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Chapter 432 Octagonal Cage!
"Is it the Dragon Rider Martial Saint?"

"Wu Sheng is not dead!"

The people on both sides, who were still fighting, only felt a figure flash in midair, and saw that He Pingan had already appeared in midair.

Everyone stopped fighting in unison, their faces full of disbelief. Everyone saw that He Pingan was sucked into the terrifying space storm, and they thought that the Martial Saint of Riding Dragon had fallen.

But who knows, He Pingan not only did not fall, but appeared here again during the civil strife in the human race.

"See senior!"

Even Wei Jinghuan, Chongyang Zhenxian, and Liu Sheng, who were still fighting fiercely in mid-air, immediately withdrew their magical powers and bowed their hands respectfully to He Pingan.

On the originally chaotic battlefield, there was a rare sign of peace at this time.

Immortal Chongyang and Liu Sheng fluttered even more, and they came to He Pingan's side with surprise on their faces, and bowed to salute: "The safe return of Wu Sheng is really the blessing of the human race, the blessing of Daxuan."

No matter whether it is Emperor Longqing's side or Zhang San's Black Tiger Army's side, they all fell to the ground and shouted in unison: "The Martial Sage has returned safely, it is really a blessing for the human race."

The sound shook the world, and it spread across thousands of miles in an instant.

But after being excited, Zhang San below seemed to have thought of something, and his complexion instantly became gloomy.

He had only met Dragon Rider Martial Saint a few times, but he heard that Emperor Longqing was able to ascend to the throne of God, and that was the approval of Dragon Rider Martial Saint.

In this way, it is self-evident which side Wusheng Riding a Dragon stands on.

"Luo Xianzun, it's time for you to act!"

Thinking of this, Zhang San's heart tightened, he touched a yellowed talisman in his arms, and began to recite silently in his heart.

When Emperor Longqing saw He Pingan, he was naturally ecstatic in his heart. In his heart, the Martial Saint of Riding Dragon was definitely the Martial Saint of Daxuan, and all the starting points were for Daxuan.

Naturally, he will not tolerate Zhang San and other rebellious officials and thieves dividing the territory and disrupting the peace of Daxuan.

He Pingan looked neither sad nor happy, and swept across the dense crowd below with an expressionless face, and finally his eyes stayed on the faces of Emperor Longqing and Zhang San.

The first sentence made everyone turn pale with shock.

"Why don't you fight anymore?"

"I haven't seen enough of the show of poverty, you guys continue!"

After all, with a single move, a huge stone appeared out of thin air, changing its shape arbitrarily under his powerful mana, and then turned into a huge stone bed.

Countless celestial spirits automatically fell on the stone bed.

Wusheng Riding a Dragon flickered, and was already reclining on the stone bed, and even poured himself a glass of wine with his own hands.

Emperor Longqing and Zhang San looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

What puzzled Emperor Longqing was that when Wusheng Riding a Dragon came here, he didn't help him take down Zhang San and Wei Jinghuan in the first place.

Zhang San was even more puzzled. He called Luo Xianzun in his heart, but he didn't get a response, and the Dragon Rider Martial Saint didn't kill him immediately.

On the contrary, Chongyang True Immortal and Liu Sheng seemed to have thought of something, rolled their eyes, and tremblingly came to the stone bed, shouting repeatedly: "Your brother knows your mistake!"

"You know what's wrong, do you know what's wrong?"

He Pingan sneered, put a fairy fruit into his mouth, and looked at Chongyang True Immortal and Liu Sheng indifferently.

Feeling He Ping'an's gaze, Immortal Chongyang and Liu Sheng shuddered all over, and sweat immediately broke out from their backs, and they dared not say a word to justify.

Seeing that the two were not talking, He Ping'an's eyes shifted, and he looked at Wei Jinghuan in the distance, cursing inwardly, you should cooperate at least, how can I play with such arrogance.
Seeing He Pingan looked over, Wei Jinghuan showed a look of unnaturalness on his face. He was the only ghost who knew and participated in He Pingan's plan.

