As soon as he finished speaking, the microphone of the woman in the red dress lit up:

"I have a flesh and blood clone of Yuanshi Tianzun."

Demon Eye King heard his frantic heartbeat again, he pressed the microphone: "Really, really?"

The lord of the Palace of Killing let out a "hmm":

"I can send that avatar here. The problem is that the northwest is the territory of Bishop Bing, guarded by the four heavenly kings. Yuanshi Tianzun is resurrected in the wolf's den. The risk is too high."

"And even though Shura is sleeping, for a strong man of his level, every move of the stronghold is in his perception. You'd better find a way to bring the mother god's womb out of the bishop."

Fu Qingyang interjected: "The two of you are called together tonight to discuss the specific details. I have already used stargazing and divination props to calculate in advance that the resurrection of Yuanshi Tianzun will go smoothly, but after all, it involves the high-level Bing Bishop. Might not be accurate."

Unexpectedly reliable... After hearing this, the Demon Eye Heavenly King felt relieved and said:

"Fearing the Heavenly King to run around all day long, longing for freedom, he will not let himself stay in one place for a long time. As for Shura, he doesn't care about it. To him, we are all ants, and Yuanshi Tianzun is an ant among ants .�

"Do you care about the resurrection of an ant?"

He didn't even bother to reject the ants.

Although Yuanshi Tianzun is a thorn in the side of the evil organization, but this is relative to the ruler and the saint.

The demigod doesn't care about the life and death of Yuanshi Tianzun, let alone Shura, the most powerful demigod.

"What about Silver Moon, Ghost Saber and Extinction?" Fu Qingyang asked.

Demon Eye Heavenly King pondered for a few seconds, and said: "To lure them out of the northwest, Yinyue's parents smuggled to the Free Federation when they were young, and they were imprisoned on a farm as slaves all their lives. What he hated most in his life was that someone said he was a slave , He claims to have a free personality, no one can be his master, even Shura dares to scold him."

"To deal with him, just make a phone call and say: Bitch born of a lowly slave, get over here and die!

"He will lose his mind and come to you desperately."

"Good idea." Fu Qingyang nodded and gave an affirmative answer.

The Demon Eye King continued: "As for the ghost knife, it's even simpler. Send out a battle post, and he will fight."

"What about the Heavenly King of Extinction?" the Palace Master of Stop Killing asked.

Demon Eye Heavenly King thought for a while, "Extinction is bloodthirsty, three days without blood will make him feel uncomfortable, tomorrow will be the third day, I just need to tell him that a small army sneaked into the northwest recently, and he will rush over excitedly. "

Fu Qingyang and Palace Master Zhisha were silent for a while.

Their biggest headache is how to revive Yuanshi Tianzun in the wolf's den, and retreat calmly under the noses of Shura and the other heavenly kings.

Didn't expect it to be solved like this?

Sure enough, it is good to have an internal response.

The next day, half past eleven.

In the vast and boundless Northwest Gobi, the bare rocks with yellow and reddish ups and downs stretch to the horizon.

Behind a certain hidden sand dune, a few clumps of dwarf Haloxylon trees listlessly accept the scorching sun.

The King of Magic Eyes with a sporty headband on his forehead stepped on the soft, barren and barren land, walked around behind the dunes, and saw Palace Master Zhisha and Fu Qingyang hiding in the shadow of the dunes.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King swept Mr. Qian's clean and tidy white leather boots, and then the clean skirt of Palace Mistress Zhishao, with a dangerous smile on his lips: JrNovels.com