Liu Qiushui glanced at the boundless scenery a few times, then bowed respectfully to the Hongri hanging high in the sky and said, "Qiushui pays homage to the Heavenly Lord."

The rolling red sun instantly turned into a figure wearing a fiery red Taoist robe. The figure looked like jade, and the whole person stood between heaven and earth, with a unique charm.

Liu Qiushui was extremely familiar with Yan Chenzhou, but at this moment, looking at Yan Chenzhou who was tall and like a god king, he still couldn't help but feel a little respect in his heart.

This kind of reverence is a kind of reverence from the heart, a kind of reverence for the strong, and a kind of reverence that is convinced and promising.

"You don't have to be too polite for junior brothers. Why are we brothers so polite? Speaking of which, I still like to hear you call me Senior brother."

As Yan Chenzhou spoke, he waved his hand gently, and Liu Qiushui felt that his body was supported by an invisible force.

As the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, Liu Qiushui's control over his body can be said to have reached the peak. But now, with Yan Chenzhou gently waved his hand, he felt that he could not resist this force.

The gap between himself and his senior brother was getting bigger and bigger. Since Liu Qiushui felt very uncomfortable, it also made him a little excited.

Throwing this unhappy mood behind your head, Liu Qiushui said in a deep voice: "The so-called etiquette cannot be abolished. Now, the senior brother is in power. The more senior brother you are, the more you cannot ruin your etiquette."

Yan Chenzhou smiled and said, "If you don't accept it, just kill me, Qiu Shui. Why bother with the ants thinking?"

Speaking of this, Yan Chenzhou waved his hand and said, "You come here to see me. What's the matter?"

"I am here to see my senior brother this time, and I have something to discuss with you." Liu Qiushui was talking and saw a red Panlong Jindun appearing in front of him, and Yan Chenzhou, who was standing in a bad situation, sat on a huge Nine Dragon Panyun Throne.

Liu Qiushui looked at Yan Chenzhou's faint smile, hesitated for a moment, and sat down on the plate of Long Jindun, then continued to clasp his fists and said, "Senior Brother, do you still remember Fang Ling?"

"Why don't you remember? Junior brother, you found the trace of that evil. If so, even if you stop attacking Zong Zhou now, you will kill that guy between heaven and earth." Yan Chenzhou's plain face flashed with a hint of anger, and with this surging anger, the originally calm void rose thousands of feet in an instant.

When the king was angry, he buried his corpse for thousands of miles.

As the Heavenly Lord Yan Chenzhou, in this small space refined by him, his anger can change the color of the heaven and earth.

Liu Qiushui was also very angry about Fang Ling, but he did not agree with Yan Chenzhou's attitude. Although Fang Ling was hateful, it was not enough to make his brothers abandon major issues and pursue them.

What's more, the mysterious existence around Fang Ling made him really worried. Although that person has not appeared with Fang Ling for more than 20 years, maybe that sneer will appear at any time.

He also thought of this and then hurriedly came to find Yan Chenzhou. After all, this sneer was a person who could change the overall situation of the world.

"Senior Brother. I haven't noticed Fang Ling's traces, but I'm not worried about Fang Ling, but that sneer!"

Liu Qiushui said this and pondered for a moment, "Although you have great magic power, you are extremely mysterious. If he and Mr. Zhiyi join forces, you may suffer a loss in the hands of these two people."

"Although our army at the Heavenly Sect is as powerful as the sky, the key to victory or defeat is dependent on you, Senior Brother."

"If the senior brother suffers a loss at the hands of these two people, then there will be major changes in our battle to pacify the sect and Zhou. So I think that although there is no such whereabouts, we have to be careful."

Yan Chenzhou's expression was able to return to normal at this time. He smiled and said, "Junior brother, don't worry about this. If that sneer doesn't appear, it will naturally be his luck. If he appears, hehe, there will naturally be someone to deal with him."

Speaking of this, Yan Chenzhou said coldly: "Give me instructions and let someone find the traces of Fang Xiaozhei. I must kill him with my own hands!"

Fang Ling stood on a thousand feet high mountain a hundred miles away from Zongzhou, looking down at Zongzhou, which was like a yellow-colored monster entrenched on the earth.

The capital city of Zongzhou is like a huge monster, crawling on the endless earth.

With Fang Ling's gaze, he could see that in the sky above Zong Zhou, endless earth-based spiritual energy was surging wildly, and the fighting spirit soared into the sky was even more soaring into the sky.

Although he had no good impression of most people in Zong Zhou, Fang Ling still had to admit that Zong Zhou did have an infinite fighting spirit of fighting against the sky and the earth.

The current Zong Zhou is different from that of Zong Zhou more than 20 years ago in Fang Ling's feelings.

