The words sound just fell and Su Mo’s heart felt something and looked into the distance.
At the end of the sky, there is a team of more than a thousand people galloping. The terrible thing is that this team is made up of people who fix the truth.
Su Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly to see clearly.
These practitioners are extremely fast and have reached the level of building a foundation!
A team composed of monks from Tsukiji has such a strong strength?
"Can’t come" Song Ji looks pale and shook his head.
Su Hong clenched his fists and said, "I can’t do nothing when I call Xuanjia fighters."
"Wait"
Su Mo stopped Su Hong and shook his head. "Don’t make a move and look at the situation first."
Neither Su Hong nor Song Qi has ever played against Godsworn Tsukiji, but Su Mo knows the strength of Godsworn Tsukiji clearly.
If a team of more than a thousand monks from Tsukiji makes efforts, let alone 50,000 armored fighters, they will all be doomed!
This is not the Cang Lang Mountains, facing a Buddhist monk Su Mo, not to mention a team of more than a thousand Buddhist monks.
What can be done now is waiting.
It wasn’t long before more than a thousand monks from Tsukiji came to Pingyang Town to decorate their eyes with unity and determination, and there was a trace of iron and blood in their hands. They didn’t look like those who fix the truth, but like an army of a country.
There is an elegant and luxurious chariot floating in front of more than a thousand Buddhist monks. Although people are carrying it, they are floating steadily in the middle.
There is a glittering bead curtain hanging in front of the chariot, and it seems that there is a person sitting in it who can’t see clearly.
"This is …"
Everyone in the Su family was shocked.
Song Qi, a body trainer, has never seen such a big battle.
"Something is wrong"
Zheng Bo’s novel says, "The decorative marks of these people seem to be the symbols of the Zhou Dynasty."
In the middle school, each monk’s cuff is printed with an exquisite golden dragon with five claws, which vividly emits bursts of coercion.
At this time, a monk who was like the leader of the Tsukiji came out wearing a golden cassock, and his sharp eyes swept Su Fu and all Su Mo paused.
Then the man pulled out a piece of golden cloth from the waist bag and slowly exhibited it.
Seeing this golden cloth, Su Hong and Zheng Bo’s look changed greatly, they exclaimed, "Heavenly edict!"
This kind of golden silk was qualified to be promulgated by the Zhou Dynasty and was made by Zhou Tian!
Who is Zhou Sunday?
The whole Zhou Dynasty has made great contributions to the construction of the four fields.
In the morning, anger can overwhelm a million bodies!
Every vassal state of the Great Zhou Dynasty can meet the conditions, otherwise it will be judged that the crime of disobedience will be conquered by the Great Zhou Dynasty!
"The prince moved to frame Zhongliang, causing chaos in the Chaogang to be abolished. Wen Suhong is the Su Mu of Yan, who won the hearts of the people and loved the people. If you can seal a new king! Hereby, I’d like to inform you that Tianxian has heard about it. "
Half-gold armour will slowly close the imperial edict in his hand and look at Su Hongshen’s way: "Su Hongshen will take the order."
"This …"
Su Hong leng in situ look shocked eyes full of disbelief.
The Zhou dynasty rarely intervened in the affairs of various vassal States, and the situation of sealing a king in heaven was unprecedented.
Su Hong doesn’t want to be king.
The former refused Wei Mingcheng’s proposal because he was worried that it would be difficult for him to claim the title of king and war would break out, and the people of Yan Guo and Gu would be involved in the war.
Now, one day, Su Hong, the imperial edict hand, will seal the prince and the state of Yan without bloodshed, and war will never break out.