"This is not the attitude of a prisoner. ”

Wu Tie began to untie the rune chains wrapped around Qing Mist's body, untying all kinds of vicious prohibitions and confinements on his body.

"Prisoner of the stairs?"

Qingwu let Wu Tie do it, and laughed 'hee-hee-ha': "The deity is still high above the sky, overlooking the ants such as you." I'm just one of the billions of incarnations of the Buddha-figure...... You have imprisoned a single hair of the deity, so you dare to say that you have imprisoned the deity?"

Wu Tie smiled and knocked Qingwu's head: "Naughty...... It's not you, a hair? ”

Qingwu suddenly felt that something was wrong, he looked at Wu Tie's weird smile, and suddenly remembered the gods who had died unexplained while observing what had happened in the outpost.

Especially not many years ago, the Ice Spirit Protoss was inexplicably cursed and killed.

And the source of those cursed kills seems to be from the Three Kingdoms Continent...... It was after they descended on the Three Kingdoms Continent that they were inexplicably killed by someone with supreme supernatural powers.

"Hey, a few years ago, those people of the Ice Spirit God Clan, you wouldn't have done it, right?" Qingwu asked Wu Tie in a hurry, a little weak.

"Ahh......h What brother or something?"

"Oh, by the way, she also said that she was the princess of a certain Ice Spirit God Clan's big man?"

"Hehe, but that's it...... An altar, a sacrifice, an ancient curse...... She must be dead, right?"

Wu Tie whistled easily: "She's in our place, but she didn't do a good deed, hehe, killing people all over the house, kidnapping girls, this is not a good thing...... What's her name? Anyway, she's dead, right?"

Qingmist's face suddenly turned pale.

The identity of the 'princess' predetermined by a certain big man of the Ice Spirit God Clan, that's right.

The one who was cursed and killed was seriously killed by the martial king Wu Tie in front of him...... But according to the information obtained by Qingwu, and according to the information analysis of those great wisdom in the clan convened by Qingwu's deity, this martial king Wu Tie, who is now in the spotlight, should have been just a nameless little person at that time.

At that time, Wu Tie shouldn't have much ability.

How could he? At that time, he had the power to curse and kill a god?

"What do you want to do? What do you want to do to me? What do you want to do to my deity?" Seeing that all the confinements and shackles on his body had been untied, Qingwu didn't feel happy or happy, but screamed in horror.

"You...... Let go of me, let go of me!" screamed Green Mist.

Suddenly, a scroll-like pattern with a delicate shape on his eyebrows, like a jewel as a shaft and a page of light, lit up.

Waves of strange divine soul fluctuations spread out in all directions, and Qingmist's body suddenly collapsed inward. He used the secret technique of the Wisdom Protoss, preparing to blow up his body and let this wisp of his distraction escape.

The frontal combat effectiveness of the Wisdom Protoss is not good, but all kinds of soul secret techniques are all-encompassing and ever-changing, and they are a little worse than the Soul Divine Clan, but if you want to say that the Soul Divine Clan is not as good as them.

A doppelganger of essence and blood, it is not worth mentioning to them.

Self-detonating essence and blood clone, this wisp of Qingwu's distraction is ten percent sure and easily escapes.

Everywhere in the Sui Dynasty, Qingwu has prepared more than 10,000 essence and blood clones, and he can change his face at any time and reappear in the world.

Otherwise, the last time he besieged King Yin's Mansion, Qingwu was completely shattered by Feng Wei's punch, how could he come out so quickly?

It's just that as soon as his body converged inward, Wu Tie pointed a finger at Qingwu's eyebrows, and a terrifying withered power swept through Qingwu's body, and all the essence and blood energy and all mana in his body were swallowed up by this withered power.

A bomb has been stripped of its explosives, leaving only a layer of iron shell, and you still blow yourself up!

The green mist monster screamed, and his distraction was about to escape from the doppelganger that failed to explode itself.

Wu Tie pointed his fingers, and circles of black light lines rushed out from his fingertips, quickly submerging into Qingwu's body. As a result, every cell of Qingwu's doppelganger seemed to be brushed with viscous glue, firmly gluing Qingwu's distraction to his body.

No matter how Qingwu struggled, how he roared, how he screamed and cursed in panic, his distraction was stuck to this clone, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

Qingwu performed dozens of divine soul secret techniques in a row, and even used three forbidden techniques, wanting to burn the distraction and completely dissolve this distraction.

But all secret techniques are completely ineffective.

"This is the Soul Prison Curse of the Soul Divine Clan!"

