"Your Majesty, I really didn't expect that this son is narrow-minded, and he doesn't think about the feelings of the same clan at all, and takes revenge for personal gain, if it continues like this, even if it is a descendant of my clan, I am afraid that he will be poisoned!"

Song Pu had a bitter old face, and his already rickety back was almost bent to the ground.

Dignified and half-saint, a great elder of a clan, with a high position, he is considered the top existence in the Great Xianbei Mountain, but even in front of the incarnation of the Holy Monarch Divine Thought, he does not dare to have the slightest support.

"This son is quite scheming, I tried it before, I'm afraid it annoyed him!"

The middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt put his hands behind his back, his face was calm and waveless, looking at the mountains in the distance.

"This son is disrespectful to His Majesty, he has committed the most disrespectful crime, Your Majesty is broad-minded, I can't wait!"

Song Pu was a little lower, not only on his face, but also in his heart, he was not sure whether the other incarnations of the Holy Monarch Divine Thought would have the ability to perceive his thoughts, but Confucianism has always been known for its strong Divine Thoughts, and this Confucian sage who opened up a holy path definitely has such ability.

"I know what you're here for!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt turned sideways slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "But there is no solution to this matter!"

"How's that okay?"

Song Pu's heart skipped a beat, and he lost his voice.

"Hey, the ...... I have a grudge in my heart!"

The middle-aged man sighed.

Song Pu's black face suddenly turned a little whiter, the back placket was soaked with sweat at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the white hair on his temples was dripping with sweat.

The dignified half-saint was so frightened!

"Don't worry, that person is also a saint of the clan no matter how he says, and he will never do such a thing that is angry and resentful, but this cause and effect will fall on his head!"

The middle-aged man said lightly.

"You mean ......"

While Song Pu breathed a sigh of relief, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Death and life!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt rarely talked much, and he took the trouble to explain, "I don't know why the junior with such a stumbling fate gave him so confidence and gave him the courage to make a desperate bet!"

"Even you see ......"

Halfway through Songpu's words, he didn't dare to ask any more.

"Although it is not my race, its heart will be different, but the decline of the mountain djinn is like this, after all, it is the fault of our temples, even if it is for the great cause of the human race, the great righteousness is perfect, and the small righteousness is lost. ”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt sighed faintly, and the ripples flashed around his body, and his emotions fluctuated, "Okay, this time, let's put the ancestral land of the Wang House together, only in this way can I invite him to make a move, otherwise, the elite of the Great Xianbei Mountain generation will be killed and injured, and it will definitely be extremely hostile to the human race, and then the Danshan lineage will be destroyed in this place for many years!"

"This ......"

Song Pu was dumbfounded, at a loss.

"You have to remember that everything is based on the overall situation, and Black Dragon Ridge is related to the foundation of the human race in Shenzhou, and there must be no mistakes!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt suddenly said in a solemn tone, and there was no doubt.

"Yes, the younger generation will obey the holy decrees, and the mountain will always be a human race, and they will never dare to have any dissenting intentions, and they will definitely abide by all the edicts of the temples!"

Song Pu trembled and leaned over.

"Go, that's already on his way!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt waved his hand.

Song Pu was like being amnestied, and he retreated a few steps in fear, and after bowing again, he respectfully turned around and left.

"Heaven is unpredictable, variables, catastrophes ......"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt looked at the sky from afar, a majestic figure that could not be seen by the naked eye, his brows furrowed deeply, and in his deep eyes, a brilliant and unparalleled light flashed, but in the end it turned into a trace of doubt.

This was a fluctuation in his mind that he had rarely experienced since he was canonized, and it was sent to a mere grandmaster.

......

Boom!

The huge one-horned alien powerhouse fell to the ground with a bang, and the copper bell ring gradually lost his luster in his eyes, and looked at the little blood stains on Wu Ming's chest in puzzlement, as if he was questioning, why he couldn't break through the defense of a person who was obviously cultivating as a person lower than himself with a full blow!

Crash!

Taking off a rough bracelet on this person's wrist casually, hanging it on his waist without looking, Wu Ming's figure flashed into the distance, and the tall figure that had almost disappeared into the dust in the sky.

On its body, there are no less than hundreds of treasures of various kinds of storage, and there is a half-human-high leather bag, which is bulging inside, and the sound of collision comes and goes, and it can be seen that there are a lot of things inside.

These are all from the elites of the contemporary tribes in the territory of Daxianbei Mountain, although they can't use their strong flesh and blood to feed the loaches, and they can't take the treasures inside, they don't delay Wu Ming to take them away, anyway, they do it easily.

Seeing Wu Ming's ups and downs, he caught up with the alien powerhouse who fled in a hurry, one foot deep and one shallow foot in the sand dunes, running wildly for his life, but jumping around like a headless fly.

"Don't come here!"

The dignified peak Great Demon King-level powerhouse, after sensing Wu Ming's approach, suddenly burst into a surge, and after barely resisting a move, he rolled in the sand dunes, and was so frightened that he cried bitterly.

"Don't kill me, I'm the young patriarch of the mountain boar tribe, I can give you whatever you want!"

"As long as you don't kill me, a blood refining treasure crystal treasured in my ministry is yours!"

