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Chapter 1581

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Looking at the gloomy little fellow, Wutian could not help but laugh.

"Well, I know you've worked hard all these years. Don't worry about me this time. You can break through to the Eighth Tribulation Divine Spirit first. Once you step into the Eighth Tribulation Divine Spirit, you can take the Diyuan Spiritual Grass and easily step into the Ninth Tribulation Divine Spirit," Wutian said.

The little fellow looked at him in surprise and sighed. "It's rare that you have a conscience. The Frog Lord did not take care of you in vain."

Wutian's face darkened. He said angrily, "Have I always been heartless in your eyes?"

"That's about it."

The little fellow picked its nose and looked sloppy. Wutian almost went berserk, but he held it back and did not want to continue talking nonsense. He knew that even if he had ten more mouths, he would not be able to win against this little bastard. He went directly to the sealed space in the Star Realm and began to refine his soul and refine the remaining 39 Heavenly Tribulation Essence.

As for Nie Caixue, she had not appeared yet, which was enough to show that she was not in the seventh garrison.

"You can't even take a joke. How boring."

Seeing Wutian enter the Star Realm without saying a word, the little fellow was a little unhappy, but it did not take it to heart. It complained secretly, and then its eyes shone brightly. It muttered, "The Frog Lord's realm has been stabilized. Before the seventh garrison is built, I must step into the Eighth Tribulation Divine Spirit. The hunt begins!"

"Whoosh!"

Accompanied by the sound of the air being torn apart, the little fellow quickly disappeared into the boundless sea.

The Star Realm was still the same. It was hidden in one of its golden scales.

The sixth garrison!

At this moment, on the second floor of the Deacon Hall, the House Master of the House of Spring, Xu Ziyang's father, stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the portal.

Xu Ziyang stood aside, looking at the portal from time to time, and at his father and son. There was a clear trace of impatience between his eyebrows.

At first, when Wutian and the little fellow entered the seventh garrison, Xu Ziyang also went to the seventh garrison on his father's orders and told Wutian everything.

Hearing that his younger brother had been killed, Wu Ping was naturally furious. He immediately rushed out of the Duty Hall to look for the little fellow.

At that time, Xu Ziyang was also watching coldly from within the crowd. He originally thought that the little fellow was dead for sure, but never had he imagined that in the end, it was Wu Ping and the other two that were killed instead.

Seeing this, Xu Ziyang did not dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly returned to the sixth garrison and told his father and the head of the House of Spring that Wutian and the other two had been killed, as well as the true identities of Wutian and the little fellow.

When the two heard this, their first reaction was to go to the seventh garrison to kill Wutian and his companion. However, when they arrived at the portal, they stopped.

Wutian and the Heaven-devouring Beast could even kill Wu Ping and the other two who were Eighth Tribulation Divine Spirits. Wouldn't it be suicide for two mere Seventh Tribulation Divine Spirits like them to go there?

However, the supreme godhead was on Wutian's body. If they were lucky enough to obtain it, they could immediately become a supreme godhead, and dominating a region wouldn't be a dream.

Even if they didn't obtain the supreme godhead, didn't they still have the Immortal Spirit Flower?

The Immortal Spirit Flower was a priceless treasure. If they sold it to the Tianbaoge Hall, it was enough to give them a lifetime's worth of resources.

If they handed it over to the Celestial Court or the Alliance, they could even get a position in the government, and their future was limitless.

However, they were also wary of Wutian and the little fellow's strength.

On one side was the supreme godhead and the Immortal Spirit Flower, while on the other side was a terrifying expert that could kill an Eighth Tribulation Divine Spirit. The two of them couldn't make up their minds, thus they had been hesitating until now.

Xu Ziyang frowned. He couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Father, Uncle, are we going or not?"

His father asked, "Ziyang, are you sure that Wu Ping and the other two were killed by the Heaven-devouring Beast?"

Xu Ziyang weakly said, "Father, you've asked this question eight hundred times, it should be enough!"

His father smiled awkwardly, then looked at the Manor of Spring Pleasure's Head and asked, "Manor Head, do you think we should go or not?"

The Manor of Spring Pleasure's Head was hesitant. A moment later, she gritted her teeth and said, "Wealth comes from danger. Xu Hong, I think we should go to the Seventh Garrison to take a look. If Wutian and the Heaven-devouring Beast are really invincible, we can retreat."

Xu Ziyang said, "I agree with Uncle's suggestion. Not to mention, the people in the Seventh Garrison are all Seventh Tribulation Divine Spirits, and there are a lot of them. No matter how heaven-defying Wutian and the Heaven-devouring Beast are, they won't be able to withstand their attacks. Maybe they're already on the verge of death. If we go now, we can take advantage of the situation."

In the end, his father Xu Hong couldn't resist the temptation of the supreme godhead and Immortal Spirit Flower. He nodded and said, "Alright, we'll go take a look, but it's better to be careful. Yang 'er, go open the transmission gate."

"Okay."

Xu Ziyang nodded, a bright smile crept onto his face. He took out a token from his robe and embedded it in the groove of the transmission gate.

However, contrary to their expectations, the token didn't shatter, and the transmission gate didn't open!

