All those performances were just to make Luo Manping think that Tushanjun cared about Yangwu and tied his own path to Yangwu. Only in this way would Luo Manping completely relax his vigilance towards Tushanjun.

They even trust Tushanjun more because the young Yangwu is too weak, because fragile people need more care. In order to protect this fragile person, Tushanjun must do his best, not daring to slack off in the slightest, and devote himself wholeheartedly.

Even the demons outside the territory were frightened when they saw Tushanjun's methods of deceiving people, and bluntly said that the other party was the real demon.

What he used was not deception at all.

But sincerity.

Treat people with sincerity, and you will naturally gain sincerity.

But, will a person like him really run rampant like a passionate young man?

Maybe he would have in his early years.

However, after experiencing so many things, how could he still be like this? Not only would he use any means to achieve his goals, but he was at least a very deep-rooted and ruthless person.

Tu Shanjun's behavior gradually started to resemble that of an old geek.

No one can tell whether it was the change that occurred after he reached this state of cultivation, or whether he was able to reach this state through cultivation slowly.

Luo Tianfeng's eyes flashed with coldness, but he said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, you are not afraid that this child will not stand on the same front with you if he finds out."

As the Holy Master of a great religion, he must dominate even if he wants to cooperate with others. This is his usual style of acting. How could he be controlled by a small saint's weapon spirit?

He saw the key to the problem at a glance. As long as he could master the martingale, the Weapon Spirit Saint would not be afraid at all.

"There is nothing I should not do to others."

"Martial King has his own choice and judgment, and no one can influence him."

"Neither can I!"

After noticing the joy and excitement coming from the Yin God in his body, Luo Tianfeng's expression changed drastically.

Secretly said, "Damn it."

The devil of this soul flag is really good at deceiving people. With just a few words, a child can completely trust him and even regard him as an elder and worship him as a god.

Seeing that he could not win, Luo Tianfeng retreated and said, "As long as fellow Taoist help me take revenge, I will naturally help you."

"good."

Tu Shanjun sneered.

He looked coldly at Luo Tianfeng, who was holding the soul flag.

In this way, the two evil-minded Holy Lords and the Demon Lord reached a superficial agreement.

Yangwu, who was caught in it, didn't know what the twists and turns were. He only knew that he seemed to have strength.

He can protect his sister and control the soul flag. Maybe he can use this power to avenge Tu Shanjun. It doesn't matter whether he is a hero or a demon, as long as he is good to himself, it is enough.

…

The dark gold giant ship tore through the clouds and sky, sinking slowly like a wild beast.

The giant beast rolled up ripples in the sky, and the surrounding giant ships were like guards guarding the upper palace of the divine tower. They also slid down from the side of the dark gold giant ship like a swarm of meteors, blooming with bright sparks.

Bang.

Two wild beasts fight on the battlefield.

The middle-aged man in the seat held the white jade wine bottle, took a swig, and said with a gloomy look on his face: "Found it?!"

The big man knelt in front of the stairs and said, "This is for the protection of the left."

"The leader's lost only son has been found by the power of the Ten Dharma and brought back to the great sect."

The corners of the mouth of the middle-aged monk wearing fox fur twitched unconsciously.

Looking down at his abdomen, he saw traces of blood staining the white silk.

His face looked a little more pale, but his aura of intelligence did not diminish at all, and his gloomy face turned into a hearty laughter: "Okay, okay, just find it."

"How can the leader die in battle and leave his orphan to live in a foreign land?"

"Full speed Islam!"

"Lift."

"..."

The middle-aged man looked at the two desolate beasts on the school field, waved his hand and the heads of the two huge desolate beasts exploded to pieces, and said coldly: "Let's take the two I caught instead!"

I rested early yesterday. I don't know why my joints felt uncomfortable on a cloudy day. It felt like the gears lacked the lubrication of engine oil and were a lot jerky.

It’s late.

I'm really sorry.
Chapter completed!