said that, the three brothers looked at each other and laughed.

"Junior brother, don't tell the master about this. When he comes, we will give him a surprise!" Zhang Wanhei said to the North Sea demon and carefully took the box under the throne.

Place it well.

I guess the master will be very happy after seeing it, right?
Chapter completed!