"No!"

The dead silence lasted for a long time.

A young man rushed out, roaring sadly, and rushed towards Tongtian Peak crazily.

He is Wu Lingjun, the son of Wu Shentong.

Immediately afterwards.

Another young man rushed over, it was Xiao Wu Wang Yu Hong.

Following closely behind were the elders and disciples, who were all heading up to find out what was going on.

No one believed it.

How could the Great Xia Martial Saint, the master of the Martial Temple, and the Martial God who was regarded as the number one in the martial arts world, fall!

Absolutely impossible!!

A group of people rushed to the broken peak. The place was in ruins and devastated.

The main hall really collapsed.

Destroyed once.

"Father!" Wu Lingjun shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

"Master!" King Xiao Wu shouted.

"Palace Master!"

Everyone shouted.

However, there was no movement at all.

"Look!"

Suddenly someone screamed and it turned out that a body was found under the ruins.

It's not a martial arts power, but a man in black robe.

Immediately afterwards.

Everyone began to rummage through the ruins and found many broken limbs, all belonging to the men in black robes.

"Eleven of the twelve giants were killed, and only the one just now survived."

"But where is the palace master?"

"You want to see people alive, but you want to see corpses when you're dead!"

The elders were puzzled.

King Xiao Wu said horrified: "Is it possible that the master was beaten to ashes?"

"Shut up!" Wu Lingjun angrily yelled, "My father is a man of vast latitudes and his strength is unfathomable. How do you know how powerful he is? How could he fall!"

"Brother, where is the master?" King Xiao Wu said sadly.

Wu Lingjun choked on his words and was in great pain.

Right, where are the people?

It cannot disappear into thin air.

Could it be that he was really beaten to pieces and nothing was left?

"Find it for me!"

"Even if Tongtian Peak is leveled, you still have to find my father!"

"hurry up!"

Wu Lingjun shouted hysterically.

The elders and disciples took action, turning over the ruins and even digging three feet into the ground.

More than an hour later, Tongtian Peak dropped ten meters.

But nothing was found.

"Father!"

Wu Lingjun knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, terrified and helpless.

Wow.

The elders and disciples all knelt down and screamed in sorrow. The whole territory was filled with a deep feeling of sadness.

"Whoa!"

A person came from afar, it was Li Mo, the leader of Li Shen Sect.

"Brother Shentong, he..." Li Mo's body was cold and he was also very sad.

then.

Strong men from the Killing God Sect, Baji Sect, Taiyi Sect and other sects arrived one after another.

After they learned about the situation, they were extremely shocked and unbelievable.

But the facts do not dispel panic.

Wu Shentong really fell, and this dragon was killed!

Wuwuwu——

The news cannot be suppressed.

Like a hurricane, it first swept through the upper reaches of the capital, and then swept through the martial arts world.

"Martial Saint has fallen!"

"The sky is going to change!"

"As soon as the dragon-slaying plan started, the Martial Saint fell. He was the first to be slaughtered. How terrifying!"

"How powerful is the Corpse Man Organization!"

The whole region was shocked and a violent storm arose.

It even alarmed Long Pavilion.

"Why does it feel so weird that the martial arts power has fallen?" Er Ge Lao frowned and his face was solemn.

"That guy was hiding deep. No one knows what level he has reached. It's a bit strange that he can escape and be slaughtered even if he is defeated." Old Sange said.

"Could it be that they were worried that the giants would kill the disciples of the Martial Arts Temple after they escaped, so they fought hard?" Elder Si Ge made a guess.

The elder of the Second Pavilion shook his head and said: "Hongxiong has never been a kind person. Those disciples are nothing to Wu Shentong. It is impossible to sacrifice one's life for them. There must be a hidden reason for Wu Shentong's death."

The Fourth Pavilion Lao said: "On the contrary, I feel that Wushentong has really fallen. The twelve giants, combined with the Earthly Branches Dragon Slaying Formation, have three times the combat power, how terrifying!"

Sange Lao Dao: "Don't worry, let's wait for the news. The Four Saints of Daxia and the seven royal families have also been attacked. Let's see their results."

after an hour.

The martial arts world was shocked again, new news came:

——Dharma Saint Dugu was surrounded and killed by twenty-four giants, and he killed eighteen giants in a row. He was defeated and fell in the Kunlun Mountains.

"Father!"

"grandfather!"

The capital, the residence of the Dugu family.

All the tribesmen knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, unwilling to believe this result.

...

Another hour later.

The third piece of news spread:

——The leader of the Xuanyuan Changhong clan died together with the twelve giants.

...

Martial Divine Power, Dharma Saint Dugu, Xuanyuan Changhong.

The three of them are all top giants and can be said to be benchmark figures in the martial arts world.

But today, they all fell.

In the Dragon Pavilion.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

The elder of the Second Pavilion said in a deep voice: "We underestimated the Corpse Man Organization! Wu Shentong has fallen, so we speculate that there is a hidden secret; but now that Dharma Saint and Xuanyuan have both fallen, the problem is huge!"

The old man from Sange said: "Second brother, this matter is of great importance and needs to be reported to our emperor."

Mr. Sige echoed: "Yes, whether the three of them are real dead or fake, they have caused a big stir. The Corpse Emperor has stirred up the situation, and we cannot ignore it."

"Report!"

At this time, the guard ran over and said, "Qi Ge Lao, the master of the Bing Pavilion is here."

The elders of the three major pavilions stood up together.
Chapter completed!