Super Goddess Plunder System

Chapter 125 My Seat, Overlord!
The leading middle-aged man stared blankly at the Supreme Elder in the distance, and his heart was shaken. If even the Supreme Elder couldn't hold the sharp gun, who could hold the sharp gun?
Once Tiemu Shenqiangmen lost his sharpshooter, it would be like an eagle losing its wings.

An anxious look appeared on the old man's face. Once the magic gun was summoned away by the mysterious person, the Tiemu gunmen would definitely suffer disaster.Over the years, there have been quite a few people secretly peeping at the Tiemu Shenqiangmen. The reason why they dare not do anything is because of the existence of the Shengun.

Soon, the old man rushed to a cave halfway up the mountain.

This cave is very ordinary, but the anxiety on the old man's face gradually disappeared, showing awe, took a deep breath, and walked into the cave slowly.

"Master, please wake up!" After entering the cave, the energy in the old man's body rolled out, intertwined into a big net, and penetrated into the mountain wall.

"Boom!"

The whole cave vibrated violently, and a faint voice sounded in the ears of the old man, as if it came from a distant country, "What's the matter?"

Hearing the old voice ringing in his ears, the old man trembled, his eyes showed excitement.

The entire Tiemu Shenqiangmen thought that he was the strongest, but only the old man knew that there was another warrior who was even more terrifying than him.

That is his late master.

"Master, the sharp gun has been revived, and I can't hold it steady!" the old man said in a trembling voice.

"I see!"

"boom!"

With the sound of the old man's voice, the volumes of heaven and earth spiritual energy kept staring, intertwined with each other, and finally turned into a big hand, rushing out of the cave.

"Is this the power of Venerable Pokong?"

Envy and longing appeared in the eyes of the old man. Although he claimed to be the Venerable Pokong, his real state was only congenital Dzogchen. Only with the help of the sharp spear, could he cross the shackles and possess the fighting power of the Venerable Pokong.

At this moment, all the disciples of Tiemu Shenqiangmen felt a terrifying pressure, as if mountains were constantly falling on their shoulders.

In their horrified eyes, a palm condensed by the aura of heaven and earth rose into the sky halfway up the mountain.

The palm condensed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth grew rapidly, and when it reached the top of the mountain, it was already more than 30 feet long, covering the sky and the sun, like the palm of a god and demon.

On the top of the mountain, the three middle-aged men stared dumbfounded at the huge palms pressing towards the main hall, each of them was shaken.

"That? Is that the power of strength?"

"Venerable Pokong, there is a Pokong Venerable in our Tiemu Shenqiang sect?"

"Did the Supreme Elder break through?"

The three middle-aged people knew very well that the Supreme Elder was only half a step away from the Pokong Venerable, so the most likely person who appeared at the Tiemu Shenqiang Gate was the Supreme Elder.

"boom!"

The hall burst, and the huge palm squeezed suddenly, pinching the spinning wooden spear.

At the moment when the huge palm held the wooden spear, Xiao Zhao outside the villa suddenly spewed out a mouthful of bright red blood.

"Xiao Zhao!"

Wang Tianshuai, who had just walked to the window, saw Xiao Zhao vomit blood and fell backwards, his face changed drastically. He smashed the glass window blocking the front with his fist, jumped out of the window like a demon god, and shot towards Xiao Zhao.

Real Qi Yang and Zhao Texun who heard the movement also rushed out.

When they saw Wang Tianshuai, who was wearing jet-black armor like Mo Bawang, holding the Nuba Spear and God Destroyer Shield, their hearts were shocked.

"Chuck!"

Throwing the Nuba Spear and God Destroyer Shield on the ground, Wang Tianshuai helped Xiao Zhao, who was as pale as paper, "Xiao Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

"Tian Shuai, help me!"

"How to help?"

"Energy!"

"it is good!"

Without any hesitation, Wang Tianshuai took a deep breath, put his hands on Xiao Zhaoxiang's shoulders, and poured strands of thunder energy into the opponent's body.

Trying his best to control the energy of the thunder, Wang Tianshuai's expression was solemn, the transmission of energy is not that simple, if he is not careful, there will be backlash.

As soon as the thunder energy poured into Xiao Zhao's body, before he had time to devour the energy in Xiao Zhao's body, he was shattered by Wang Tianshuai, turned into the purest energy, and was immediately swallowed by the energy in Xiao Zhao's body.

Xiao Zhao gritted her teeth, and put her right hand on the phantom of the spear, with a stubborn look in her beautiful eyes.

"Buzz!"

The lines on the phantom of the spear became clearer and clearer.

In the distance, Taoist Qi Yang and Zhao Texun looked at each other.

"Master Zhao, they don't want to use the phantom of the magic gun to summon the real magic gun?"

"How is it possible!" Zhao Texun shook his head violently, "This is impossible, the sharp gun is the treasure of the Tiemu Shenqiang sect, how could they know the summoning method. Besides, the martial world and the secular world have very strong magnetic field shielding , it is impossible for the sharp gun to come across the magnetic field!"

"But, didn't Hong Taidou summon the phantom of the sharp gun just now?"

"That's different!"

"What's the difference?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure they couldn't summon the sharp gun. I guess, they just want to stabilize the phantom of the spear now."

"Master Zhao is right, I must be thinking too much!" Taoist Qi Yang comforted himself, but he felt that things would definitely not be so simple.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, in front of Wang Tianshuai and Xiao Zhao, a door intertwined with lightning opened suddenly, and one could vaguely see a pair of big hands condensed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, holding a wooden spear fiercely.

"Oh my god, they are really calling for the sharp guns of Iron Wood Guns!"

"Crazy?" Zhao Texun's expression was dull, as if he saw a ghost.

In Wujie, the wooden spear lifted into the air slowly and heavily, tugging at the big Jinyuan hand that held it.

The three middle-aged men's mouths grew big, and they stared blankly at the door intertwined with lightning that appeared in front of the wooden spears.

"This, this?"

"Being called away, the sharp gun is going to be called away!"

"Who is that?"

"My God, is it a god?"

Thousands of disciples of Tiemu Shenqiangmen all raised their heads in unison, staring at the thunder and lightning gate that appeared in midair.

Vaguely, everyone saw a man in a black armor holding a girl in his arms.

Suddenly, the man in black battle armor stood up, his eyes flashed with anger, a large purple shield suddenly appeared in his hand, engraved with birds and beasts on it, and a black spear was held in the other hand. Opening the gate, everyone could still clearly feel a suffocating aura of majesty, just like the wrath of the god of war.

"Who are you!"

An old voice echoed through the entire Ironwood Sharpshooter Gate.

In the secular world, outside the villa, Wang Tianshuai was mad with anger.

He didn't know what happened before, all he knew was that with the appearance of the Light Gate, Xiao Zhao's life was in danger, and the phantom of the spear not only crazily devoured Xiao Zhao's energy, but even his energy and spirit. .

Hearing the voice coming from the Guangmen, Wang Tianshuai's heart was full of anger, holding the Nuba gun, determined to destroy the Guangmen, and said through gritted teeth: "My seat, Overlord!"

(End of this chapter)