"ah!!!"

Panic and screams came out!

"Seven-colored vine leaves, this is...the seven-colored gourd, the treasure of Huludao?" Someone came back to his senses, stared at the huge gourd, and said.

"How could this happen? Why...why are all the seven-colored gourds coming out?"

"It is said that this thing is not placed in the forbidden area of ​​Huludao. Even the old man Huludao has no permission to use it. Why... is it here??"

"Could it be said that Old Calabash even took out this thing in order to avenge his son??"

"He's crazy!! He's absolutely crazy!!"

Tiny sounds slowly came out, and soon the whole place was boiling with screams and questions.

The eyes of countless soul masters and countless powerful people were all locked on the huge gourd, and their eyes were burning.

"What is that?"

Bai Ye asked in a deep voice.

"Seven-colored gourd!" Hong looked at the broken corpse under the gourd with unbearable eyes: "This is the treasure of Huludao. It is very powerful. It is said that the people of Huludao can only enshrine it and not use it, otherwise it will be against them.

The ancestors of Huludao are disrespectful. I didn’t expect it to appear here this time..."

"It seems that the old man Calabash is determined to avenge his son." Bai Ye glanced at the old man over there and said calmly.

The gourd gradually became smaller, and Wang Chang was already dead.

There were more and more boiling sounds all around.

Everyone was shocked.

You know, after the Heaven-Shading Conference lasted for several days, only two people died in total, and these two people... were both from Zhenwu Tiangong.

The current Zhenwu Tiangong can almost be said to have been trampled under the feet of the people of Huludao. In terms of dignity, its reputation has been ruined and it has been completely defeated.

Zhenwu Bazun's face was ashen and his fists were clenched tightly.

He has probably never endured this kind of shame and humiliation in his life.

"I'm sorry, Lord Zhenwu Palace, I have stopped my hand again and hurt one of you again. It's really because my Huludao magic weapon is too powerful. Alas, but to be honest, I can't blame me Huludao entirely. You Zhenwu Palace are also responsible.

, If you were more powerful, this wouldn't be the result, right?" Zhang Guan got up from the ground, put away the seven-color gourd, and said with a smile on his face.

The sarcasm and ridicule in that smile is so obvious!

A group of people from Zhenwu Tiangong were almost furious!

"Master, let me go!!" Some people were not convinced and yelled through gritted teeth.

"You can't beat the Seven-Colored Gourd." Zhenwu Bazun shook his head.

"But...are we going to watch the people from Huludao trample us under their feet?"

"If we continue like this, where will our face be? Aren't our ancestors going to lose all their face?"

"What kind of dignity do we have?"

People are desperate and in pain.

They would rather die than suffer such humiliation.

Zhenwu Bazun looked at the disciple beside him, took a deep breath, and then sighed heavily.

"I'm still too selfish!" Zhenwu Bazun murmured.

He only wanted to save his granddaughter, but ignored the sect.

"I can't let the sect be damaged or the reputation of Zhenwu Tiangong be damaged because of myself!!"

He glanced at the barrier, suddenly jumped up, and jumped directly into the barrier.

In an instant, the whole place was in an uproar.

A shocking force suddenly came down and enveloped the entire barrier.

Zhang Guan inside the barrier was shocked.

"Guan'er! Come back!" Old Man Calabash shouted.

But it was too late.

"Since you, Huludao, want to challenge me, Zhenwu Tiangong, old drunkard, let's have a fight!"

As the shouts came out, Zhenwu Ba Zun suddenly raised his hand and slapped Zhang Guan in the air.

Bang!!

Zhang Guan's body exploded instantly. He could hardly even fight back and died immediately.

The True Martial Overlord attached his hands behind his back, landed in the barrier, and stood proudly among the heroes.

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Chapter completed!