Wen Yiming's honesty made Yu Hong and the three of them feel good, and then looked at each other and smiled.

Especially Yu Hong, he is such a character, and after saving Wen Yiming, he bluntly said that he had selfish intentions.

The expressions of the martial saints were different, most of them were in the spirit of battle, and Wen Yiming's straightforwardness and helping hand also made them grateful and had a good impression, and even regarded him as a member of the Demon Pass.

They don't know what the top sect is, but they have been fighting for hundreds of years, and the last thing they are afraid of is fighting.

Yu Hong's face was very serious at this time, and Chao Wen Yiming hugged his fists and said, "Young Master Wen, didn't you create the natural disaster?" Just let me wait to join. ”

In Wen Yiming's happy expression, he said: "Actually, although our group of people is strong, the source of survival is only the rich vitality that comes every time, and a clear spring in the backyard, all the small amounts of food can only be enjoyed by children, we don't know anything about the outside world, everything we know is a classic book that has been passed down from generation to generation." ”

Wen Yiming was overjoyed and said: "Three seniors, Wen can't ask for anything, welcome to join the natural disaster, hahaha, hahaha!" ”

The third elder also laughed, stepped forward and arched his hand: "See the sect master!" ”

Wen Yiming hurriedly smiled: "Natural disasters do not have a sect master, the original intention of the creation is to guard the homeland and protect relatives, and they all call me an instructor." ”

"See the instructor!"

This time, everyone clenched their fists and shouted in unison.

Wen Yiming said: "Okay, after twenty days, let's fight side by side!" ”

With the addition of the remnants of the Demon Pass, Wen Yiming felt more relaxed and decided to find a way to take this group of people out of the extreme west no matter what.

He took out a large amount of food and wine, and everyone gathered in a circle to drink and talk about it.

When Wen Yiming revealed that he would take them away in seven years at most, countless people wept with joy, poured strong wine, and the indescribable excitement brought tears to their eyes.

Hundreds of thousands of years old martial saints are no exception, which makes people empathize with and feel sad.

Everyone relaxed, without using a trace of true yuan and cultivation, Ren Meijiu happily fused the body and soul, and easily entered the dream in anesthesia.

Yu Hong's eyes gradually moistened, the Demon Pass had never been so happy and excited, they looked at Wen Yiming, the haze in the old eyes revealed a strong gratitude, and then they also fell asleep in a drunken mood.

A few days later, someone woke up one after another, and they had never slept so relaxedly.

Wen Yiming was missing, and when everyone woke up, they found that he was alchemizing at the city gate.

No one was alarmed, sitting quietly in a circle, closing their eyes and cultivating, although they could not improve their cultivation, but they had to maintain their state to the peak, there would inevitably be sacrifices in this battle, but they could no longer be harassed, and they could even use the Demon Crystal to cultivate, and they could also go out to find food.

Even if you can't leave, it's a huge change, and the flame of hope is burning in everyone's hearts.

In the explanation of the three elders and several people who had experienced Wen Yiming's martial arts, they were full of confidence in this battle, and they sharpened their guns and swords in their hearts one by one.

In the past, I hoped that the stone forest would be closed for a longer time, and even prayed that it would never be opened; And right now, I don't want to open it as soon as possible, so that I can indulge in the fight and return my freedom.

The three elders looked at Wen Yiming's alchemy technique from time to time during his cultivation, and his eyes were full of admiration and high fighting intent.

As the god of war, they felt Wen Yiming's martial arts very deeply, and the more they learned about it during the discussion, the more shocked they became.

Under Wen Yiming's increase in the cultivation of the third layer of their God of War, their combat power will reach the middle of the fourth layer, and it is even possible in the late stage.

And in Wen Yiming's calculations, although there are twelve gods of war outside the gate.

However, that terrifying killing intent realm would directly lead to a significant drop in their strength, and the three elders were confident that they would slap those five second-layer martial cultivators of the God of War to death.

Moreover, they have one hundred and thirty Martial Saints in the late stage, and among them, more than twenty are at the peak of the ninth layer of Martial Saints, and they are infinitely close to the strength of the God of War under Wen Yiming's amplification.

In the blink of an eye, there were still two days left for the opening of the stone forest, and Wen Yiming put away the Shennong Ding and distributed the resources to everyone.

He kept five billion spirit crystals, and gave the rest to Yu Hong, including most of the food and water sources and other daily necessities, he hoped that in a few years, the strength of these people could be further improved.

With the remaining two days to spend in relaxation, he asked Yu Hong and the three of them why they could advance to the god of war without the Tianci Pagoda in the Demon Pass, but there was no answer, and even they themselves were not clear.

Two days passed quickly, when there was a rumbling sound outside the pass, and the stone forest slowly opened, the three elders led one hundred and thirty martial saints to stand at the front of the city gate, their fighting spirit was extremely high, and their eyes flashed with excitement and excitement, as if they had triumphed.

"Get out of the gate before they storm the gates!" Yu Hong sacrificed a gold-ringed tin staff and shouted.

Wen Yiming stood behind the third elder, he already understood that the distance of the enclosed stone forest was five thousand meters, and the Lost Martial Cultivator was five thousand meters away.

'Boom! ’

With a loud bang, the stone forest opened, and the three elders rushed out of the city gate first, shouting in unison: "Kill!" ”

The Lost Martial Cultivator roared like a tide, his eyes were bloodthirsty, and the fourth layer of the God of War was impressively in front, and behind him were the six Martial Cultivators of the third layer of the God of War, and then there were five Gods of War on the second floor.

"Three, the leader of the fourth layer of the God of War, fight for a heavy blow." Wen Yiming said a word, the dragon and tiger forbidden, and the aura was all contributed, and when the essence blood exploded, the murderous aura in the killing intent realm was substantialized.

A battle cry is not the best time to unleash, and it must work wonders in the battle between the two armies.

Five thousand meters, less than a second, Wen Yiming's group killing intent covered out, and all the lost martial cultivators who entered the realm entered an instantaneous delay.

The twelve True Yuan big hands in front of him blasted wildly, and the violent momentum made it difficult for the entire space to breathe, and countless martial arts, wind blades, swords, sword qi, and artistic conception attacks erupted one after another.

"Shoot!"

At the same time as Wen Yiming transmitted, the battle howls were shared, and then a boundary force punishment was released on the leader.

The dark golden shadow of the giant bear was incomparably clear in the sky above, roaring and violently hammering the ground, and the movements in the void seemed to synchronize with the group battle cry of the crowd, which was shocking.

"Uh... Roar, roar, roar..."

The thunder roared of hundreds of high-level martial cultivators, and the lowest cultivation was all martial saints, and the momentum broke through the sky.

All the shock waves merged into one, forming a tsunami wave that rolled outward, almost like the shock wave of an atomic bomb, swinging out layer by layer, and even space seemed to be distorted.

'Boom... Buzz——! ’

There was a roar at the end of the wave, and the shock wave reverberated and retracted like a low tide, emitting a terrifying tremor hum.

All the Demon Emperor Guan Martial Cultivators felt that their defense, strength, speed, and courage were all increasing exponentially, and they were almost crazy at that moment.

The true yuan big hand of Yu Hong and the three of them grew in the wind, huge and incomparable.

Wen Yiming was dumbfounded, the group outbreak of war howls had an effect he didn't expect, and he knew everything in the moment he sensed the change in the bear dragon totem in his mind.

The Battle Cry consumed a Nebula and then evolved, and it gained two more stats.

(End of chapter)