Qingwu suddenly discovered the roots of these black sè light stripes, and he screamed hysterically: "This is the Soul Prison Curse of the Soul Divine Clan...... You're just a lowly Terran, how can you possibly cast the Soul Curse?"

Wu Tie looked at Qingwu with a smile.

From the extremely deep bloodline of the Wu Clan, he obtained the inheritance of the countless alien avenues in the spiritual light that accompanied him when the Pangu Sage opened the world.

Those alien avenues, Wu Tie can only comprehend a little more than three percent, and he has already reached the extreme, whether it is his body or his divine soul, he can no longer withstand the pressure of more avenues. Even one more will cause a complete collapse of the body and soul.

Among the avenues that are a little more than thirty percent, Wu Tie has selected all the avenues related to soul, wisdom, life, and death.

Other more 'down-to-earth' avenues, such as the more basic Five Elements, Yīn Yang, Strength, and Blood Qi, Wu Tie did not choose these too 'basic' avenues for enlightenment and integration with a little pride.

Therefore, Wu Tie now has a deep understanding of the various soul avenues contained in the bloodline of the Soul Divine Clan, and has a great grasp of it.

It's not difficult to cast a mere soul curse.

"Impossible, unless you're a Soul Protoss...... Otherwise...... You, you...... No one can cast the Soul Curse. ”

Qingwu was already a little incoherent.

Then, he suddenly calmed down, he stared at Wu Tie deadly, and muttered, "The thief who stole the glory of our and other gods, are you the thief?"

Qingwu said in a deep voice: "The thing we were most worried about has finally happened...... Among the Pangu relics, someone got the damn thief and snatched it...... The ...... of our gods"

"What did Pangu rob you?" Wu Tie asked Qingwu curiously.

"Why should I answer you?" Qingwu looked at Wu Tie, his face became extremely distorted and hideous: "Although this question is irrelevant, after all, he has already succeeded...... But why should I answer you?"

"You got the ...... he stole You damn ...... Thief!"

"Well, I don't need you to answer anything. Wu Tie chuckled and said, "I probably know what it is, the mystery of your bloodline, your original origin, the source of all your supernatural powers...... Or, you gods, the 'Mother of Creation'. ”

"Look, I know something. Wu Tie hummed a small tune lightly, and picked up Qingwu: "Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't answer, anyway, I just need you to be distracted." ”

"Your deity doesn't want to come to me, so I'll force him to come to me. Wu Tie looked down at the green mist in his hand and grinned, "Guess, can I calculate your deity through you?"

Qingmist's face was distorted, his lips were pale, his body trembled slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

He was rapidly judging Wu Tie's strength, judging his own strength, and all the information he knew about the human race was tumbling in his mind.

Could Wu Tie pose a threat to his deity?

With the excessive green mist of the brain, sweat immediately seeped out of the door of the brain, and then turned into a trace of white mist and rose up.

Wu Tie smiled and left the prison that was thousands of miles underground with the green mist.

Three days later, on the southwest border of Suizhou, there was no grass in the burial army.

This is the place of a hundred battles between the Sui Dynasty and the Western Demon Kingdom and the Southern Ghost Country, with an average of about a hundred years, a tragic war is bound to break out here, and the elite army dispatched by the Sui Dynasty is often tens of millions, and the minions dispatched by the Demon Country and the Ghost Country are more than a hundred times.

On weekdays, there are often small frictions here, and every day there are three parties who die here.

Countless evil and ferocious curses filled the Burial Army Plain, so that this field with a radius of tens of thousands of miles was devoid of grass, ants did not exist, and ordinary creatures stepped into a step, contaminated by the ferocious aura, at least a serious illness, and their souls would die at every turn.

This is also the most dangerous Jedi that Wu Tie can find around Suizhou.

Hundreds of Wu clan elders came here from the Three Kingdoms Continent through the teleportation array, they held bone staffs, walked on the Burial Army Plain, chanting ancient and obscure incantations in their mouths, and strange mana fluctuations enveloped the entire Burial Army Plain.

The entire Burial Army Plain was like a zombie hidden underground for trillions of years, suddenly awakened by these Wu clan elders.

A large area of gray sè, red sè, black sè, and dark green sè sung up from the ground, and gradually condensed into a yīn wind and evil cloud that was thousands of miles thick and stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, almost substantively.

With a low roar, the ground of the burial army was cracked, and the bones of the large and small, sè Ze were mottled, all full of monstrous anger, evil energy, evil energy, yīn qi, and all kinds of death, disease, bad luck, and ruin.

In the past countless years, countless soldiers of the Sui Dynasty have died here, and countless masters of the demon country and the ghost country have died here.

