However, when the scalper left, Li Er still told him: "If you can save it, save it. If you can't save it, don't force it. People still have to know their destiny."

"In short, Mr. Niu will make a quick decision and return to Jiangdong as soon as possible."

Li Er asked Yellow Ox to rescue the Sword Master and the others, just out of national justice. It would be best if they could be saved, but even if they couldn't be saved, it could only be said that the strength of the Martial God Temple was exhausted.

The most important thing now is Yunding Mountain.

Those gathered here are all heroes and elites from Jiangdong and Jiangbei, as well as Mr. Chu's relatives, friends and sons.

Therefore, Li Er naturally told scalpers to come back as soon as possible.

"Yeah, don't worry."

"You have formation protection here."

"This formation is very mysterious."

"Even if I, the old cow, forcefully break in, I'm afraid I won't be able to break it open for a while."

"You have the protection of the formation. Even if the Trumen army really comes, you can still stop them for a long time."

Huang Niu patted Li Er on the shoulder, telling him not to be afraid.

"Okay, I'm leaving now!"

Yellow Ox shouted, then took two pig's trotters in his mouth, stepped into the air, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Second...Second Master, this...what kind of creature is this?"

At the top of Yunding Mountain, everyone looked at the Yellow Ox leaving, but they were extremely shocked.

It just feels like watching a movie.

Li Er shook his head: "I don't know either. However, this scalper probably has no ill intentions toward us."

"From the few words it said, I felt that it had a close relationship with Mr. Chu."

"Presumably, Mr. Chu left us Jiangdong with another protection before his death."

"Mr. Chu has been extremely benevolent and righteous to us Jiangdong."

"First build a protective formation to cover my Jiangdong elders."

"Now, another sacred cow has come to the world to protect our safety."

“It’s really a blessing for me in Jiangdong to have Mr. Chu!”

Li Er was filled with admiration.

Lei Laosan and others beside him were also deeply moved.

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Yanshan, under the Temple of Martial Arts.

It is already devastated.

As far as the eye can see, there are many ravines.

The bright red blood flows down the rugged rocks of Yanshan Mountain like fresh blood.

After all, the martial arts coalition from various provinces formed by the Sword Master, the King of Fighters, and others was unable to withstand the Chumen's overwhelming army.

After several days of fierce fighting, they were completely defeated.

In the end, it turned into a one-sided massacre!

The warriors from Jiangnan Province, Xijiang Province, the Three Eastern Provinces and other provinces all fell under the butcher's knife of the powerful Chumen.

Tang Hao, the Grandmaster of Haotian, couldn't bear to see the warriors of Yanxia being brutally slaughtered.

Despite being seriously injured, he rushed into the battle and fought to the death with those strong men from the Chu Clan.

However, the gap in strength between the two parties is huge.

There was no need for Chu Yuan to take action at all. Several elders of the Chu Clan joined forces with the Chu Family Long Guard and nearly ten powerful masters to strangle Tang Hao.

Even consumption can consume a titled grandmaster to death!

What's more, the strong men of Chumen all master the combined attack formation.

With the ten great masters joining forces, even if they faced off against Tang Hao head-on, they would not fall behind at all.

In the end, Tang Hao died in battle!

He was pierced through the heart by a group of Truman elders with swords.

That day, blood soaked the sky, and the scarlet blood was more dazzling than the blazing sunset.

The once burly and majestic Hanzhi fell like this on that hot summer evening!

"Tang Hao!"

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"Grandmaster Haotian!"

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Behind him, countless people shouted with compassion.

The miserable cries and roars were like tens of millions of people crying together.

However, Tang Hao could no longer hear the suffering of this world.

He stood on the top of Yanshan Mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed his whole body red.

The black giant hammer in his hand no longer has its former glory.

However, he still held it.

Those bloody eyes looked at the Truman army in front of them, at the corpses of their compatriots at their feet, at the devastated land of China, and at the God of Death, gradually approaching.

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Chapter completed!