In Zongzhou more than 20 years ago, although the earth-based spiritual energy was not much weaker than the current earth-based spiritual energy, the earth-based spiritual energy at that time showed a posture of fighting each other, while the current earth-based spiritual energy gathered together.

Although the power between looseness and gathering is the same, the power that can be exerted is different.

Could it be that this is Mr. Zhiyi’s unity of people!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The rough horn came from far away, overwhelmingly, and from afar. The sound of the horn did not have any effect on mortals, but when he heard the monks, he felt like killing with swords and iron horses.

Such a method is naturally nothing to Fang Ling, but Xin Xiaoyu, who had just practiced for a while, felt a little bored in his heart.

However, she did not say anything to Fang Ling, but silently used the magic tricks that Fang Ling taught her, silently resisting the invasion of the horn.

Fang Ling noticed Xin Xiaoyu's actions, but he did not give any guidance to him as a disciple. The sound of the horn was just to suppress the mind of the monk. Although Xin Xiaoyu had just practiced, his mind was far stronger than that of ordinary monks.

Although the sound of the horn was a bit painful for her, it was more of a training.

The reason why Fang Ling brought Xin Xiaoyu this time instead of letting him and his parents stay in Jinsha City was to hone his disciples.

With the sound of this horn, the first thing that appeared in front of Fang Ling was the red clouds in the sky.

Endless red clouds came from the distance, and countless red flags looked like red flames.

Magic boats dyed red by magic power gathered towards Fang Ling's position from all directions.

Above the Dharma Boat, monks wearing fiery red Taoist robes stood in the air. As these Dharma Boats sped, Fang Ling felt the rolling fire elements gathering from all directions of the world.

Although he had no good feelings for the Hantian Gate, Fang Ling's eyes still felt a little admiration at this moment. Not to mention anything else, just this momentum had already shown the meaning of refining the tripod.

The arrangement of the Hantianmen should be Liu Qiushui. When he was with Chi, he should have killed him.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The rumbling drum sounded from the earth of Zongzhou. The drum sounded like spring thunder, and for a moment it suppressed the sound of the horn nine points.

Xin Xiaoyu, who was urging his only magic power to resist the horn, felt indescribable discomfort with the sound of the drum.

She had the urge to scream to the sky. Although she knew in her heart that this impulse was not enough, her heart still couldn't help but feel this impulse.

Suppression must be suppressed, otherwise the master will be unhappy. Xin Xiaoyu thought of the grace given to him by the master, and couldn't help but grit her teeth tightly and try to calm herself down.

At the beginning of the drum, Xin Xiaoyu could still hold on, but with the sound of the second drum, Xin Xiaoyu felt a fishy smell rise from his belly.

She forced herself to suppress the smell of fishy smell, but at this moment, the blood all over her body was urging the smell of fishy smell to make her vomit.

Persist, and persist, and you must not let your master down...

Just when Xin Xiaoyu couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, he felt that behind his back, a warm big hand slowly landed on his back.

With the fall of this hand, Xin Xiaoyu not only felt refreshed, but the mouth of blood returned to his body, and everything seemed to have nothing happened.

"The drum that just sounded was called Jianglong. It was the drum of conquest by Ji Xuantu, the first person in Zongzhou, back then. It was already amazing that you could hold on to a drum in this drum sound!"

While Fang Ling was speaking, he patted Xin Xiaoyu's forehead and said, "My disciple is my disciple."

Xin Xiaoyu's face instantly smiled when she was praised by the master. She was afraid that she would not do well and disappoint her master.

"Since I can become your disciple, I will be the strongest in both now and in the future!"

Xin Xiaoyu's voice was not loud, but that kind of self-confidence was filled with her eyebrows and her bones.

Fang Ling smiled and was about to speak when he heard the horns and drums in the void paused at the same time. A huge red magic boat slowly sailed from the endless group of magic boats.

On this huge boat, a man in a red Taoist robe and a red Taoist crown stood. He looked down at the huge Zongzhou City, and said proudly in his words: "Liu Qiushui from the Hantianmen is here, Mr. Zhou Zhiyi of Zongzhou is here."

For the Hantianmen, Liu Qiushui's position is not low, but with Liu Qiushui's status, if you want to talk directly with Mr. Zhiyi, it is actually belittle Zong Zhou.

After all, Mr. Zhiyi was the highest existence in Zongzhou, and the absolute leader of the Hantianmen was Yan Chenzhou.

This kind of ambition is naturally not Liu Qiushui's impoliteness. His purpose is actually only one, that is, to suppress Zong Zhou.

To lower the momentum of Zong Zhou, and to lower the morale of Zong Zhou monks! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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