The cold-faced supervisor looked at the mountain gate cave carefully built by the Wanbeast Sect and was smashed by heavy artillery in the flames, and watched the elite disciples being divided and strangled by the iron demons outside the domain.

That kind of cold attack has no mercy.

No matter whether the monks or monsters are blocking the eyes of these iron demons, there is no difference in their eyes.

The foundation that Wanbeast Sect has built after three hundred years will be burned to ashes overnight and razed to the ground! After tonight, the thirty-three sects of the Immortal Alliance will become thirty-two sects!

"What the hell are you going to do!"

This unknown speculation made the Supervisor pull out his own magic ruler in a trembling state and point it at Jiang Xia like a sword.

The latter glanced back at him. Lu Wu's power was like a tiger's roar, and a pressure that was not the right one for cultivators in the God Cultivation Realm was heavy as a mountain pressing on the supervisor.

"You are not qualified to listen."

Boss Jiang stopped pretending, and there was no respect in his voice. He spread his hands and said to the trembling supervisor in the background of the burning night sky in the distance:

"Issue Chanyi comes to talk to Benxiong, I know that he has been 'watching' all the time."

"What do you want to say to me?"

The tone of the supervisor next to him suddenly changed, and an old but stern voice came from his mouth, he said:

"Jiang Xia and Jiang Ziheng! What you did tonight is much more than the tricks of your head Mo Jun. You have more reasons to be locked up in the Demon-Suppressing Tower than him."

"If you dare to lock me up, I will dare to demolish it."

Lao Jiang bluntly argued:

"Come on, hurt each other and see who hurts more!"

The atmosphere in the car became silent.

After a breath, Boss Jiang took the initiative to speak:

"I don't want to make things so bad. Immortal Lord, you are the first sea of ​​suffering I encountered on my path of cultivation. You don't know how much I respect you.

This is the case in the bitter wood realm, and some things can't be done if you don't say anything.

You are conservatives, I am radicals, and everyone is trying to survive in death. It’s just that the methods are different. It’s normal to have some conflicts, and it’s okay to cooperate.

But I really don't vomit any things.

I have been joining Moshuang Mountain for less than two years, but I have indeed learned a lot from my head, my master, and my predecessors.

I am proud of my current identity. The ancestors have done great things, and we younger generations cannot let them down.

But in the five hundred years they fought hard, let’s see what you have done... Don’t you kill the messes like the Dragon Palace in the West Sea, Tieshan, and Yin Fu Gong quickly. Is it interesting to keep them disgusting?

I didn't waste your time, I just said it.

You can only choose one of Moshuang Mountain and Juhuang Valley, Tieshan will die tonight! The Taoist Ancestor Fushi can't save him even if he comes!

I said it!

After that, I either brought me the head of Yin Fu Gong or took it myself. I dared to offer a reward for killing me in the Blood Killing Palace, which really gave me the immortal face!

If I don’t kill him, I feel really unhappy.
Chapter completed!