Before Zhang Yang could see the heart of heaven and earth, he was blocked by Mu Shaoan. Or, this guy rushed to the entrance of the Sword Immortal Hall and threatened him, saying that if Zhang Yang could not come out, he would turn Qingmu Tiandi to the bottom.

But it should not be too simple to resolve this threat for Zhang Yang. With a thought, a white-haired trumpet rushed over.

"Cousin, are you safe?"

Mu Shaoan looked back and saw that without saying a word, a huge sword light slashed over, but Zhang Yang's white-haired trumpet was not annoyed. As he reached out, a ripples of sword seal spread out, and he steadily removed the sword light.

"Huh? Or a demigod of the law? Fatty Zhang, you are really willing to invest a lot!"

As he said this, Mu Shaoan kept his hands at all. In an instant, various sword techniques, sword seals, and sword formations were smashed down, and they were more powerful each time. However, Zhang Yang's white-haired trumpet was still calmly defending and not attacking. Apart from a set of sword seals, there was only a clear light covering the surroundings. Even the sword energy radiation released by Mu Shaoan was directly recycled and absorbed.

A few seconds later, Mu Shaoan stopped in a bad mood and said in disbelief: "Fatty Zhang is really a big deal. If he gives you one-tenth of the power of the Taoist Ancestor, will he not be afraid of being usurped?"

"My cousin was joking. We were one, so how could we say that we should usurp the throne?" said the treacherous white-haired trumpet calmly.

Mu Shaoan smiled evilly, circled around the white-haired trumpet, and suddenly sighed: "Cousin, I probably can't learn the ability to open a trumpet. The temperament between your trumpet and your subject is simply in the sky and underground. Oh, what is your trumpet and what is your trumpet's name and identity?"

"Chu Yiyang, one of the founders of Xuanmen, ranks seventh in the first disciple of Xuanmen. His strength is the demigod of the law. Of course, it is not the type of Tianjian Sect registered. It is a small trumpet that I have cultivated since three thousand years ago. Now, the power that this small trumpet identifies may scare you, cousin."

"Xuanmen? I have heard of this. It is a secret organization trained by Fatty Zhang. But if you say it scares me, Fatty Zhang, why are you so easy to talk today?"

Mu Shaoan suddenly said suspiciously.

"The enemy is in front of you, and you and I should cooperate sincerely." The white-haired trumpet still said seriously.

"Tell me, Fatty Zhang, if I believe you half a word, I will call An Shaomu in the future."

"Okay, I can't hide it from you. The reason why I used the Great Dao to warn today is that there is an important news to ask my cousin to discuss it, but I am afraid that you will not believe it, and it is very likely that I will stab me to death after I reveal my identity."

"continue."

"I finally received the news from the subject today. He may be returning to help in the near future." The white-haired trumpet said slowly. The two million sword immortals who returned to help from the dream dimension must come back. Even with the unexpected surprise of the Heart of Heaven and Earth, it must be like this. You can't make the mistake of the previous battle again.

Moreover, the heart of heaven and earth must be concealed.

"Return to help?"

Sure enough, this news instantly caught the attention of Mr. Mu's Security Department, "Fatty Zhang didn't say anything else? How to return to the aid, the whole army will return to the aid, or the division of troops will return to the aid, what is the situation outside? If you can reply, tell him that everything is safe in his hometown. You must not lose sight of one thing, and you must not give up the benefits you gained from outside. The key to winning or losing this war is no longer here, but outside."

Mu Shaoan said a lot in one breath, and the white-haired trumpet could only smile helplessly, "Sorry, I don't know anything, but if I analyze it, this return to the aid is probably not the whole army's return to the aid, because that means that the operation of the dream dimension of this expedition has completely failed, so it must have enough foothold outside, so they want to go back to the aid hometown. After all, they are most concerned about the safety of their nests outside."

Mu Shaoan nodded when he heard this.

"Oh, this is the only way for the time being, but where are they going to return to help? Don't force yourself to break through the blockade line. According to reliable information, there are at least three ancient gods and more than a hundred gods in the blockade line outside. Whoever goes out will die. The Sky-Sweeping Sword Formation is not easy to use. I am very worried that your main body's return to help may be wiped out."

"Three ancient gods?"

This time it was Zhang Yang's turn to be surprised.

"Yes, the news is absolutely reliable. It was passed on by your brother 09. By the way, this guy is amazing. He is ready to stand out outside." Mu Shaoan said, staring at the expression of the white-haired trumpet, but he saw nothing.

"This is normal. The 09 trumpet has completed the task. When it cannot be recycled, he is unwilling to destroy it himself, but chooses to open another path. This is understandable. After all, this kind of thing has not happened for the first time. The current subject was just a trumpet that was exiled and abandoned. In order to survive, it is not uncommon to use any means."

"Okay, Fatty Zhang is just a monster. You small trumpets are also monsters. I'd better be a normal person." Mu Shaoan sighed. He couldn't do this. If his small trumpet dares to betray it, it would be impossible to think about it. But Fatty Zhang is still calm and calm. This cliff is a monster.

"Then let it be. Can your Xuanmen be public or semi-public? From now on, you have to intervene in the defense of the Sword Immortal Heaven and Earth. This time the enemy is coming in full force, I feel a little guilty."

The white-haired trumpet said: "Don't worry, our Xuanmen has always been involved. For example, Liang Jin from the Earth Vein Palace is one of our Xuanmen's first disciples, and Pondi, who is responsible for maintaining the defense system of the ancient demon heaven. He is also the Xuanmen's first disciple. In addition, the reason why I appeared this time was that I had the idea of ​​semi-publicizing Xuanmen. After all, this would be the only way to integrate more power when the enemy was in the face of the great enemy, so as to avoid unnecessary waste."

"I'll make up, I Cao!"

Mu Shaoan's face looked strange, "I said Li Gou and I were having fun before, how did Jiang Caterpillar lobby for recruitment? These two guys were unmoved. It turned out to be yours! I was convinced. It's great to be a Taoist ancestor. Now I want to create a new world and become a Taoist ancestor myself."

"If you want, the authority of the Taoist Ancestor can be divided into one-third of yours." The white-haired small-cap Gujing Bubo said authentically.

"Hey, I admire someone not to eat the food that comes from pity! Well, do you keep your word?"

"I'm lying to you! Don't you believe me if you don't say a word? An Shaomu!" The white-haired trumpet suddenly laughed and disappeared without a trace before Mu Shaoan ran away and silenced.

"Come on!"

Mu Shaoan was so angry that he almost blew his beard. However, when he returned to his own acre of three-point land, his angry expression was suddenly replaced by a smile.

"Come on, if Fatty Zhang's main body doesn't come back, I dare to call An Shaomu immediately, and I want to use a small account to fool me. It seems that I can finally save a lot of resources to create the fourth sequence of anti-virus hunters organization. From now on, I will stop doing this, and I will go out to make a fuss in the past six months."

"Small trumpet guards, come to him if you have something to do →"
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