The onlookers heard Wuzhi's shout.

He couldn't help but laughed and said, "Isn't this...Wujie too cowardly?"

"Ambush others, but in the end they ask for help. If you want help, just ask for help, or ask your own father for help!"

They really couldn't understand Wanjie, who was so arrogant just now, and now he withered.

This shows that Wujie's essence is actually a master who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

When he meets someone who is afraid of him, he will bully him to death.

When he meets someone who is more powerful than him, he will be scared to death.

In fact, when he was at the trial site, Wanjie was not afraid of Chen Hetu at all, and he even felt that he could compete with Chen Hetu.

However, after seeing Chen Hetu take action several times, Wanjie has become afraid of Chen Hetu.

He knew that he was no match for Chen Hetu.

So he didn't even dare to take action.

The figure on the city wall heard the cry for help and waved his hand.

"Wow!"

A large number of immortal cultivators armed with spears suddenly appeared in the city gate.

These people are all composed of the powerful realm, they are the soldiers of the city lord's palace, and they are also immortal cultivators with no possibility of breakthrough.

There are probably thousands of these people.

They all walked towards Chen Hetu and the others.

"Da da da!"

Their steps are neat and full of momentum!

"If you dare to touch my son, I will be killed without mercy!"

The people on the city wall shouted loudly.

At the same time, his figure shook and his body disappeared.

It was obviously a physical exercise.

However, at this moment, the space where he originally stood was distorted.

The next second, he appeared in the same place again, as if he had never moved.

However, there was suddenly someone beside him.

However, the people under the city wall could not be seen at all, only Wuzhi's father could be seen, shrouded in a ball of light.

Moreover, no one had any suspicion, they just thought he was performing some kind of skill.

"Master Wanjie, don't move. If you move again, don't blame me for killing you." The man who appeared next to Wanjie's father said indifferently.

Although his tone was calm, it was full of murderous intent.

Wrinkled into stiffness, he asked: "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to come with me and I'll be fine!" The man who appeared next to City Lord Wan still said indifferently: "You must not resist, otherwise, I will let you go."

Death will disappear."

The city lord frowned and raised his eyebrows, just about to speak.

But, the next second, he appeared in a void of space.

"Where...is this?" City Lord Wrinkle looked around in confusion, and the person next to him had disappeared.

City Lord Wrinkle tried to take a few steps forward, but there was still nothingness in front of him. He couldn't see anything, and he didn't know where he was.

He suppressed the panic in his heart and gradually calmed down.

At this time, he knew.

This is the space of exile and the forbidden area for cultivators.

According to legend, over thousands of years, hundreds of cultivators have been thrown into the exile space, but no one has come out alive.

He suddenly panicked.

"who are you?"

"Let me out quickly!"

"let me out!"

He shouted and became excited.

However, no one responded to him, and he was left in the exiled space.

He understood that he was exiled!

But who did this?

He clasped his hands and carefully searched for the information in his mind.

Soon, he figured it out.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Are you here to help Chen Hetu? Are you his master Feng Wuya?"
Chapter completed!