Chapter 2752 The powerful foundation of Wutong Holy Land

Facts have proved that the difference between the half-step to the strongest who is promoted step by step and the half-step to the strongest by relying on one's own ability is not even a tiny bit.

For example, Sword Thirteen and Yin Yangzi, two against four, both occupy the absolute top.

With the support of the Star Wars Formation, they were even more at home, suppressing the Wutong Holy Land without any ability to fight back.

Wutong Holy Land can be said to have shot itself in the foot.

If they hadn't taught the old Taoist master and others the star battle formation, they might not have been defeated so miserably at this time.

All I can say is that you will not survive if you do it yourself!

When they saw Han Yang beheading Zhan Xing and turning his attention to the battlefield, the dojos on both sides of the head and the rat that failed to line up in time began to panic.

When Wutong Holy Land is defeated, it will be their turn.

After several ancestors looked at each other, they all stood in front of Han Yang and bowed humbly.

"Han Zun! Please give us a chance to atone for our sins. We are willing to be pawns and kill the Wutong Holy Land..."

There are more than thirty leader levels, which are enough to intimidate a powerful force anywhere.

But at this time, these leaders did not even dare to raise their heads in front of Han Yang.

The scene of the silent death of Yehuang Anzi in Wutong Holy Land earlier had frightened these cult leaders.

They don't want to become Han Yang's dead soul.

"Be a pawn and kill the Wutong Holy Land?"

A strange smile appeared at the corner of Han Yang's mouth.

These indecisive fools who cannot see the situation clearly think that the Holy Land of Wutong is really in decline and can be manipulated as they like, right?

Not to mention anything else, the three ancestors who had appeared in Daojun Jiumei's memory and the Divine Light Mirror have not yet appeared.

The outcome is not yet determined!

"If you are willing to atone for your sins, then I will give you this opportunity! You set out now to kill Wutong Holy Land! If you can destroy Wutong Holy Land, then I can forgive your sins."

Han Yang said with malice.

Those cult leaders didn't know the truth and thought that Han Yang really gave them a chance to atone for their sins, so they hurriedly thanked him profusely.

"Don't worry, Han Zun! We will never let you down, Han Zun, this time!"

"Immortal Wutong Holy Land, we will never return!"

"I am willing to die for Han Zun!"

These powerful leaders can achieve the status of ancestors in the dojo, so naturally they are not idiots.

They also understand that it is impossible for the Holy Land of Wutong to really come out in full force.

Most likely, there will be one or two half-step experts guarding the dojo.

Their departure is basically a disaster.

But they have no choice.

Only death can make Han Yang forgive their sect and not destroy their inheritance.

This is the price of taking the wrong side!

Han Yang waved his hand and ordered these fools destined to perish to leave and stop paying attention.

Above the town, the fighting continued.

With the fall of Yi Zun, the Half-Step Supreme Power, the Wutong Holy Land suffered all casualties.

After another three or two sticks of incense, the battle was finally over.

But Han Yang was not satisfied with this battle.

Both he and Xiao Jiuer hid their strength and showed weakness to the enemy, just to lure the big fish to the bait, but in the end the expected big fish did not appear.

Only Our Lady of the Lotus Pond jumped slightly in the way of seizing the body, which was not in line with Han Yang's plan.

"Judging from the information provided by Dongfang Qing, the people of Tianwaitian should be extremely arrogant and arrogant. How can they resist not appearing? This is not in line with their character..."

Han Yang cast his gaze in the direction of Wutong Holy Land and murmured to himself: "Since the plan here failed, I can only place my hope on Meihua... I hope they won't let me down!"

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At the same time the war broke out.

Outside the Wutong Holy Land.

The Holy Land of Wutong can stand tall in the world, oppress all living beings, and even force the two branches of salvation and calamity to bow their heads. In addition to its own heritage, the dojo where the holy land is located also has a third contribution.

The dojo stands in the void and merges with the barrier of the divine world.

Mysterious rules spread throughout the dojo, and even the mist of the Chaos Sea outside the divine realm rippled among the mountains.

All kinds of weird and mysterious auras are scattered in the dojo.

Ordinary warriors would probably be torn into pieces by the mist of the Chaos Sea and various rules as long as they appeared here.

Only the strong men in Wutong Dojo who have experienced the cruel baptism of Jiuzhan Magpie Nest can return to the dojo and practice here.

Countless powerful men are like ancient giant beasts, breathing mysterious aura.

Like stars twinkling.

The number of strong men in Wutong Holy Land is like the stars in the sky!

On the top of the stars, a palace stands, blooming with the light of ancient times and the present.

At this time, the three founders of Wutong Holy Land were sitting high on the throne, looking down.

"Except for the Seven Phoenixes, everyone else has died! This Han Yang is more difficult to deal with than expected..."

The ancestor Zuoshou frowned, seeming worried.

The ancestor on the right chuckled and said: "Isn't this something that has been expected? Brother Taoist, why do you have to be so pretentious..."

Being ridiculed by his fellow disciples, Zuo Shou Ancestor was not angry.

The disciples of Wutong Holy Land have all experienced the baptism of occupying the magpie's nest, and the friendship between them is weak.

Verbal provocation will not cause any change in their mood at all.

"What I expected the most is that he didn't kill the trash in Zhutian Dojo, but instead drove those people to besiege my Wutong Dojo. In this way, we will inevitably get our hands dirty..."

Zuoshou Ancestor seemed unwilling to go on a killing spree.

This is simply unbelievable in Wutong Holy Land.

The female ancestor who occupied the top position also slowly spoke: "The coming of the Son of God is an opportunity and a test for us! If all our strength is exposed at this time, it will be very detrimental to us."

The ancestor on the right rarely became serious. He raised his eyebrows and asked: "What is the identity of the Son of God who descended this time? After arriving, he did not come to our main altar. Instead, he chose to leave alone and act alone..."

The first ancestor sighed: "I heard that he is the direct son of the previous sect master and one of the three people who has the opportunity to take over as the Holy Master. It is inevitable to be a little arrogant..."

The ancestor on the right suddenly thought of a possibility and said with a strange smile: "Do you think that after hearing the legend of Han Yang, the Son of God will become interested in Han Yang and run to hunt Han Yang? If that is the case, then what will happen to the pair? Can we kill two birds with one stone?"

After finishing speaking, I found that the other two people were silent.

It was obvious that everyone had vaguely thought of this possibility and didn't want to express it openly.

The First Ancestor did not want to continue this topic, and casually ordered: "Go down and make arrangements. After Qihuang returns, order her to take the three death warriors to kill all the idiots on both ends of the rat..."

The expression of the ancestor on the right changed slightly: "Do you really want to use the death warriors? If the Son of God detects something abnormal, then we..."

The first ancestor chuckled and said: "As long as Han Yang falls, the sect can only rely on us to rule the divine world. Even if we know the existence of the death warriors, it doesn't matter! If we don't expose the death warriors, we won't arouse the sect's vigilance."

The other two ancestors nodded silently.

Right!

Those guys in the Shangzong, all claiming to be golden branches and jade leaves, treat the God Realm as a quagmire, and there is no way they can lower themselves to the lower realms to rule the God Realm.

In this case, it doesn't hurt to show off some of your strength.

It's just a pity that Han Yang couldn't use Han Yang's hands to massacre all the dojos.

They will be responsible for the massacre of many cult leaders.

Down from the top of the dazzling stars, there are underground caves that stretch for tens of thousands of miles.

There were corpses exuding a strong aura of death.

Three of the corpses slowly opened their eyes, their eyes scarlet.