He Pingan had long wanted to find an opportunity to beat these human races who had just won a big victory.

In case these people get carried away with complacency, when the demon emperor comes out of the mountain 20 years later and makes a comeback, the human race will suffer a big loss.

The result was good, before He Pingan came back, the human race had already started fighting among themselves, and gave He Pingan this opportunity.

He Pingan simply pushed the boat with the current, and took advantage of this internal strife to give this group of people a good beating.

Thinking of this, Wei Jinghuan shyly came to the stone bed, stiffened his neck and bowed his head, saying: "Wei knows his mistake, please be punished by the Martial Saint."

Just act a little like you, He Pingan was speechless.

Wei Jinghuan's faltering appearance is like a big daughter-in-law getting married, it's too fake.

It's okay if you let Wei Jinghuan go into battle to kill the enemy, but when it comes to acting, it's still not as easy as Tao Zhenren
But at this time, everyone lowered their heads under He Pingan's power, and did not find anything unusual.

Not bad. He Pingan glanced at the audience with satisfaction. Although Wei Jinghuan's performance was too bad, the effect was achieved.

"You all said you knew you were wrong, but do you know where you went wrong?"

He Pingan slowly sat up straight and asked in a deep voice.

Hearing He Ping'an's question, Chongyang Immortal and Liu Sheng looked at each other, hesitated for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "The two juniors forgot that transcendent monks should not participate in the internal struggles of the human race."

The Martial Sage Riding a Dragon said before that all the monks who have transcended the boundary of the human race are not allowed to participate in the internal struggle of the human race, and they must try their best to prevent it.

But after the two broke through and detached, they only remembered He Ping'an's instructions to protect Emperor Longqing, but they left this sentence behind.

"Did you really forget?"

He Pingan said with a half-smile, as if he could see through everything.

Even if the two broke through and detached, they did not change their personalities.

On the surface, he forgot, but actually he wanted to protect Emperor Longqing, expand the influence of his own sect, and enter the temple.

The small calculations in the minds of these two people, He Ping'an was far away on the border of southern Xinjiang, and he could hear clearly.

Hearing He Ping'an's inquiry, Chongyang Zhenxian and Liu Sheng trembled and did not dare to say another word.

After talking about the two people, He Pingan glanced at Wei Jinghuan, who was stiff-necked, and sighed softly in his heart, forget it, if he scolded this guy, he might jump higher than himself.

His gaze shifted, and once again landed on the faces of Emperor Longqing and Zhang San.

All the reasons for the internal fighting came from these two people.

Sensing He Ping'an's gaze turned, Emperor Longqing's face remained normal, but he kept thinking in his heart, how should he respond to the question of the Martial Saint of Riding a Dragon.

But Zhang San looked anxious, Luo Xianzun hadn't appeared, could something have happened.

However, as He Pingan stared longer and longer, the two of them felt more and more pressure from their eyes, as if a ten thousand catty boulder was on their bodies, and their bodies involuntarily began to use their true energy to resist.

As the pressure increased, Zhang San and Emperor Longqing's true energy had reached its peak, and white smoke began to rise above their heads. Seeing that both of them could no longer hold on, He Pingan spit out five words lightly.

"You guys, keep fighting!"

After the voice fell, the invisible pressure around him suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a huge cage that seemed to be made of gold suddenly appeared out of thin air, trapping the two of them in it.

The cage is composed of regular octagons, and all positions are firmly bound by a dark golden net, making it appear indestructible.

But in the eyes of everyone, they saw a flash of golden light, and Emperor Longqing and Zhang San disappeared in front of everyone at the same time.

In the dark gold octagonal cage.

Zhang San reacted immediately, stepped on his feet hard, and wanted to leave here, but found that the whole body's true energy was bound by a strange force, all controlled in the dantian, and could not function at all.

Emperor Longqing's complexion also changed, apparently also discovering this strange power.

However, both of them were helpless with this force, they couldn't move their true energy at all.

"Martial Sage Riding Dragon, what do you mean?"

Zhang San asked with a gloomy expression.

(End of this chapter)