Chapter 5953

In the restaurant, Zuo Wuyou drowns his worries with wine and looks in a trance.

Brother Yang, who went back to the holy city through hardships and hardships with him, died!

Just yesterday, news came from the holy palace that brother Yang failed to pass the test left by the first generation of saints, which proved that he was not a real son, but a generation with ulterior motives came to impersonate him. As a result, he was jointly killed by all flag leaders in that test place!

When the news came out, the morning light shook, which was really difficult for the middle school students to accept.

After countless years of waiting and suffering, we finally ushered in the man of prophecy. A glimmer of dawn bloomed in the darkness. As a result, before the time of one day, the dawn was annihilated and the world fell into darkness again.

Then, however, another exciting news came from the temple.

The real saint son was born secretly as early as ten years ago. The real saint son is the man of prophecy. He has long passed the test left by the first generation of saints and won the recognition of saints and many flag owners.

In the past ten years, he has closed himself to practice, and his accomplishments have reached the peak of the wandering mirror!

Now, the son of God is about to leave the pass, and the god religion is also preparing to send troops to Moyuan!

The congregation went crazy and the dawn began to boil.

The second news is really too exciting. It instantly dissipates the various effects brought by the death of the fake son. Everyone is immersed in the desire and expectation for a better future. As for the fake son who entered the city the day before... Who is it? Who remembers?

Zuo Wuyou remember!

Along the way, he clearly saw how brother Yang defeated the strong with the weak. Only with the cultivation of Zhenyuan realm, he killed the strong in the wandering realm, hurt Xueji and retired from the commander of the land department. Later, he magically asked Xueji to bow down to him.

He once thought that the son should be so powerful that ordinary people can't do anything! Only such a son can shoulder the important task of saving the world!

But even brother Yang was killed by the flag owners in the place of test.

The high level of the divine religion has confirmed his identity as a hypocrite

Zuo Wuyou was at a loss and didn't know what was the truth.

If brother Yang is a fake, why did he come to the holy city to die?

What's the matter with Chuan and?

What about the unknown flag leader who hid his identity and secretly came to attack and kill them?

This world, true or false, false or true, is too complicated

Zuo Wuyou picked up the wine pot in front of him, looked up and drank!

Put down the wine pot and walk away. A man with a straight heart like him is not suitable to consider any intrigues. He was born a man of the divine religion and the divine religion gave him everything. Now the divine religion is about to send troops to the ink abyss, and it is time for him to contribute his own strength!

The efficiency of Guangming Shinto is still very high. When the true son was born, each flag called troops. In only three days, one flag army set out from the holy city under the leadership of the major flag owners and sent troops to Moyuan in four routes.

After countless years of planning and preparation, the Shenjiao army is strong, and the son sits in the middle army, which makes the morale of the army like a rainbow.

Soon, large and small wars broke out everywhere.

Although Mohism has been fighting against the gods over the years, they have maintained a certain degree of restraint. No one expected that the gods began to play real this time.

For a while, the Mohist sect lost its armor and lost a large area of territory in its hands, which was occupied by the divine sect.

The four armies went hand in hand and changed their masters one city after another.

It was not until a few days later that the Mohist sect was caught off guard that it quickly stabilized its position, and the scattered forces gradually gathered and guarded according to the danger.

In fact, the original world is not big. The size of the whole universe is there, and how big can the territory be.

If the world is divided into two and only based on the East and the west, the East will be occupied by Guangming Shinto and the west by Mohism.

In the middle of the territory of the two religions, there is a spacious gray area, which is not deliberately controlled by both sides. It can be said to be a laissez faire area.

This area has always been the place where the conflicts between the two religions break out frequently, and it is also the buffer point for the contradictions between the two religions.

On the premise that there is no absolute power to defeat the opponent, such a buffer zone is very necessary.

This buffer zone is close to the position controlled by Mohism in the West. There is a small Fu'an City, which is small and has a small population.

The cultivation of the city Lord is only a level of wandering. He is a fat man with a big belly.

Originally, his strength was not enough to serve as the head of a city. However, because this is the default buffer zone of the two religions, he can sit in this position. Nominally, he is not under the jurisdiction of any one force, but in fact, he has already secretly taken refuge in the Mohism and secretly collected information from all sides for the Mohism.

After all, Fu'an City is closer to the territory of Mohism. This is also a wise move.

The fat city Lord has spent ten years in such a leisurely day, but today, he can't relax any more.

The army of the light God cult is coming, and the cities in the buffer zone are under the control of the God cult. It will soon hit Fu'an City.

At this critical moment, he had to make a choice, whether to continue to work secretly for the Mohism or to turn to the light God.

