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The owner of Stanford saw that Tang Yangmei was dissatisfied, and he responded: "Help me stop it for a while! If you are tired, Brother Yangmei!"

"Don't worry! I'm there!"

One word from each other.

Tang Yang's grudges were completely eliminated and he made a positive statement, which seemed very righteous.

At this time, the power of Zijin Tower could fully join forces with the gods of the Tang Sect to fight against the enemy. However, during this period, the three nominal young masters of Zijin Tower, and the actual owner of the post, had the empty gate opened.

After all, when he could not defeat the gods, Tang Yangmei led the gods of the Tang Sect in Shushan to run away. This is a high probability event. How could the three masters of Zijin Tower take risks?

Therefore, Zijinlou cannot allow the gods under his command to help Tang Yangmei.

However, as he said this, he felt quite slanderous in his heart when he fell into Tang Yang's eyes.

"I'm just a helper! Besides, if you weren't here, I, Tang Yangmei, would have settled these benefits!"

People are selfish, and God is no exception.

At the same time, the vastness was turbulent, and the chaotic air stream was gushing, and a large number of magic weapons, talismans, and even gods and demons war soldiers were ruthlessly bombarded.

Tang Yang's eyebrows and his eyes were shattering, and he shouted: "It's too much! Is it really fun?"

Whoosh!

Tang Yangmei shook his hand and used the bell tower painting scene in his hand, "exploding!"

Boom~!

In an instant, a shocking explosion occurred, as if it had subverted the vastness.

"Tang Yangmei, you bastard!"

A large number of Supreme Martial Gods were caught off guard, and the magic weapons in their hands, together with the divine bodies, exploded one after another. However, the energy was evenly distributed, and it was only injured and not fatal.

"Fight with me! That's asking for death! Let's die together!"

Tang Yangmei is known for his bravery in the battle, which means he is desperate. If he really wants to make this guy really popular, he will really dare to chase him and explode.

"Madman! You madman!"

The gods retreat, those with high cultivation can run fast.

"You're a loser! Your soul is fading!" Emperor Nanming avoided the explosion and regained the [Nanming Wanzhong] and felt very distressed. He hurriedly released the elite martial god of the South Ming who was being tried in the inner trial.

At this moment, Tang Yangmei had the upper hand, looked around with a glaring eyes, and pointed to Ru Ji: "I am the name of the Supreme One, and I will destroy myself on the spot!"

"No!" Emperor Nanming was so scared that he was scattered.

Bang bang bang bang…!

Nan Ming Wan Zhong fell into Tang Yangmei's hand, how could he not move?

"ah……!"

The elite martial god of the Southern Ming Empire just left the Nanming Cave Heaven and encountered a catastrophe. He exploded on the spot! One after another, the continuous mushroom clouds annihilated the Nanming Emperor and drowned the elites of the Nanming Empire.

"I'm injured! Let's go first!"

Tang Yangmei left a word to the three young masters of Zijin Tower, whoosh! He broke through the space and led the disciples of the Tang sect under his command and left decisively.

From the perspective of friends' assistance, Tang Yangmei has done a very good job.

The three young masters of Zijin Tower have recovered their divine power, and they have enough to keep themselves.

The Stanford Master was a little angry: "The status has changed, and the person has become more delicate. A guy who is afraid of death!"

In the void, Tang Yangmei restrained her command and counted the number of people. She did not leave. These words were still vaguely heard. His divine body was shocked and he couldn't help frowning.

"Go back to the battlefield of the Demons and find them with foul air!"

Tang Yangmei is also a person who is free and easy and does not forget his original intention. If he feels frustrated here, he will go to the battlefield to vent. Of course, he is happy, and he will still go back to the battlefield to vent.

Rumble...

Clouds emerged under the feet of the gods of the Tang Sect, and thunderous fires pounced on the battlefield of the outer demons like lightning.

"Walk!"

The young master of Tsinghua in Zijin Tower shouted softly, tearing the void and forming a space channel.