At first, they thought it was because of the token, but when Xu Ziyang took out ten tokens and tested them one by one, the transmission gate still didn't respond. The three of them gradually realized that things weren't looking good.

Xu Ziyang turned around to look at his two Elders with a frown, "What's going on?"

Xu Hong said solemnly, "There's only one explanation for the transmission gate not responding."

As he said this, a chill that couldn't be dissolved emerged in his heart, like a fishbone stuck in his throat. He couldn't bring himself to say the rest of his words.

The House of Spring Pleasure's Head was the same. His gloomy eyes were filled with disbelief!

Seeing this, Xu Ziyang's uneasiness grew, to the point that he could hear his heartbeat. He urged, "Father, Uncle, say something ah!"

The House of Spring Pleasure's Head took a deep breath and glanced at the transmission gate, saying, "Nephew, only the Seventh Garrison's transmission gate is destroyed, then our transmission gate can't open."

"What?!"

Xu Ziyang exclaimed. After a moment of daze, he asked, "Uncle, you mean, the Seventh Garrison's transmission gate has been destroyed?"

Clearly, he couldn't believe this terrifying truth.

The House of Spring Pleasure's Head nodded.

After receiving confirmation, Xu Ziyang's body shuddered and the multiple tokens in his hands fell to the ground with clanking sounds. However, the three of them were oblivious to it and lowered their heads. Their minds were in a mess and their eyes were filled with shock and horror!

After an unknown period of time, the House of Spring Pleasure's Head was the first to regain his senses and said solemnly, "Xu Hong, we have to report this."

Xu Hong nodded hurriedly. "Yes, yes, yes. We have to report this. But what should we say?"

The House of Spring Pleasure's Head said, "Just say that the Seventh Garrison's Assignment Hall might have been destroyed by Wutian and the Heaven Devouring Beast."

Xu Hong nodded.

The two of them took out their Earth Token and sent a message to the people behind them.

Ninth Garrison!

In a certain hall, a white-robed man and a black-robed man sat opposite each other at a coffee table, as though they were discussing something.

Suddenly, the two of them frowned at the same time and reached into their pockets, taking out an Earth Token.

When their spirit consciousnesses entered the Earth Token and they understood the contents, the two of them stood up abruptly with intense rage burning in their eyes!

"It's these two little bastards again. Damn it!"

"Let's go to the Eighth Garrison!"

Before their words were finished, the two of them vanished without a trace.

After arriving at the Eighth Garrison, the two of them sped towards the Seventh Garrison.

500 years later!

The two of them finally arrived above the Seventh Garrison. However, the city they were familiar with was gone!

Sweeping his gaze across the void and sea region, the black-robed man frowned. "How could this be?"

The white-robed man said in a deep voice, "Is there a need to think? The Seventh Garrison must have been destroyed by Wutian and the Heaven Devouring Beast! "

The black-robed man's face darkened when he heard that. "In that case, wouldn't the people of the Seventh Garrison have already become wandering ghosts under their command?"

The white-robed man said, "I'm afraid that as long as they were in the Seventh Garrison back then, there would be nothing left of them."

The black-robed man's eyes suddenly emitted a chilling light. He said angrily, "Damn it, these two heartless little bastards. It's simply intolerable if we don't kill them!"

"He even dared to massacre the God Realm, let alone a small garrison." The white-robed man's eyes were as gloomy as water, and his cold tone was also filled with killing intent that could not be dispersed. He looked as though he could not wait to skin Wutian and Little Rascal alive.

The two of them were silent for a long time before the anger in their hearts subsided a little.

The white-robed man took a deep breath and said, "We can't do without the Seventh Garrison. You and I will work together to rebuild a city. After cleaning up this mess and arranging everything, we'll find those two little bastards and settle the old and new grudges together."

The black-robed man's eyes flickered coldly. Just thinking about the project of rebuilding the garrison made his head swell. His hatred for Wutian and Little Rascal also became more and more uncontrollable.

After a while, he finally calmed down and said, "I remember that there's a relatively large island nearby. I'll go and capture it."

After that, without waiting for the white-robed man's reply, the black-robed man disappeared without a trace in a flash.

A hundred breaths later, the black-robed man returned, but there was an additional behemoth above his head. It was an island with a diameter of tens of millions of miles. On the island, except for the absence of ferocious beasts, there were all kinds of flowers and trees. From afar, it looked like a small continent!

The black-robed man used a great ability to bring the island to the white-robed man. He smiled faintly and said, "How is it? This island should be enough, right? "

The white-robed man nodded. After helping to stabilize the island in the air, they each stood on one side. As he waved his hands, divine energy gushed out and shrouded the entire island as he began to rebuild the Seventh Garrison.

Elegant villas, splendid halls, long streets, and thick city walls quickly took shape!

Three days later, a magnificent city appeared in the sky. The two of them stopped and looked at each other from afar. Their hearts were filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Then, the two of them gathered together.

The white-robed man said, "I think we should use our divine energy to refine the garrisons."

"That makes sense."

The black-robed man nodded. Then, the two of them began to refine the city with their divine energy.

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