The soldiers of the Sui Dynasty, as well as the logistics soldiers were responsible for collecting the corpses, and seventy percent of the war dead were transported back to the Sui Dynasty for burial, and only about thirty percent of the bones were here.

And the demon country and the ghost country, where is there any talk of burial?

Those who died in battle were directly discarded here, let the wind and rain blow, let the terrain change, and for a long time, they were all buried deep underground.

For countless years, countless negative breaths have accumulated under the Burial Army Plain, and at this moment, these negative breaths have been triggered by the Wu clan elders with witchcraft, and pieces of sinister bones have risen into the air and slowly put together.

'Click, click', countless bones flew all over the sky, slowly piecing together into an evil altar.

Wu Tie stood on a small hill on the edge of the Burial Army, and beside him stood the immobilized green mist.

Qingwu looked at those Wu clan elders and their faces became more and more gloomy and pale.

He trembled and said, "Wu Clan...... They...... It's the ...... of the Wu clan."

Wu Tie glanced at Qingwu: "My name is Wu Tie, I asked the elders of the Wu clan for help, isn't it a matter of course?

Qingwu gritted his teeth and said tremblingly: "It is recorded in the secret file of our clan's war that in the battle of advent that year, the Wu clan's killing of the gods was the best among all the tribes of the human race...... They can fight in close combat, can attack from afar, witchcraft is mysterious and evil, and the most vicious and ruthless. ”

"If not, the Ten Thousand Curse Protoss and the Wu Clan secretly competed in spells, which cut off the luck of the Wu Clan and made the Wu Clan weak...... In those battles of advent, the sacrifices of the gods are afraid that they will be unacceptable. ”

Qingwu muttered: "However, because of that curse killing with all his might, the Ten Thousand Curse Protoss was cursed and devoured, and it will be completely extinct after ten thousand years. ”

"It's the Wu Clan, how do you ...... And they have multiplied and grown?"

Qingwu was constantly oozing cold sweat all over his body, he looked at the busy Wu clan elders, looked at the hundreds of thousands of Wu clan sons and daughters gathered in the burial army plain, and then looked at Wu Tie standing beside him, and the row of tall Wu clan elites standing behind Wu Tie.

Qingwu suddenly wanted to cry.

"You can't do it. Qingwu said in a deep voice: "My deity, his divine soul is protected by a three-page book of wisdom, it is the supreme artifact of my wisdom god clan, you can't pose any threat to him." ”

"Not necessarily. Wu Tie unleashed the Great Dao Furnace, and the flames in the furnace tumbled and condensed into the shape of three utensils.

A skull crown, a magic mirror, and a long-handled scythe.

"This is also the supreme artifact, isn't it? This king's furnace was finally forged by devouring them as a foundation and fusing countless other rare materials. ”

Qingmist's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils first shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and then suddenly spread out like a dead man, which showed how fierce the horror in his heart was.

"The vanity one...... That one...... Fool!" Qingwu roared like a cuckoo crying blood, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth.

"The three strongest supreme artifacts of the Soul Divine Clan, he actually brought them all...... Moreover, he actually dared to fall these three supreme artifacts into your hands?"

Qingmist's body trembled violently.

The Great Dao Furnace was actually made by devouring the three supreme artifacts of the Soul Divine Clan. Then, the Great Dao Forge must be more powerful than the Book of Wisdom.

Such a simple problem of one plus one equals two, Qingwu can calculate it with his toenails.

Moreover, Qingwu only has three pages of the Book of Wisdom broken down, not the entire Book of Wisdom. The power of the three-page Book of Wisdom is probably only equivalent to that of the entire Book of Wisdom...... One in 10,000?

So, face the vicious spells of the witch clan, the cruel witchcraft...... Especially with the Heavenly Dao Furnace as the core and this vicious altar as the amplifier, the vicious spells and ruthless witchcraft that were stimulated were stimulated......

"I think we can have a good talk. Qingwu rubbed his palms vigorously: "Respected Martial King, we should have a good talk...... For us Wisdom Protoss, fighting and killing is the most boring and shameful thing...... All the contradictions in the world, all the causes and effects, we can solve them with calm negotiations, can't we?"

"War is only a last resort......"

"We Wisdom Protoss, the most despised, is war. ”

"We should sit down, have a good cup of tea, enjoy singing and dancing, communicate in equality and harmony, and then make decisions that benefit both of us, right?"

Wu Tie just snorted coldly, bared his teeth and smiled: "Your deity, maybe you don't think so. So, let your deity learn a little bit and talk about the rest. ”