Otherwise, the remaining physical cauldrons in Tianjing City may not be saved."

He Yunchou nodded slightly and exhaled a white breath.

"I have invited the top three on the black list.

The invisible Tie Youlong, the poisonous scholar Zhang Xu'ao, the divine crow general Xian Yuchou,

Two people from the Third Realm who forged magical bodies, and one was a master from the Fourth Realm who opened up the Qi Sea.

A man with extraordinary lightness skills, even comparable to Su Meng's Hongni Kungfu.

One is good at using poison, and the other is good at thunder and fire.

If you grasp the right time and place, even if you can't kill the old monk, you can contain him for a while and there will be no problem.

They have all entered the capital and are waiting for my order."

If Lei Falcon had not left, hearing these three names, one would definitely be impressed by He Yunchou's generosity.

There is no other reason.

These people are all powerful characters who have been famous in the world for a long time, and ordinary things cannot impress them at all.

Now that we are all involved, I don’t know how much energy it will take.

"At that time, I will personally take action to deal with Ji Yuan.

As long as it's done, even if you give up this identity afterwards, it's still worth it."

He Yunchou seemed to have everything planned out, his eyes sparkling.

"It would be even better if we could use this opportunity to meet Yang Hong, Duke of Liang, and introduce him to the Four Gods.

This person is warlike, arrogant, and domineering, and is most suitable to be the chosen son of the Blood God."

The tentacles extended by the shadow retracted, and an indistinguishable voice came out:

"Only wise and wonderful people should not be trapped.

Disciples, I hope you will succeed.

If Ji Yuan can be removed, the strange people will surely send gifts."

He Yunchou looked up at the void with calm eyes.

When he disturbs this peaceful Tianjing and creates greater disturbances, he will feel an indescribable joy and joy in his heart.

It was as if he was being watched by a strange person, and all the energy and blood in his body became smoother.

There is even a faint feeling of breakthrough.

This is exactly what the Disciples of the Wise Men are after.

Chaos and Gift.

…

…

Datongfang, Qinglong Canal.

In front of the house that had changed its owner, the old monk holding a broken alms bowl suddenly stopped his foot from stepping on the steps.

He turned his head and looked at a corner with cornices, his two snow-white and sparse eyebrows tightened.

"Amitabha."

After gently reciting the Buddha's name, the killing monk did not step into Ji Yuan's residence.
Chapter completed!