Holding a jade slip in his hand, the jade slip contains important information in recent days. The fat city Lord frowned into Sichuan characters.

"It's troublesome. The false son was killed and the true son was born. The bright god religion raised the power of the whole religion and sent troops to Moyuan. Fu'an City is a must pass through. He has to get in touch with the bright god religion as soon as possible..." he knows that he has a few kilograms and two. He can't resist the advance of the army of the bright god religion.

At present, the army of Guangming Shenjiao is like a rainbow, and Fu'an City is doomed to be unstoppable. It is urgent to vote for Guangming Shenjiao first.

But he didn't notice that when he spoke, the boneless and charming woman in his arms trembled slightly.

The woman slowly straightened up from his arms and looked at him with a gentle voice: "Sir, you said... Who was killed?"

The fat city Lord said with a smile, "a guy pretending to be the son of the divine religion rushed to the dawn all the way. As a result, he failed to pass the test of the bright divine religion and was cut off by several flag leaders."

The woman smiled and said, "what's his name?"

The fat city Lord recalled, "it seems that his name is Yang Kai or something."

The woman lowered her eyes and looked at the jade slips in the fat city master's hand: "can I have a look?"

The fat city Lord stretched out his hand, pinched her face and said with a smile, "this is the stuff of a practitioner. You haven't practiced, and you can't see it inside..."

Before he finished, the fat city Lord's face changed, because he didn't know when the jade slips he held in his hand ran into the hands of the woman in front of him.

The fat city Lord didn't even know what had happened.

His big hand froze and stared at the woman in front of him. He looked surprised for a moment, and then gradually became frightened.

He recalled a rumor

On the other side, the woman didn't feel the reaction to him. She just quietly examined the jade slips in her hand for a long time and said, "it's impossible! He can't die like this! How can he die like this!"

When the woman's voice fell, the fat city Lord ran out at a vigorous speed that was completely inconsistent with his body shape. He hunted in clothes as fast as lightning. Obviously, he used all his strength.

He's running away from here!

If the rumor is true, the weak woman who has been with him for three years is definitely not something he can deal with!

However, the scene that made him despair appeared. When he was only three inches away from the window, a powerful binding force suddenly came and directly dragged him back and sat down in front of the woman.

The fat city Lord trembled and turned blue.

The woman got up slowly. The weakness of the past three years disappeared at a moment. Her whole body was filled with a terrible breath. She looked down at the fat man in front of her. Her tone was so cold that she had almost no feelings: "do you say that man is dead?"

The fat city Lord didn't know the answer. He only guessed what the dead false Saint had to do with the woman in front of him. He immediately kowtowed: "my Lord, my subordinates don't know. My subordinates have just received the information, and they haven't had time to verify it!"

The woman's eyes moved: "do you know who I am?"

The fat city Lord said truthfully, "my subordinates only have some guesses."

The woman nodded: "well, it seems that you are a smart man. Smart people should do smart things."

The fat city Lord had a flash of inspiration and immediately said, "don't worry, sir. My subordinates will arrange someone to verify the authenticity of the news and give you an accurate reply at the first time."

"Well, go." The woman waved her hand.

The fat city Lord is like a dream of amnesty. Even if he wants to get up, he looks up and sees that the woman looked at him playfully. Her face is still so charming, but the familiar face in the past looks so strange at the moment.

A layer of blood fog has wrapped the fat city Lord

"Spare your life, my Lord!" The fat city Lord roared in horror. When the blood fog appeared, he didn't know that his previous guess was right.

This is really that woman!

That rumor is also true!

If the blood fog was spiritual, it suddenly rushed to the fat city Lord and went into his body along the pores. The fat city Lord howled miserably, and his voice was gradually inaudible.

After a while, there was only a ferocious corpse left, and the rich blood mist poured out for the women to absorb.

The woman who should have been happy was now full of pain, as if she had lost the most important thing. She whispered to herself: "it's impossible to die. How can you die so badly? I won't allow you to die!"

Her expression was slightly ferocious, and she quickly made up her mind: "I'll check it myself!"

As soon as he turned around, he turned into a red light and rushed to the sky.

Half a day after the woman left, the corpse of the fat city Lord was found in the city Lord's house, and there was a riot.

When the woman rushed out of Fu'an City, she suddenly felt something and turned her head to look in one direction.

It seemed that something was guiding her in that direction.

The woman frowned and looked puzzled, but with only a little hesitation, she swept away in that direction.

Shaoqing, she saw a familiar figure in the pavilion outside the city. Although the person wore a strange face she had never seen, the weak feeling in her blood made her sure that the person in front of her was the one she wanted to find.