How Come My Dog Becomes Unbeatable

The axe flashed in an instant!

Wan Jinming’s eyes were filled with confusion.

He didn’t understand why he would still die. He didn’t want to take revenge anymore.

Bang!

His eyes were still filled with confusion even when his life was completely gone.

How dare you bully a little hamster? Don’t you know Master likes the little hamster the most?

Zhou Mingjun looked at Soul Suppressing Palace coldly. He had no good impression on these people, so he naturally wouldn’t have a good temper.

I will kill them. If you want to take revenge, I will gladly accept it!

Zhou Mingjun looked at the people of Imperial Mountain and said coldly.

The faces of these people of Imperial Mountain changed rapidly. Each of them clenched their fists, but in the end, they could only helplessly let go of their fists.

As for you guys, Master won’t see you guys. Go back!

Zhou Mingjun knew Zhang Xuan’s temper and directly refused.

You…

Some people were unhappy, but they could only sigh helplessly.

Zhou Mingjun looked at these people and saw the unwillingness and helplessness in their eyes. He sneered in his heart.

At this moment, these people thought he was arrogant and domineering, so they suffered a grievance. However, these people didn’t want to think about what these people did when the people of the five holy lands arrived in B City.

They treated human lives like grass!

Arrogant and despotic!

Only the people of Saint Martial Mountain were better, but there was a limit to that. The pride of a holy land was also present in Saint Martial Mountain.

Fellow Daoist, another day, I would like to have a fair and square competition with you!

Guan Shengwu didn’t pay attention to the unsightly expressions on everyone’s faces. He took a step forward and said while cupping his fists.

He was talking about another day!

This was the pride of a genius.

Zhou Mingjun was fighting with a demon lord for so long, and his strength was damaged. Guan Shengwu didn’t want to take advantage of this opportunity.

Zhou Mingjun had a very good impression on Guan Shengwu. He nodded at Guan Shengwu, “Tomorrow, let’s fight in Misty Forest!”

Alright!

Guan Shengwu was overjoyed. Without any hesitation, he turned around and returned to the Divine Ship in Saint Martial Mountain.

Seeing this, the people from Saint Martial Mountain also returned to the Divine Ship.

The people of Imperial Mountain had the ugliest expressions on their faces.

Their people were killed in front of so many people. If they didn’t say anything, where would the pressure of Imperial Mountain be?

However, when they thought about what happened to Soul Suppressing Palace and Heavenly Demon Hall, their bodies trembled.

The strength of that dog was too terrifying.

The face of the Primordial Immortal who was rejected by the Yama Hall didn’t change at all. He cupped his fists at Zhou Mingjun, Chen Ming, and the dog. A smile was plastered on his face the whole time, then he turned around and returned to the Divine Ship.

…

Wu Jinghua finally arrived at the courtyard with a group of people.

Gua Wazi and the others looked at the small courtyard in front of them with yearning in their eyes as if they were on a pilgrimage.

Village chief, quickly take out the Heavenly Book of Old Ancestor Book Sovereign and give it a try! Gua Wazi said in a low voice with anticipation.

The others’ eyes were also filled with hope.

Wu Jinghua knew these juniors had suffered enough from fleeing and desperately wanted to settle down.

He nodded, but his heart was filled with sorrow.

Back then, the Pangu Sect was so mighty that it could shake the world. But now, even living a stable life became a kind of extravagant hope.

This time, in order to confirm the identity of this old ancestor, they brought along a few magic treasures that were once used by the old ancestors. Once these magic treasures had a reaction, it would be enough to prove that Senior Zhang was one of their old ancestors.

Wu Jinghua took out a book first, and the others looked at it with anticipation.

This book was Patriarch Book Sovereign’s magic treasure, the Heavenly Book. It would definitely be able to sense Patriarch Book Sovereign.

In the next second, they were stunned.

There’s no reaction!

How could there be no response?

Something’s not right. It’s obviously Old Ancestor Book Sovereign. Why is there no reaction?

Could it be Old Ancestor Painting Sovereign? Village Chief, let’s give it a try!

The result of the first test made these people disappointed.

They were unwilling to give up. They were certain the senior in the courtyard must be from the Pangu Sect.

Wu Jinghua quickly took out a piece of paper. It was tattered and looked like it could be destroyed at any time.

Wu Jinghua carefully took it out. This piece of paper was blank, but if one looked closely, they would be able to see some vague marks on it.

Suddenly, a wave of Taoist Charm spilled out from the plaque, instantly enveloping the piece of paper. Under everyone’s disbelieving gaze, the piece of paper turned into ashes and disappeared.

This is impossible? This is not true? This is the painting drawn by Old Ancestor Painting Sovereign!

Chief…

The result of the second test was unacceptable to the young men.

There must be a problem somewhere? Village Chief, has it been too long? Has the Old Ancestor lost connection with their treasure?

Wu Jinghua shook his head immediately. “Impossible. This is a painting personally drawn by the old ancestor. Even if the old ancestor is reborn, his soul will never change.”

Then what’s going on?

That’s right. Village chief, what’s going on?!

It was clearly their Old Ancestor, but why were there accidents happening to these things twice?

Isn’t it the axe of Patriarch Mighty? Senior Zhang’s disciples are using axes, so he must be Old Ancestor Li Zun!

That’s right. Village Chief, take it out now!

No need, we must mistake him for someone else!

Wu Jinghua’s expression became very ugly.

Disappointment!

Despair!

Old Ancestor Lizun definitely didn’t carry the aura of a scroll on his body, but Zhang Xuan was sensed by him from afar, and he carried a thick aura of a scroll on his body.

Could it be that he really found the wrong person?

Village Chief, what should we do? Wazi Wazi and the others’ faces were filled with despair.

To them, ‘hope’ was the greatest killer!

They had been on the run for so many years, and they were already used to the life of escaping.

But why did they have to see hope?

They even planned out how they were going to live in the future.

But…

The faces of Gua Wazi and the others were ashen. There was a faint sense of death emanating from them.

They never thought about what would happen if Senior Zhang wasn’t their ancestor.

They had already informed the old, weak, women, and children of Lower Realm in the village.

They promised them, but…

When they thought of this, they felt more despair.

At this moment, the sound of fighting came from the direction of B City.

Looking at the two people waving their axes in the Void, melon Wazi muttered, “This is the Heaven Splitting Style of our Pangu Sect. How can they not be our people!”

Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind.

Gua Wazi’s eyes lit up. He looked at Wu Jinghua and said, “Chief, do you think this senior is the master of the three ancestors?”

When he saw the confused expressions on everyone’s faces, Gua Wazi explained, “Isn’t it rumored that the three ancestors, Li Zun, Book Sovereign and Painting Sovereign, came from the same sect? Think about it, could it be that we met the master of the three ancestors?”

Hearing Gua Wazi’s words, the eyes of people who were in despair became brighter.

That’s right, it’s not like there’s no such possibility!contemporary romance

If this senior was really the master of their three ancestors… Then…

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