The evil man named Wanglou narrowed his slender eyes slightly, and even instinctively, his straight waist slightly bent forward, like a cheetah seeing its prey, and the whole body exuded an uncontrollable radiance.

The sense of danger of having to fight at any time.

As if he was worried about disturbing his prey, he said softly: "Lester, does this person look familiar to you?"

The companion named Lester followed the other person's gaze and frowned: "I said Wanglou, after you arrived at the Stigmata, everyone looked like a rebel. Which one is this? Don't forget that we are here this time.

The mission, the target is Tang Xuan."

But Wanglou smiled crookedly and said: "No, this looks very similar." In his mind, he couldn't help but replay that stormy night, that thrilling sword, and the most damning thing, that sword was still drawn from his waist.

What a shame and humiliation in my life...

So, his voice became softer: "Let's see, if it's really a rebel, wouldn't it be an unexpected surprise? What's more, isn't one of Tang Xuan's crimes, colluding with the rebels? The traitor here is also very important.

Reasonable things..."

When he said this, he slowly walked towards the stage in front of him, without even looking at the old man who had scolded him before. The crutch in the old man's hand shook even more violently, and he did not look at any pair of eyes around him that were scorching and full of anger.

His eyes were fixed on a certain spot on the stage, and his waist was bent even more, like a cheetah slowly walking towards its prey, ready to attack at any time.

The man who was originally standing on three legs around the magic wooden porcelain round table suddenly flashed and came to the front of the stage. He happened to be stuck in the way of the watchtower, and also blocked the opponent's eyes. This is the position of the Hidden Family Judgment Council.

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Wanglou smiled, his mouth crooked, and his disdain was clearly revealed. His eyes were still staring straight ahead, as if he could see through these three people and see Feng Qinglang behind them.

But at this time, another person also stood up. He neither blocked the forward path of the watchtower nor blocked the watchtower's gaze. He just looked at the other person calmly and indifferently, and the watchtower suddenly stopped.

His momentum was completely suppressed.

Wanglou's waist straightened up again, and then he bent down slightly, bowing and saying: "Wanglou has seen Dongfang Peixian."

Everyone from the Di Dynasty bowed together to pay respects to the strong man. In their intelligence list, there were several people in St. Mark Continent who they tried not to provoke, and Dongfang Pei was undoubtedly among them.

Dongfang Pei was sitting there silently in front, and no one could feel his presence. But when he stood up now and released his breath, it seemed that the whole world here had become his territory. The Di Dynasty

Everyone felt that their breathing was far less comfortable and smooth than usual, as if they had suddenly entered a large formation filled with magic patterns.

Dongfang Pei just nodded slightly and said calmly: "I received money from others and came here to serve as the chief referee. I don't like to see people making trouble. That is disrespectful to me. Do you understand what I mean?"

Wanglou only felt that the apparently peaceful voice was like thunder in front of him. The thunder and lightning were approaching rhythmically, making him couldn't help but take two steps back. He felt a lump in his chest and a sweetness in his throat, but he

Rather, he was very stubborn and forcefully took that mouthful into his mouth.

He swallowed the blood in his throat, pursed his lips, and said seriously: "Wanglou is being reckless, but can you allow Wanglou to come up to the stage and take a closer look? This is not only my position, but also the position of the Di Dynasty."

In the end, it actually felt a bit decisive.

Di Dynasty, these are three words full of magic, and they are also three words that are invincible.

But Dongfang Pei smiled and said: "Get out of here and scare me with the Di Dynasty to investigate people. Wait outside and don't cause trouble here."

The laughter and scolding seemed to be the teasing and scolding of the younger generation by the elders, but the aura coming from Dongfang Pei's body became more and more surging. Everyone in the Di Dynasty suddenly had an illusion. Dongfang Pei's figure became extremely huge, just like a

A giant tree that was still growing rapidly was overlooking them from the sky.

This was a moment when his mind was taken away, and he had a sense of dislocation in the space. However, Wanglou's waist straightened up even more, and he clenched his fists tightly. He wanted to continue to say something, but several people on the field finally stood up.

Inside there was Mrs. Bi, the heads of the Qing family, the Xi family, the Yun family, and the chief official of the Judgment Council...

Wanglou suddenly realized that they seemed to have underestimated this place and the hidden family's heritage. The guys inside the opera house and the elite guards outside seemed to be far from the same level.

At this time, members of the Di Dynasty emerged from the background and shook their heads slightly towards the watchtower, indicating that there was no trace of Tang Xuan here.

Suddenly, a sharp long whistle came from the distance outside, and Lester quickly said: "It's over on East Street. It seems that there are traces of Tang Xuan."

In fact, this is not the scope of their responsibility, but it is a good step. Wanglou took a deep breath, took a deep look at Feng Qinglang's position on the stage, nodded and said: "Okay, let's go there.

Compared with their grand appearance when they arrived, they were somewhat embarrassed when they retreated. In the blink of an eye, they retreated completely without leaving any trace.

Most of the people present couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. If they had a choice, who would be willing to cause a dispute with a big bully like Di Dynasty?

Facing the thanks expressed by each family head, Dongfang Pei cupped his hands and said: "If I choose to bend down and bow my head in the face of power and oppression, how will I deal with myself in the future?"

That declaration, full of a sense of justice and arrogance, immediately received cheers and applause. Dongfang Pei smiled and continued: "By the way, my labs are currently raising funds and have asked for help. Could you please help me?"

I want to go to your investment department to have a look..."

The world of magic wood porcelain plates.

The entire world has been like a broken whirlpool, entering a stage of fragmentation. The war of the gods has come to an end and has also entered its climax. The last two remaining forces, Feng Qinglang and Shuqi Xiao, are fighting every point.

Almost every second is a bloody battle, with endless planes colliding together, staging a gorgeous war epic.

Now under Feng Qinglang's Kingdom of God system, the promulgation of major adventure missions are all related to the battle of gods, and the scene does not need to be structured. Once our plane and the enemy plane are contacted, they can fight. What is provided to

The rewards for believers are becoming more and more abundant, but there are very few creatures who can finally get the rewards. After all, in the battlefield of the gods, there is not one survivor in a thousand.

However, the tree-dwelling owl knew that if this situation continued, the possibility of his own defeat was very high, because Wen Ruyu completely followed the path of the evil god. Even if the big world continued to be broken, there were still ways to continuously absorb believers into their evil god space, so,

He chose to take the initiative

Now, his main force, the Divine Kingdom, has broken through the defense line of the Divine War and directly collided with Feng Qinglang's core Divine Kingdom. The arboreal owl will choose to take the initiative and fight against Feng Qinglang for the ultimate showdown.

At this time, Feng Qinglang, who was about to go on an expedition, suddenly discovered that beside the throne in his temple, Zao Mo in the cage was staring blankly at the droplets of divine power on his throne.

For poor Zong Mo, if he still uses his confused time in the abyss plane to calculate the world, then he has already spent countless epochs.

However, Zong Mo didn't look as depressed as usual today. Feng Qinglang couldn't help but follow his gaze and look into the crystallization of his own divine power.
Chapter completed!