Whoosh!

The Stanford Prince and the Cambridge Prince leaped in first.

Then the gods under Zijin Tower retreated and entered the space passage.

The ancestor Nanfeng took out a black wind gourd, and shaking his hand and threw it at the gods of Zijin Tower.

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In an instant, the strong wind roared, and the void was cracked by the strong wind.

"The old turtle in the south wind!"

The young man from Tsinghua University had a bad eyebrow and stared fiercely at his eyes without losing his threat: "You are playing with fire!"

The gods under Zijin Tower were injured in large numbers and formed a battle formation, swish! They never stopped.

Emperor Nanming teased: "He is playing with the wind! Hahaha!"

As he said that, Emperor Nanming threw out his hand [Nanming Wan Zhong]!

The wind is very strong, the chaotic air flows surging, and the wind suddenly becomes larger, vast and boundless, forming swallowing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The martial gods under Zijin Tower were involved in a large number of attacks and were involved in [Nan Ming Wan Zhong].

"Look at my desert dune tower!" Another major force has sacrificed magic weapons.

"Hello!"

The Lanzhou Martial God waved his hand to draw out a continuous white rope, like a spiritual snake coming out of a hole!

For a moment, all the martial gods present seized this last opportunity.

Flying knife, chrysanthemum ball, poison powder, sound wave...

A big sword, a series of swords, huge gun shadows...

The magic weapon poured down like rain.

"Good come!"

The young man from Tsinghua had a ferocious face, roared with his arms slightly bent, his long hair was fluttering and his divine power surged out. A water column, in the form of a big wood, rammed into the Nanming Wanzhong.

Bang....

The sound of the Nanming Wan bell suddenly rang, and the sound waves scattered all over the surrounding space. Wherever it touched, a large number of magic weapons of the gods turned into powder on the spot. The wind fell.

"Young Master of Tsinghua! You... are hateful!"

The gods and magic weapons of Baxu were destroyed, and they were all furious. The most tragic thing was Emperor Nanming. He did not expect that the young master of Tsinghua was so smart that he could hit the bell with a big wood!

"You Emperor Nanming didn't hit this bell heavily, right! Hahaha~~~~."

The young master of Tsinghua laughed loudly, and a finger wind hit out. It was blown out by a finger wind.

Bang bang bang bang bang ~~~.

The space is turbulent and chaotic, and countless divine substances are separated and turned into chaos. Chaos is first formed, violent and raging. The void is torn apart, and magic weapons are raining all over the sky, and the sky is filled with rains.

"Stop it! You naughty kid!"

Emperor Nanming and Empress Beida were strong men of the same era. He was heartbroken at this moment. The [Nanming Wanzhong] saw a large piece of scars visible to the naked eye. He could not bear such losses.

"Hahahahaha...! Do you want this broken clock? What's the use of keeping it? I'll throw it away for His Majesty!"

The young master of Tsinghua made a joke unrestrainedly, his five fingers were put together, and his fingers were like a rope. Swish! Hold the [Nan Ming Wan Zhong] and then throw it into the void passage.

"Uncle Nanming! Thank you! Hahahaha!"

The young master of Tsinghua saw that his subordinates had entered the void passage, and he laughed at the sky and left with his sleeves.

The moment the void channel closed, the Tsinghua Master's eyes swept towards the Nanfeng Ancestor.

"Nanfeng Old Turtle Egg! I have recorded your account! Humph~~~!"

The young master of Tsinghua is killing chickens and scaring monkeys. More importantly, the Nanfeng lineage and Zijinlou have always had a good relationship. Especially the eldest disciple of Nanfeng Patriarch, Nanfeng Damao, had a life-long friendship with the second son of Zijinlou Stanford on the front line of the Demon Control.

Today, the old ancestor Nanfeng's nostalgia really made the upper reaches of Zijin Building see some truth.

From then on, General Nanfeng must take precautions.
Chapter completed!