The most powerful system in history

Chapter 687
The new and old overlords of the ten legendary five states, each of whom is a three-layer cultivation base in Yuanshi, can span a long distance in just one step.

It happened that at this time, in the Grand Canyon of Ice and Snow, the scene was a little awkward.

"Whoo~"

"huhu"

In the howling wind and snow, everyone stared at the White Ghost, the elder of the Holy Gate, even a group of his subordinates.

Everyone is very curious, why is the white ghost still so persistent and dare not give in?
After all, his face was already swollen from the beating.

If it were an ordinary person, facing Wu Liang, a strong man in the Yuanshi Realm, he would have bowed his head a long time ago, and it is not ashamed anyway.

However, the white ghost just didn't bow his head.

The old man who repeatedly set up the flag dragged his seriously injured body, with his head stuck, and looked at Wu Liang, which made people feel admiration.

What an upright old man!
Of course, the white ghost is also in a difficult situation at this time.

As a monk in the Wuji Realm, he could clearly feel the injuries in his body, which were getting worse. If this continued, even if he recovered in the future, he might face the risk of a decline in his cultivation.

If you want to be subdued, but the flag is up, wouldn't it be frustrating to be subdued again.

"No, no, I can't be soft, hold on, the Lord Sect Master will definitely come."

While cheering himself up, the white ghost begged from the bottom of his heart for Di Shitian to come sooner, so he barely managed to hold on to his last stubbornness.

But as time passed, the white ghost's thoughts of regret became more and more profound.

Every breath that passes means that his cultivation level will drop a bit.

This painful "price" is not what he wants to pay.

Breathe!
Two breaths!

Three breaths!

Seeing that his cultivation was likely to fall to the Promise Realm forever, the white ghost finally completely regretted it.

"Hey, the master of the door may be entertaining the masters of other forces, so he has no time to take care of this place."

"Forget it, I admit it."

With this thought flashing through his mind, the white ghost finally lowered his head slightly, then turned around and prepared to leave with a group of his men.

Originally, Wu Liang had no intention of stopping him.

Zuo Zuo is nothing more than a domineering old monk in the Promise Realm, not worthy of Wu Liang's concern.

But the moment the white ghost turned around, Wu Liang raised his brows suddenly, as if he had sensed something, a familiar and sinister curve of the corner of his mouth was raised immediately.

"Wait!"

Wu Liang spoke abruptly, and stopped the Holy Gate side.

"Senior, I've lost my cultivation and already surrendered, so what should I do, senior?"

Although his heart was full of anger, the white ghost turned around and said out of concern for his own life.

If it is a strong man with grace, he should let the white ghost go at this time.

However, Wu Liang is not.

On the contrary, this guy has frequent convulsions, and his bad taste can't be stopped at all.

The next moment, everyone saw that this guy put his nostrils upside down, like Long Aotian, and then asked disdainfully: "Old man, my head asks you, are you convinced that you lost to my head?"

At this moment, the white ghost also felt that he had seen Wu Liang's temperament. It was nothing more than a dandy young master who was lucky enough to become a strong man in the Yuanshi Realm.

To deal with this kind of person, the white ghost felt that it was okay to give up first, so he replied without hesitation: "Submit!"

"Do you know the identity of the master?"

"Senior is the head of Nine Cauldron Sect Wu!"

"Then what is your identity?"

"Old Elder of the Holy Gate."

Obviously, the white ghost gave up on himself a little bit, and felt that he was nothing more than bearing the humiliation of the dandy young master, and he could bear it.

Sure enough, the next moment he heard another boring question from Wu Liang.

"Very good, then who lost to whom, which sect lost to which sect?"

Because of the foreshadowing of the previous questions, and when he uttered this question, there was a trace of special power in Wu Liang's voice.

The white ghost didn't notice, and followed Wu Liang's question, and gave the answer directly.

"It was the old man who lost to the senior, and the Holy Gate who lost to the Jiudingzong..."

Almost at the moment when the White Ghost's voice fell, a sudden change occurred in the Grand Canyon of Ice and Snow.

"Boom~"

A huge void portal suddenly appeared, and a figure that made everyone in the field tremble slowly came out of the portal.

Ancient and clumsy robes, terrifying masks, mysterious vertical pupils... instantly revealed the identity of the visitor.

Emperor Shitian, the master of the Holy Gate!
The call of the white ghost was finally fulfilled, and the great door master really came.

But at this moment, watching Di Shitian appear, the white ghost didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart, what he had was just the fear of falling into the abyss.

The old man's already pale face turned pale beyond human appearance in an instant.

What a tragedy!

Just now, Di Shitian, who is the head of the holy gate, couldn't see his unyielding appearance, but when he appeared, he saw the scene of him surrendering and admitting defeat.

The most terrible thing is that the last sentence was just heard by Di Shitian.

Holy Gate lost to Jiudingzong!
If someone else said this sentence, it would be nothing but slander and slander.

But the person who said this was an elder of the Holy Gate, and his persuasive power was just...  

If Di Shitian's aura was not too terrifying, everyone in the field would have burst into laughter.

However, there was one person who didn't care about Di Shitian's terrifying aura at all.

Wu Liang, seeing the scene in front of him, didn't show any surprise on his face, as if he knew it would happen.

This guy lowered his head slightly, his shoulders began to shrug, and strange and dull laughter came from Wu Liang's mouth.

Although it was covered up, it was better not to be covered up.

Which one in the field is not a monk, and which one doesn't know that this guy is gloating.

Especially at the next moment, when nine void portals appeared one after another, Wu Liang smiled even more wantonly.

And laughter is contagious.

Others didn't dare to laugh, but those who appeared just now, like the Wuji Sword Master, were unscrupulous. With the strong perception of the aura between the heaven and the earth, they all understood what happened here almost as soon as they appeared.

Most of the masters of the emerging forces like the Holy Gate remained silent, but the corners of the mouths of the masters of the old forces curled up.

They are happy to see the Holy Gate make a fool of themselves.

Especially the Wuji Sword Master, if there were not hundreds of monks of the Wuji Sword School who were limp beside him, he might be smiling like a child weighing [-] kilograms.

Even so, the Everlasting Juggernaut was full of comfort.

It's like taking a fairy medicine, it's incomparably smooth.

Ever since Di Shitian Hengkong, the head of the holy gate, has been suppressing him, making him, the Promise Sword Master who has suppressed Prison State for thousands of years, feel extremely unhappy, but now he let out a fierce breath of anger , even if it wasn't him who did it, it didn't prevent him from having a good time.

The Promise Sword Master burst out laughing inwardly, and at the same time gave Wu Liang an admiring look at Wu Liang, who had succeeded in his wickedness.Although it was the first time we met, Juggernaut couldn't help admiring Wu Liang because of how he liked him, "He's really an excellent junior, not bad."

The praise from the Sword Master of Promise is probably the best evaluation Wu Liang has received since his debut.

Of course, in the not-too-distant future, the Sword Master of Promise regretted giving such an evaluation, and took it back with his own mouth.

(End of this chapter)