In Wu Ming's heart, he has never taken the so-called Ancient Spirit Clan and Shadow Clan too seriously. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

What Wu Ming was worried about was the three races with the strongest combat effectiveness among the Ancient Jiuli Clan, the Ancient Demon Clan, the Ancient Demon Clan, and the Shura Clan.

So far, though, none of the three races seem to have moved.

But Wu Ming knew in his heart that the strength of these three races was by no means comparable to other races, they were not moving, and once there was movement, I am afraid it would be a disaster for mankind.

When everyone complimented him, Wu Ming didn't bother to listen to it.

However, he can't afford to lose everyone's face.

Smiling slightly, Wu Ming waved his hand casually.

"Everywhere, it's all your credit."

Zixu Zhenren pursed the corners of his mouth and didn't continue to say more, and on the side, Sword Immortal Chenyang continued: "Wu Ming Xiaoyou, you don't have to be modest. We are all cultivators, and everyone can see that in front of the primeval spirit clan, you are their nemesis. ”

"Chenyang's predecessors are right, those sons of bitches raised them are like tofu in front of Wu Ming."

"Hahahaha, hey, if Wu Ming Xiaoyou had come to command the three armies earlier, we would have been able to annihilate this group of guys a long time ago."

Wu Ming really couldn't listen to it anymore.

In the past, Wu Ming basically didn't hear any good words.

All the way to the present, Wu Ming is a heinous demon in the hearts of most people.

Even, he was listed at the top of the demon list.

Thinking about it, it was a little funny, Wu Ming swept the so-called righteous path masters in front of him with cold eyes.

Once upon a time, any of these people wanted to let themselves die without a place to be buried, and they said that they were so heinous that they couldn't solve the hatred in their hearts if they died 10,000 times, but they didn't expect that standing here today, no one would mention their identity again.

No one said that he was a thief of the devil's path, and no one said anything about defending the right path of the world.

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

Wu Ming secretly thought about how ridiculous it is for those who have died for the so-called defense of the righteous path throughout the ages.

Including the Purple Void Zhenren, Wu Ming really didn't want to entangle with these people too much.

didn't say anything more, Wu Ming was already very face-saving for them.

At the moment, there seems to be nothing more to say.

So, just when everyone praised Wu Ming, he simply turned around and walked towards Yao Lie.

"Brother Yao, now that the war is over, let's go back to Mida City for the time being, and then study the next plan, how about it?"

Wu Ming directly hung the righteous path people there.

The expression on Zixu Zhenren's face was still so calm, instead of feeling the slightest atmosphere because of Wu Ming's rudeness, he looked at Wu Ming's back at this time, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Sword Immortal Chenyang and Tianxuan Ancient Buddha and others are also similar to Purple Void Zhenren.

These people know about the wordless jade, so in their eyes, Wu Ming's identity is very important.

But many others don't know.

Wu Ming didn't look at them at all, and turned around and walked directly towards Yao Lie.

This is simply a kind of naked contempt for those righteous path masters.

However, there is one immutable truth in this world, that is, everything must be spoken with strength, and as long as there is strength, everything is easy to say.

Therefore, although everyone felt that Wu Ming had lost face, they didn't dare to say anything.

Some even smiled awkwardly.

Subsequently, Wu Ming and Yao Lie walked side by side and returned to Mida City with the army.

The way back was also embarrassing for hundreds of thousands of righteous path cultivators, Wu Ming and Yao Lie walked in front, Wu Ming was naturally followed by the demon path cultivators, and Yao Lie was followed by Yao Lie's Shenwu Guard.

Hundreds of thousands of righteous path cultivators seem to have lost the place they should have.

The struggle between good and evil has been going on for a long time, and no one can tell whether it is thousands of years or tens of thousands of years, as if this world has never stopped since the division of good and evil.

However, in past struggles, the right path has always prevailed.

In the words of the righteous path, this is called evil not suppressing the good, but today, due to the appearance of Wu Ming, this situation seems to have reversed, and the demonic path cultivators led by Wu Ming have a stronger momentum, on the contrary, hundreds of thousands of righteous path cultivators dare not say more than half a word.

Long story short.

All the way back to Mida City.

King Zhenbei had been placed under house arrest in his temporary palace, and when King Zhenbei and his princes heard about the good news from the front, everyone didn't know what kind of mood they were feeling.

King Zhenbei was not open-minded, and he was still annoyed that Wu Ming had taken away his military power.

The sons of the king of Zhenbei are still upright, and they originally wanted to participate in the war, at least with a bad breath that they have been holding in their hearts these days, but unfortunately, their identities are special, so they have been under house arrest in the temporary palace in Mida City.

The good news came back, and Wu Ming led the army to inflict heavy losses on the Taigu and ancient clans.

This was the only victory in a month, but it was the biggest and most crucial victory, the two ancient clans had won all the way to the present, but Wu Ming's battle completely destroyed all their previous victories.

There was a sound of celebration in the palace of the king of Zhenbei.

These voices were extremely harsh in the ears of the king of Zhenbei.

The army returned, and after this battle, although there were heavy casualties, at least the final outcome was good.

It's time for everyone to relax.

So, Yao Lie ordered to reward the three armies, and within three days, the three armies had fun and drank and talked, regardless of good and evil, gods and demons.

Three days later, the army returned to Haotian City to meet Emperor Shenwu and return to his life.

This time, even Wu Ming became relaxed, and some sentry posts were simply arranged around Mida City, and the other soldiers were drinking and eating meat.

Wu Ming expected that after this battle, it would be impossible for the two ancient clans to make any more moves in the short term, at least in the short term.

It's good to say that it's not in vain.

At night, everyone drank and talked happily, but Wu Ming climbed to the top of Mida City alone.

He reclined on the head of the city, crossed Erlang's legs, held a wine jug in his hand, and took a sip from time to time, which was quite pleasant.

Tired, this is Wu Ming's only feeling at the moment.

It was indeed too tired, all the way to the present, step by step, so that he didn't have a moment to breathe at all, everything was like a ring tightly packed together, and Wu Ming was at the mercy of fate in these rings.

Looking up at the bright moon, a round of full moon hangs in the sky, there is no wind and no clouds tonight, and the moonlight is sprinkled on the earth, making the entire Mida City seem to be paved with a layer of silver sand.

Xiao Hei has always been by Wu Ming's side, in addition to him, there are also Xiaotian Roar, Golden-winged Condor and Wannian Tai Sui, everyone is half drunk and half awake.