Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 1255
Yan Nan said: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the thirteen magic arts, the death order of the puppet, and those who are beheaded will surrender."

Meng Luoluo said: "What does it mean that those who have been beheaded all submit?"

Yan Nan said: "To put it bluntly, all the people killed by him will become his servants, obeying all his orders like puppets."

Meng Luoluo was surprised: "So powerful?!"

At this time, the Mozu True Immortal turned his attention to Su Bujin again, and said, "My name is Mozhu, and I have lived in the southern continent of the Qiyuan Realm for 10 years."

Immediately afterwards, Mo Zhu approached Su Bujin, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Are you also from the Qiyuan Realm?"

Su Bujin looked normal, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Mo Zhu said: "Is it necessary to pretend to be with me? Although it's been a long time, I can still smell the smell of the devil peach from you. I think you are the Su Bujin who defeated the devil peach." , I've heard of your name."

Su Bujin's fingers trembled subconsciously, neither admitting nor denying, she just asked, "Who are you?"

Mo Zhu said: "One of the thirteen lords of the Southern Continent, the lord of the dead zone, Mo Zhu."

Su Bujin didn't continue to hide it, and said directly: "Are you from the Forgotten Land?"

Mo Zhu said: "That's right."

Su Bujin frowned and said, "I didn't expect that the cultivation bases of your lords are so different. Motao is just a quasi-immortal of the second calamity, but you have already reached the peak of the real fairyland."

Mo Zhu said: "No, the magic peach is also an immortal. To be precise, all of our thirteen district masters are immortals. It's just that they are far from being able to exert their full strength because of the suppression of Qiyuan Realm's cultivation. And my cultivation is not only a true immortal, but I have been suppressed for 10 years, and I can't recover all of it for a while. It will take a lot of time for me to fully recover, but the speed of your growth is really impressive. Surprised me, if Demon Peach saw you now, she would probably be shocked too."

Su Bujin said, "What do you want to do?"

Mo Zhu grinned and said: "It's nothing, I just want to know, which one is stronger, your Liuyingfanghua or my death order?"

Seeing that Su Bujin and Mo Zhu were talking, Meng Luoluo asked curiously, "What are they talking about?"

Yan Nan stared at Su Bujin, with a flickering light in his eyes, and said: "It seems that she doesn't want us to hear the content of the conversation, but I didn't expect her to know this real demon fairy. I really don't know who she is."

"Crack!" At this moment, the proprietress of Zuixianlou clapped her hands and said, "Now the number of people is just right, we can start now, juniors, let's go."

Hell.

The underworld is still going on, and the fairy kings of the nine clans are still there, but the gambler who is the hand of the underworld is not there, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Impatient eyes appeared in the eyes of the witch old woman, and she said to the old servant with some displeasure: "The dark ceremony should have ended long ago, we have been staying here for several days, when will we be able to leave?"

The old servant lowered his eyelids, half asleep, as if he didn't hear.

The old woman of the witch tribe was furious, she couldn't bear it anymore, and said sharply: "Where did that gambler go? He left so many of us here. Does he think he can do whatever he wants because he is the hand of the underworld? My witch tribe will not serve you anymore! "

After finishing speaking, the old witch woman stood up angrily and wanted to leave.

At this time, Cui Jingsheng, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, said calmly, "What's the hurry, the Battle Fairy Festival hasn't started yet, are the Wu Clan so impatient?"

The old woman of the witch clan snorted coldly and said, "We don't need to be involved in such trivial matters as the Battle of Immortals Festival. What's your concern about the fight between a group of youngsters? If you like to watch it, you can watch it yourself!"

Cui Jingsheng said: "You are the oldest in the room, but you also know the least rules. As a senior, you don't need to care about the battle of the immortals, but don't you care about the next battle between the immortals and the underworld?"

The old woman of the Wu Clan sneered and said, "Isn't there a hand in the underworld commanding the battle of the Underworld? He is so capable, so let him lead you to fight. There is no need for us Wu Clan to come forward."

Cui Jingsheng looked at the old woman of the Wu clan and said, "Is the Wu clan venting their dissatisfaction? The upper three clans have controlled the power of the underworld for so many years. This is the first time they have tasted the feeling of losing power and they don't want to continue to contribute. This is a bit unreasonable."

The old woman of the Wu clan said: "It's not your turn to point fingers from the upper three clans, let alone you, even if the hand of the underworld is here, I still dare to say this sentence, my Wu clan is not his gambler's subordinate, want to Command us? Never mind!"

Yesha Immortal King said in a strange way: "As expected of the upper three clans, they are full of confidence, unlike our Yasha clan who are small and small. In this kind of scene, they dare not even vent their anger, let alone oppose the underworld in public. hand."

Immortal King Shaling also echoed: "Yes, I think the three clans might as well create another hell."

They have had a long-standing grudge against the upper three clans. For so many years, the upper three clans have always contributed the least amount of effort and gained the most benefits. They have long been dissatisfied with the behavior of the upper three clans. Now seeing that the upper three clans have lost power in the underworld, they Naturally, he was happy to add insult to injury.

The old woman of the Wu Clan said angrily: "You bastards, you are against the sky. Could it be that you want to start a war with my Wu Clan before the battle between the Immortals and Underworld begins?"

The Immortal King of the Xiong Clan said: "It seems that the Wu Clan is really used to being domineering and domineering. They fight and kill at every turn. If there is no hand from the underworld, the Wu Clan will not know how arrogant they will be in the future."

The old woman of the witch clan laughed back angrily: "Okay, okay, okay, I can see it. After the gambler came back, you guys are all hard-nosed. Do you really think that my upper three clans have lost power in the underworld? I Let me tell you, it's not up to the underworld for him to gamble with ghosts and cover the sky with one hand!"

Cui Jingsheng said: "We have no other intentions, we just want the upper three clans to make it clear that the masters of the underworld are not you."

The old woman of the Wu clan said: "The master of the underworld is not us, but he is not a gambler. It is absolutely impossible to command our Wu clan!"

The scene became more and more uncontrollable, and the atmosphere became more and more tense, with a strong smell of gunpowder permeating the air, which might erupt at any time.

"Cough cough."

At this moment, a clear coughing sound came, accompanied by the sound of the wheels rolling, reaching everyone's ears.

Ok?
Hearing this voice, the fairy kings present all changed their colors.

The arrogance of the witch old woman disappeared instantly, and a look of disbelief gradually appeared on her face: "Who is this voice?!"

Immediately afterwards, the gambler came in from the outside pushing a wheelchair.

In a wheelchair, there is a paralyzed woman.

(End of this chapter)