Calamity of Tomorrow

After listening to Li Zhengdao's remarks, Xiang Tiandi nodded in approval: "I see. I will work with Ziyang to solve this matter and get Zhou Bai back. He may ... Want something. "

Ziyang stood up, and the fire of hate in her eyes seemed a little impatient: "Let's go now, find Zhou Bai. Do not let him dare to stand in front of us."

Looking at the two people's fierce popularity and immediately planning to act, Li Zhengdao suddenly said: "The original Dao Zang 06 has been in the wild for a long time and is directly exposed to the pollution spirit. The source of distortion of this situation will grow with time. It ’s dangerous, and eventually even dives into the void and completely disappears from the material world. "

"Even if the immortal is facing such a situation, there is a certain danger. I think you still bring a group of mortal monks and let them fight."

Xiang Tian enemy nodded, feeling very reasonable. The source of the distortion is a poison to any life between heaven and earth, except for a life that is completely distorted. Even if they walk in the way of the heavenly gods, it is not good to contaminate too much.

Moreover, since the heavens have been twisted, their cultivation has not really been restored, and the immortals are still in an unusable state.

Just like the monks in the ninth state have armor or weapons, the reason why people are human is whether they use tools.

Whether or not the immortals use immortals has a great impact on combat effectiveness. It is precisely because the immortals are damaged and cannot be used that they need to adapt to the times and develop distortion weapons.

Xiang Tiandi said secretly in his heart: ‘For the source of distortion, the best way to deal with it is to know the distortion rules in advance and conform to the rules. ’

And the most effective method of exploring the rules of the source of distortion is naturally experiments. This method is naturally impossible for the immortal to try it himself, and it is best for mortals.

Ziyang Zhenjun heard the words, and her eyes also glowed with wickedness. She said slowly, "You're right, you should take some mortals to fight for us."

He looked at Li Zhengdao: "I heard that my son Zheng Wentian and some of his teachers and classmates have been entertained by the Ministry of Heaven? Why not let me take them away this time."

He remembered that while Zhou Bai was still in Taoism, he had a good relationship with these teachers and students, and he was a good friend with his son Zheng Wentian.

Li Zhengdao: "The elders of Tianjian who have a self-seal in Yunchonghe, don't alarm them. The emperor has other arrangements for Tianjian."

"It's Zheng Wentian. You and your father and son talk about the past and exchange feelings. I don't think there is any problem. I believe that the Sanqing Daozong will understand, and there is no reason to leave him."

...

An hour later, in the small courtyard arranged by Tianbu, Ying Rui, Zheng Wentian, Yun Chonghe, and other students came out.

During this time, they have been under house arrest by the Ministry of Heaven. Although they are very rich in food and drink, they cannot leave the courtyard for half a step without permission.

Standing in front of them at the moment were the cold-looking Ziyang Zhenjun, and a few monks who accompanied him.

Looking at Zijun Zhenjun in front of her eyes, the monks of the four ancestral gates looked nervous and scared.

This week's betrayal and exodus, this time, has dealt a huge blow to the four gates, especially the morale of Donghua City, making them feel unable to lift their heads in front of the central city, and they have a heavy sense of guilt and shame.

And Ziyang Zhenjun, even in the face of winning them, was distorted by Zhou, which can be called the great loss of heaven. When the monks at the four main gates faced Ziyang Zhenjun, they were full of emotions such as blame, weakness, guilt,

As a student sent by Jijian Pavilion to participate in Da Luotian's discussion, Zhu Lingwei was also present at the moment. She sighed in her heart, 'No matter how the heavens oppressed the four main gates in the past, at least the two sides were on the same front when facing the demons Against the demon, can be considered a comrade in arms. ’

‘How can Ziyang Zhenjun be at odds with us? That ’s also the God of Thunder, who personally killed and killed countless demons and saved countless human beings. ’

‘But this time, Zhoubai ... He not only colluded with the demons, destroyed the relationship between human beings and heaven, but also made us lose a powerful combat force like Ziyang Zhenjun in the future. ’

‘Not to mention the battle in Central City triggered by this week, because of the attack of the demon, it killed and injured countless mortal monks, and suffered heavy losses. ’

Thinking of this, Zhu Lingwei gritted her teeth, and a strong hatred flashed in her eyes: ‘How can you trust the demon? How can you trust them ... How much blood and hatred do humans and demons have? Immortal, is the temptation to become a demon like this so big? ’

On the other side, Win Devil looked at Ziyang Zhenjun in front of him, bowed dimly and said, "Sorry, Zhenjun, we are teaching no way ..."

Ziyang Zhenjun snorted coldly, his cold eyes glanced at everyone, and the tyrannical emotions brought about by the distortion were suppressed by him: "You are not only teaching inefficiency, you are incompetent, stupid, you have no eyes."

"It's because this white you have chosen has caused a great loss in Central City this time, and it has also dragged down the entire Sanqing Daozong and the entire Donghua City. The most important thing is that he also gave me ... a heavenly **** ...... It has become this now! One! Like! Son! "

Ziyang Zhenjun became more and more angry the more he thought, the madness in his heart seemed to rise again, and the monk at the side immediately stood under pressure and reminded with cold sweat: "True Jun!

Ziyang Zhenjun closed his eyes, and the violent Yuanshen power swept over the people present, watching the people trembling constantly under his strength, he said coldly, "Knelt down."

Looking at some people who were sluggish and shy, Monk Tianbu looked at it in blame: "Master Ziyang has a large number of people, and I haven't investigated your responsibilities. Don't you kneel and thank you?"

The winning figure shook under the impact of Ziyang's power, and fell to his knees slowly.

He said hardly: "I'm sorry, Lord Ziyang, this time, the responsibility for all the white matters rests with me. It is I who has always been lonely and encouraged the whole school to support Zhou Bai. It doesn't matter. "

"Yeah, I know you, Zhou Bai's teacher in Donghua City." Ziyang Zhenjun sneered: "I am you, and I have already committed suicide."

After speaking, he no longer looked at the kneeling win, and turned to Zheng Wentian who was hiding aside: "Hide what to hide, it is a mistake for me to send you to Donghua Road School. Come with me."

Zheng Wentian's body was stiff. The former Ziyang Zhenjun had scared him and made him scared, but the current Ziyang Zhenjun embarked on the path of distortion, which was even more scary and horrifying to him.

But thinking about his brothers and sisters, Zheng Wentian took a deep breath and walked out slowly: "I see ... Father."