"It's up to Zhang Wutian to see if the Chinese cultivation world can survive this terrible disaster."

At this point, Wang Zhenyuan's voice is still very low, and between the lines is also with a deep sense of killing, Tao.

"In addition, I have now used all my personal networks to search for the whereabouts of the black blood old demon in the whole Chinese territory."

"As long as I find the relevant information about the black blood old demon, I will inform you as soon as possible!"

"Mr. Zhang, you are the top of the golden list in the field of Chinese cultivation, the first person of the younger generation, and the Chinese people of China!"

"In the face of this kind of evil and heresy that injures innocent people and treats other people's lives as a joke, you have the obligation to protect the law for your country!"

"Now, Wang Zhenyuan, on behalf of those innocent people who died under the hands of the black blood old demon, asks for your life!"

Wang Zhenyuan's words made Zhang Xiaofan's face dignified.

"The number of today's celebrities, but also to see you Wutian devil, Zhang Wutian!"

"If the old black blood demon appears in China, please kill him immediately and return the world to heaven and earth!"

After ending the call with Wang Zhenyuan, Zhang Xiaofan's mind is still quite heavy.

I've known old general Wang Zhenyuan for a long time, but Zhang Xiaofan has never seen old general Wang speak to him in such a tone.

This is a kind of solemn declaration with mission inheritance, a sense of mission that the older generation of Chinese heroes transfer the important task to their own hands!

Even now, Zhang Xiaofan can imagine how crazy the black blood old demon was when he was in the Chinese cultivation world!

So much so that even the older generation of General Wang, who is so happy and angry, and whose color remains unchanged after Mount Tai's collapse, can't hide their strong intention to kill him!

"The old black blood demon, isn't it?"

Zhang Xiaofan slightly clenched his hand, red lava surging from his palm, with a burst of hot waves!

"Decades ago, the reason why you were able to leave China alive does not mean how powerful you are."

"It's just because you're lucky that you didn't meet me, Zhang Wutian!"

"Today, you still dare to invade the Chinese cultivation world. This time, you should set up the life you owed last time."

Wutian devil, Zhang Wutian, who is just over the age of weak crown, is the son of Tianjiao, who is rising rapidly like a comet in the Chinese cultivation world. He has already killed the old black blood demon!

Looking at the vast China, the death of those who are watched by Zhang Wutian is just a matter of time, and no one can escape from him.

At that time, Luo Xinghan, the eight faced Buddha who ranked the first in the golden list of China's cultivation circle, was not good. Today, he's even more unworthy of the old black blood demon!

“......”

Just after Zhang Xiaofan finished the call with Wang Zhenyuan, he saw that he took a shower and fell asleep on the empty bed.

An hour and a half later, Qian Wenyi and his roommates came back from the outside.

Needless to say, just looking at Zhu Haoyun and Qian Wenyi, they are almost drunk and unconscious. Their words are also vague, and they whisper the names of Luo Yurou's beautiful roommates from time to time