"You devil, my father will not let you go, and I will not let you go if I am a ghost!"

After a series of begging for mercy, in exchange for ruthless slaughter, with no fighting will, he was not Wu Ming's opponent, and he didn't even bring him any trouble, so he was easily shattered.

"Blood Refining Treasure Crystal is indeed a good thing, if you don't have it here, if you have time, you can't say that you have to go to the Mountain Boar Tribe!"

Wu Ming flipped a pocket, stuffed it into his backpack casually, looked at the wind and sand in the distance, and the endless sand dunes, and sighed in his heart.

Originally, I thought that the eighteen bends of the mountain were a mountain road that condensed the power of heaven and earth, and could sharpen the spirit, but I didn't expect that after six bends, when I stepped into an entrance again, it was not a stone step, but a sea of sand.

Compared to the previous stone staircase, the gravity in the sea of sand is not only stronger, but there is a terrifying suction force under your feet all the time, which seems to be swallowing people at any time.

The weirdest thing is that Wu Ming, who is as strong as he is now, actually feels a dry mouth.

Chasing all the way, it is like returning to the moment when the physical strength was exhausted when he fled for his life in the desert, both mentally and physically, it seems to have undergone a test.

Even, obviously the strength in his body is quite abundant, and his intuition and reason tell him that he is about to die in this sea of sand.

"Next!"

Wu Ming glanced at the sky casually, squinted and felt the real dazzling sunlight, and then drove all the discomfort out of his mind, and chased after another alien powerhouse who was about to disappear from sight.

"Wu Ming, you don't want to bully people too much, I can't wait to stop you a little, you dare to slaughter the elites of the tribes of the Great Xianbei Mountain so unscrupulously, do you want the human race to become the target of the public?"

The strong man of the alien race ran for his life, but he was not stupid, and wanted to force Wu Ming to stop with national righteousness.

It's a pity that Wu Ming, who has killed so many powerhouses of different races, how can he care about this insignificant reputation?

Throughout the history of ancient China in the previous life, the small countries around it, which one was not flattering and attached when China was strong, tried its best to please, and used all means to ask for benefits like maggots, and when the Chinese style was in turmoil, it turned into a wild dog, showing its fangs, and wanted to take a bite.

Among them, the most memorable thing for Wu Ming is that pirate country, which brutalized Huaxia and strengthened itself.

Two lives as a human being, the past turned into smoke, and it has nothing to do with him, but in his life dictionary, only power can be exchanged for respect, even if this respect is based on fear!

Only when you are afraid of beating, do you know that you are afraid, and only then do you know what awe is, so painful to the bone marrow, you dare not be capricious!

Whatever the blade points at, everything is followed!

Poof!

Wu Ming's hand raised and fell, and the head of a strong man of an alien race rose to the sky, shook off the blood stains on his fingertips, took off the storage skin on his body, and strode forward with a cold expression.

After a short time, he caught up with another person.

"Huh?"

Just as he was about to kill, Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky in surprise.

Buzz rumble!

But I saw the top of the firmament, the wind and clouds surged, the vast and majestic pressure swept over, and the terrifying will instantly spread all over the heavens, enveloping the entire sand sea, and even the eighteen bends of the mountains.

"Hahaha, you're dead, you're dead, Wu Ming, you wait for Ben Shao, you will regret it, I will make your evil deeds public to the world, so that everyone knows what you did!"

"It's nothing to die of you, and there are people you know, even if they have sat with you, anyone who has their heart for you deserves to die!"

"I'm from all parts of the Great Xianbei Mountain, and I'll never die with you, hahaha!"

Dozens of foreign powerhouses, wrapped in invisible streamers, rushed to the sky, sensing that they were about to get out of danger, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and wantonly shouted and scolded to vent the long-suppressed fear in their hearts.

Poof!

Wu Ming rose to the sky, his hand raised his knife and fell, and he scolded Zheng Huan, the nearest foreign powerhouse, and everyone was stunned, I don't know why he can fly in the sky here.

"It seems that someone can't hold on!"

Throwing off the blood stains on his hands, Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

The majestic figure that shaded the sun and was like the sky and the earth, although it was fleeting, he recognized it at a glance, and it was the old man.

It was probably a big price to make this holy monarch, who had a grudge against Danshan and even all the temples, come to the rescue.

With his cleverness, he almost foresaw this situation in many deductions he had made before the killing, and he understood the possibilities without much thought.

"The favor when I made a move in Chang'an before, I haven't returned it yet, so I just pay it back!"

Wu Ming smiled evilly and strode forward, the cold color in his eyes almost made people freeze to the bone marrow, and the aura around his body fluctuated.

If anyone who is familiar with the eighteen bends of Panshan sees it, they will definitely be dumbfounded, because Wu Ming's breath does not decrease but increases, which is completely contrary to the effect of sharpening the spirit here.

As his breath changed, although the surrounding sand sea was still the same, Wu Ming's speed became faster and faster, and after just half a cup of tea, he stepped out, and the hot discomfort in his senses disappeared suddenly.

Wu Ming didn't care about the changes in the surrounding environment, but looked at the seven or eight Terran warriors in front of him with a smile.