Xiao Zuanfeng fell to the ground with a thump, gasping for air.

He survived, survived in front of two golden elixir monks. When he reached out and touched it, his forehead was covered with cold sweat and his entire back was soaked.

My heart was beating loudly.

There was no time to think about who they were. Xiao Zhuanfeng endured the discomfort in his body and hurried to the government office. He took out the yellow paper tucked in his arms, covered the token, and used his magic power to light the yellow paper on fire.

The ignited smoke and dust gathered into a magic spell and turned into a stream of light and flew away.

"Two golden elixir monks appeared in Fengzhou."

In the capital of the Wu Dynasty, the demons patrolling the capital felt the vibration of the token, and immediately covered it with yellow paper, and the writing suddenly appeared.

"What?!"

Not daring to neglect, the demon in this city hurriedly sent the message.

The message is passed level by level like this.

…

Dahei Main Peak.

The three fake alchemy monks have gone to retreat, so the government affairs are backlogged on Tushanjun. When the war is approaching, everything must give way to the war, and other government affairs are suppressed by Tushanjun.

The layout of the formation has been improved a lot, and now if it is mobilized with all its strength, it can withstand the attacks of many Jindan monks.

Then there is the tilt of resources, and the cultivation level of the demons and ghosts in Dahei Mountain has improved.

"hope everything is fine."

Tu Shanjun didn't say much. There were still many things to do, and he had to be fully prepared.

In the cooperative alliance, even the monsters know that equality is the best, so why is Tushanjun not clear about it?

Just wait and see what kind of reaction Yangcheng will have.

The candlelight flickered in front of my eyes.

Tu Shanjun stopped the magic pen in his hand, raised his head slightly, his eyes darkened and said: "Who."

At the entrance of the Ghost King Palace, a person appeared out of thin air.

He was a burly old man with white beard and hair.

Wearing a Nine Sun Flame Shinto robe, the restrained light accumulated into a thick rhyme, which complemented his body. The white hair on the top of his head exuded a soft white light, and was tied up with a dark red hairband, and finally tied with a golden crown.

The dark golden child's hole is like a golden flower, with divine light flowing.

The whole body is as powerful as the shining sun.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"If you came to the Golden Core Peak of Sunset Mountain, you would already be dead."

Hearing the old man's question, Tu Shanjun smiled: "Sunset Mountain will not come at this time. They will definitely come with great fanfare."

"Why?"

"My disappearance is not the purpose. My fair and honorable death is what Sunset Mountain needs."

The old man suddenly laughed.

"I am the Lord of Yang City, my Taoist name is Yueyan."
Chapter completed!