The clear water ripples pushed forward crazily on both sides.

The scene of the Dead Sea became blurry for a moment, and the handsome face of Mr. Meng in the mirror quickly turned into a black dot.

"As for running so far?"

People in the five regions raised their heads nervously, complaining as they watched.

But when I think of the terrifying scene of Bei Jianxian being shot all over his body and his tongue covered in blood, Feng Zhongzui and his gang's rapid retreat becomes excusable.

Fortunately, the preaching mirror can be retreated, and the image in the mirror can be manipulated to enlarge.

Soon, they were separated by an unknown distance, and after taking in the gloomy atmosphere of the tenth floor of the Dead Sea, the people of the five regions were able to focus back on Master Shou's black clothes through the push and pull of the camera.

"Sang Lao..."

After the distant view, the close focus and Master Shou's murmur seemed a bit more desolate.

No!

Not an illusion!

Mr. Shou's face was indeed full of sadness.

His hand touched the clothes on his chest and found a broken willow branch somewhere.

Then, he gently bent down and placed the willow branch into the black pure water in front of him, as if he was paying homage to the deceased.

"Buzz!"

Master Shou pinched a seal, which was supposed to be a magic spell.

There were slight ripples all around.

"hiss……"

This is so weird!

For no reason, everyone gasped and their scalps exploded slightly.

But at the same time, curiosity has also been piqued.

In such a big battle, what do Saint Slave Wu Xiu and Shou Ye want to do?

Even the people who love the people in the Southern Territory stared at him, and they couldn't think of what Xu Xiaoshou wanted to do.

Sleeveless returns…

Isn’t it enough to kill yourself in the ruins of God?

Could it be possible that they still want to take advantage of this return to do something?

Just now!

No warning!

In the mirror, Mr. Shou's eyes widened with sadness, and his tears flowed into the pure water. After the seal was formed, he slapped the willow branch fiercely, and at the same time shouted loudly:

"Resurrection, my old Sang!"

…

Wuyu seemed to have pressed the pause button, and all the people in the world who were eagerly waiting for the passion suddenly froze.

Some people clenched their fists, and some people widened their eyes.

But it’s puzzling!

No one really knows what kind of plot Master Shou is planning. The Holy Slave has returned without sleeves, and he still needs to perform a wave of this kind of... ceremony?

"This is too..."

Feng Zhongzui could hardly hold the preaching mirror. Those who didn't know it thought that Master Shou had proclaimed himself a god at the gate of hell.

But every time Shouye's outrageous actions seem to have a hidden meaning?

Before they could comment further, everyone saw that after the willow branch was broken, the clean water near the so-called location was bubbling and finally boiling!

"Burned!"

"It's really on fire!"

Drunk shouted in the wind in disbelief.

What is going on, the Dead Sea Forbidden Law!

Even if Master Shou really recovers... Bah, after summoning his master Wu Xiu, how could such a vision appear?

Is it possible that the Holy Slave Wu Xiu achieved enlightenment in the ruins of God and has evolved to such a terrifying height that even the forbidden magic barrier of the Dead Sea cannot suppress it?

"He, he has surpassed the ten thrones?"

People are in the Dead Sea, surrounded by pure water, and their blood is boiling with drunkenness in the wind!

But in front of Mr. Shou, who was filled with tears, he soon lived up to expectations, and a haggard figure appeared.

He was half-bent, with a straw hat pressed on his face with one hand, and his appearance could not be clearly seen.

His figure gradually became more solid, and he was wearing the white prison uniform that is most common in the Dead Sea.

But the aura of the lonely saint slave superior could not be suppressed at all. While it spread out very arrogantly from the inside out, its tenderness could not be concealed:

"Good disciple, I am worthy of my teachings to you when I was in the spiritual palace..."

…

"It's him!"

"That's him!"

The drunken roar in the wind rolled in his throat.

This wave of rising but suppressed roars did a good job of arousing the emotions of all the spectators in the five regions.

Following his words, the image of the preaching mirror focused on the strange features on the old man's prison uniform.

Very different from the prisoners we just met along the way!

The man who appeared in front of Master Shou was wearing a prison uniform without sleeves!

The exposed arms were as burnt as black coal, with no bones visible under the cracked skin, as if red-hot magma was flowing.

The pure water of the Gugu Split Bubble broke and condensed around him, reflecting the disillusionment and reality of his existence.

"sleeveless!"

Feng Zhongzui did not continue to suppress him.

After the initial low cry, he completely opened himself up, danced and explained passionately:

"The fourth son of the Holy Palace burns the harp and cooks the crane. The Holy Slave has no sleeves and is honored by my master!"

"No matter which one of these four titles is chosen individually, it has the possibility of being famous throughout the ages - whether it is to be famous for centuries or to be infamous for thousands of years."

"But when they are put together, each paragraph is just a part of a person's life!"

"How powerful? How weird? How unbelievable? How is this person's existence..."

In order to present this paragraph, Feng Zhongzui didn’t know how long he had been thinking about the words in advance.

But his passionate speech was just the beginning.

The pure water above the Dead Sea disappeared like crazy, and was suddenly swallowed up by a crack that opened at an unknown time.

Next breath...

"Boom!!!"

…

"..."

The world suddenly became silent.

The heavy sound of banging strings that was drunk in the wind and exploded in the ears of everyone in the five regions almost shattered everyone's hearing.

It is inherited from a month ago and continues the memory of horror.

After everyone was stunned, they suddenly recalled.

The Emperor of Cangsheng has waited for Master Shou for so long, not waiting for him to become a joke.

Whether it's moving to the southern region, making a tree to surrender to the enemy, talking about loving a dog... or anything else, this is all foreplay.

When the Holy Slave returns without sleeves, it will indeed be the time when war is raging!

And once the fighter plane arrives, who will wait any longer?

Fools will wait, but the great emperor will not wait!

"Evil Sin Bow!"

"The Great Emperor of Cangsheng has fired his bow!"

The first arrow that started the battle came so unexpectedly.
To be continued...