The people in Chengtian Pavilion were so angry.

Of course, there were also some people who were extremely surprised. It turned out that the armor was really stolen that night.

There are actually not many people who know that Chengtian Pavilion has forged fake armor.

And no more than ten people knew that the real armor was taken away that night, and there were still no more than ten people.

"When did the God King wear it?"

"I haven't seen it just now? What can I do?"

The people around the world also showed doubts.

The news that the demon monk stole the Unmoved God King was, in a sense, was truly confirmed.

I have been circulating this from the beginning, although the reason for the circulating is not that everyone has determined this fact.

It's not too surprised to see it now.

What surprised them was when did this demon monk wear armor?

Didn’t you just now? Why did you suddenly change your clothes? Could it be that you buried the Immortal God King in the ground in advance and took it out and put it on at the critical moment?

This is too fast.

"I see."

The storyteller narrowed his eyes and understood what was going on.

As a master who was "designated" by the rewind, everyone looked at the storyteller and waited for his answers.

"The holy monk was wearing the unmoving God King from the beginning, but he only covered it up with the illusion of the colorful fairy silk." The storyteller said with a firm tone.

"Yes!" The people in the martial arts world suddenly realized.

Everyone knows that the illusion of the colorful fairy silk is fake and real.

"So despicable!"

"It's so sinister. At the beginning, I said I wouldn't take the holy soldiers, so that's the case."

Some dissatisfied people muttered in a low voice, finding a breakthrough, but they did not dare to speak loudly.

This discovery proves that the fourth-degree Monk is not as powerful as it just showed.

At least he defeated the holy soldiers with holy soldiers, not as outrageous as Luo Ying's sword god holding the soul-living sword without his hands.

From "I can't believe it" to "Oh, so that's it, understandable".

Even the idea of ​​"it's just like that when you have arisen".

"pity."

The storyteller sighed in his heart that for him, the legendary level of the story was reduced a little.

Basically, it is another god of hatred.

But this is enough. The position of the world's number one master changed hands, and eight of the nine saints gathered together.

This is absolutely something that people can do.

It is much more difficult than the destruction of Buddhism by the Hate God God, and it is worth writing about it.

Besides, there may be a secret among the holy soldiers.

Otherwise, Tang Xuanzang would not have been obsessed with collecting holy soldiers.

If he wanted to rule the world, actually two or three holy soldiers would be enough.

With the order, I don’t know how many people from the world will come to join us and calm down to develop. Within ten years, they will become the fifth holy land.

And it is a holy land that is stronger than the four holy lands.

The uncrowned king in the martial arts world.

"Holy Monk." Thinking of this, the storyteller spoke, "This fan is yours."

Just throw the fan in your hand at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo reached out and took the fan. He felt very light when he got it, like a feather.

The world is rolled back, the fan is swinging, the wind is swaying, and the wind is raging, making people feel cold and the millet.

A group of people stared at the storyteller with their eyes.

You just gave up?

Although the demon monk used the Unmoved God King to block the explosive crossbow arrows, who knows if he is already injured?

Everyone is standing side by side, maybe there is hope?

Why do you kneel so fast? You ruined our hopes!

Faced with the doubts and dissatisfaction around him, the storyteller smiled freely: "I really only know some light skills, but the holy soldiers have helped a lot, so my martial arts are really not very good."

He is really just a storyteller.

His martial arts are mediocre and his light skills are not bad. With the blessing of the reverse world, his light skills are extremely high.

But that's all.

It's not the hidden boss in many stories he mentioned, he has extraordinary strength.

The storyteller has no desire to fight. He just wants to compile his "One Hundred and Eight Stars" and experience more major events in the world during his lifetime.

Without the rewind, he probably won’t be as big as before. I’m going to take a look.

But it doesn't matter, because he is not young anymore. Today's battle in Tianhe Valley is his last time to participate in it and look around.

After the end, he will find a quiet place, sort out all the things he has experienced over the years, and write the story of this generation of world.

There will be one hundred and eight bright stars in this world.

Tiankuixing·Green Hair Saint (Demon) Monk·Tang Xuanzang.

Tiangang Star·Luying Sword God·Ye Bili...

They will be displayed in his writing and in his mouth.

There are always stories for future generations to read.

"Holy monk, can the secrets in the holy soldiers be true?" This is the matter that storytellers are most concerned about now.

Even Zhu Chenfu, who had just fallen into a coma, struggled and looked at Tang Luo.

Everyone in Chengtian Pavilion has been prepared to work hard.

But the demon monk had no intention of attacking them at all, and it was not right to let them go forward or leave.

If you go forward, you can't beat him. If you leave, you will definitely not be able to leave even if you look at the malicious gaze of the Jade Dragon Master.

Tang Luo did not answer, and his armor was removed by himself and flew to the side of other holy soldiers. He was "holding" the armor and gloves and rolling the universe back.

The colorful fairy silks behind them fluttered and emitted light.

Ao Yulie walked over and stabbed the black flame demon sword in his hand into the ground, and was with other holy soldiers.

Black Flame Demon Sword, the God King Is Not Moving.

Rewind the universe, colorful fairy silk.

The sky and the mountains are broken, and the years have passed.

Lihun, Panlong.

Eight holy soldiers gathered here, but the shepherd's whip never appeared.

"Didn't you react?" Ao Yulie looked at the eight holy soldiers and wondered whether to have some external stimulation.

The faint light on the colorful fairy silk suddenly burst into pieces, and the light completely enveloped all the holy soldiers.

All the holy soldiers were shocked.

In the next breath, all the holy soldiers flew into the sky and rotated in the colorful light.

This scene made everyone concentrate and stare at it in a hurry, for fear of missing any details.

It will not be something that will regret for the rest of your life.

Soon, the light became dazzling. Except for a few skilled skills that protected their eyes, no one else could look directly at the holy soldiers in the air. He squinted his eyes without caring about the pain and forced him to look.

In the light.

Eight holy warriors turned into light, gathering together in the middle, and a rake could be vaguely visible.

Moreover, the rake seemed to be flying towards somewhere.

It just formed less than a few breaths and had just flew a few meters away.

The nine-toothed rake "broken" directly, turned into eight holy soldiers again, and fell to the ground.

There was a jingle sound.

The light dissipated, and nine holy soldiers were scattered around, and some even fell directly into the crowd.
To be continued...