Until the entire "divine punishment" process was over, Wu Hongjun failed to see the souls of the pterosaurs appear.

Just like when Han Feng had just possessed the ability of the Heavenly Eye and could peep into yin and yang, Wu Hongjun was full of curiosity about the spirit body.

He's the first judge of the underworld for hundreds of years, but he doesn't even know what the ghost looks like, which is a little too funny - how can he not be familiar with the business?

Wu Hongjun looked at the open space in front of him with a little disappointment.

The three large pterosaur corpses were neatly arranged, all identical except for the difference in size:

The gray eyes, the teeth clenched by pain, the claws that tried to grasp something in vain but firm, the wings that turned to one side when they were brought together, and the bloody hole in the abdomen all illustrated the tragedy and struggle in the process of death!

In fact, they are the most consistent, and there is one more point.

They all died by the same man - probably by the same dragon!

Wu Hongjun had no other emotion except for curiosity about the whereabouts of the ghost. Even in front of the three dried corpses, their blood had already flowed into a small pond, and the underworld judge only glanced at it slightly, but did not take a second look. Instead, he turned around lightly and walked slowly towards the Wind Clan.

Xiao Jin hurried to complete the execution, but left his original intention behind.

The purpose of seizing the time is to rush back to Jincheng in time to pick up Chen Dan from school. But as the pterosaurs were slaughtered one after another, gurgling blood continued to gush out of the air, and the murderous factor in the golden dragon's bloodline began to stir.

The last two pterosaurs were pierced by Xiao Jin's dragon fingers at the same time.

Even under the furious impetus in his heart that wanted to devour heaven and earth, Xiao Jin also lifted two screaming and struggling pterosaurs in front of him, right next to the dragon's mouth that was about to move.

If it weren't for the strict orders of the two mothers, the blood of these two pterosaurs would definitely not be shed in vain. It will definitely mix their bodies, and they will be sucked into Xiao Jin's dragon belly in an instant!

Fortunately, there are still orders from the two mothers.

The golden dragon whose killing intent has not been fully released in his heart, as if he has been starving for hundreds of millions of years, has a slightly reddened dragon eye, and the purple eyes that exude the light of death, hovering wildly in the venue, like a huge golden eagle, looking for the next prey.

After all the pterosaurs died, the hearts of the old and new wind clans had already been stabilized.

As long as the spirit grows in the heart, this small killing can only be regarded as the past clouds and smoke on the journey of the Wind Clan, and it is not worth staying at all. Even those creatures who have not yet become the real WindClan are the same as the WindClan of Gambino - the only thing they should do is to dedicate their own qiē to the gods in their hearts. Any doubt or vacillation is blasphemy and betrayal of God, and will be punished by God!

The dragon dancing in the air is not only a messenger of the gods, but also a symbol of destruction!

It seems that the blood of the entire Pterodactyl clan has not been shed in vain. Xiao Jin has fully achieved Han Feng's previous purpose:

Liwei!

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Of course, not everyone can do it.

The Quest family was silent, like a dense forest, silently standing in place.

In front of them was the corpse of their allies, the pond formed by blood.

In the minds of all the tribesmen, there is only one thought left:

Will the vacant space next to the Lenka family continue to be stocked with the corpses of the Quest family?

Will the crimson pond continue to flow into the blood of the Quest family?

The werewolf patriarch looked at this qiē fixedly. If I thought the Wind Clan was exaggerating before, the sudden appearance of the golden dragon and the bloody and brutal killing of the golden dragon deeply captured Quest's heart!

The Wind Clan did not exaggerate, let alone lie, this qiē is all the power of God!

Quest clearly heard the sound of the persistence in his heart collapsing.

He was convinced that, like himself, his people did not fear death, but they did not wish to die lightly—especially when they knew they were dealing with a god.

The somewhat violent golden dragon above his head has been coiling back and forth, looking at the momentum, it seems that he has always wanted to choose someone to devour. But Quest didn't care, in his opinion, any action of the golden dragon was to show the existence and concern of the gods, and to carry out the precepts of the gods by the way...... Nothing more.

Unlucky Pterodactyl family! Poor Pterodactyl family! They are not only the fattest chickens in front of the monkeys, but also the first birds to appear in front of the hunter's muzzle, and they are not destined to end well!

Quest gradually calmed down, no longer worried about being suddenly attacked by the golden dragon. It's like he firmly believes that the gods don't kill casually.

But then, Quest suddenly felt a little fanaticism in his heart.

If he can be blessed by this god, will his family become the most powerful werewolf family on earth?

Quest looked up at George, the former Gambino Bloodline patriarch and now the Wind Clan's patriarch who had been praying all the time on the platform.

Ordinary mortals can choose to believe in a legendary god who only exists, so what am I hesitating about in the face of a real god?

It's just that, like the Lenka Pterodactyl family, the Quest family is the opponent of the Wind Clan!

Even the biggest and earliest villains in today's venue are not those winged dragons, but the Canadian werewolf family headed by Quest himself!

The unjustly killed Lenka family. Their biggest tragedy is that they chose the wrong side at the wrong time, and thus met the most powerful enemy by mistake!

Otherwise, what would have been on the ground at this time would not be the remains of those sparse pterosaurs, but the corpses of hundreds of werewolves of the Quest family.

If that were to happen, even though it was shocking and spectacular, the size of the blood pond would have been greater, and the impact would have been stronger. But!

Quest definitely doesn't like it.

He turned to face his own clan and raised his right hand, but he didn't dare to clench it into a fist like he had done against the Wind Clan.

All the members of the Quest family were attracted by the patriarch's sudden move - they had been anxiously awaiting his decision.

No one wants to be an enemy of that Huaxia dragon.

No one dares to be against a single god.

That's something that makes you shudder to think about.

Quest was also startled by the eagerness in the eyes of the clansmen, but suddenly felt a burst of relief:

I made the right decision!

He quickly turned around again, faced the golden flowing cloud on the high platform, bowed his head deeply, and slowly knelt down with hundreds of werewolves in the whole clan......