Wu Shan, who was observing with his mind, couldn't help but be shocked, Kunpeng, an old monster, was going to vomit blood and suffer multiple injuries.

Of course, it was the first time for everyone to meet, and he was not stupid enough to ask questions, and he liked to talk about it or not.

Given this guy's description, the entire race is not a good thing, and it is not unreasonable to be hunted down by cultivators in ancient times.

"Hahahahaha!" Kunpeng suddenly burst into a long laugh for no reason.

Hearing the laughter, Wu Shan's heart sank, this guy looked depressed just now, but at the moment he was in good spirits, how could he have a trace of decadence? It seems that the skill has improved a little.

The difference in skill between the two people is too far, and he is not sure, but he can judge it by the clues.

"The hidden danger that has plagued me for many years has finally been eliminated," Kunpeng was in a very happy mood: "Now that I understand what my mother said, my Kun clan really shouldn't take Devouring Gong as their major." ”

It turns out that no matter what they devour, the devoured mind is also inherited by the kun at the same time.

In this way, it has caused the Kunyi clan to reach a certain level of skill, and no longer advances, and the spirit enters a split.

As strange as it sounds, the thoughts that swallow it become part of the kun itself.

Kunpeng thought of a way to transfer the consciousness that was not originally his own to the minds of the Inuit.

This has something to do with the level of mental strength of the person being transferred, and it happens that people with weak mental strength are needed.

But the Inuit have lived in the far north for a long time, both physically and mentally, they are tense at any time, and there can be no one who is too weak, so he always fails at the beginning.

As for this group of people accepting their own martial arts, it is even simpler. Because Kunpeng's major exercises had long since awakened from his mother's advice, he used the exercises of his own clan.

Nowadays, the environment has become so harsh. It's not cultivation at all, let alone humans who come to practice the practice of fish?

Long. Because of the trapped formation, he couldn't get out at all, so he had to keep luring and luring the Inuit people over.

At first, I thought about using fish, walruses, seals and other animals, but I found that they didn't have much intelligence at all, and it was impossible for them to succeed in cultivation.

Originally, Kunpeng fantasized that he could make many cultivators serve himself as the master, and then use his strength to break through the formation and help him out.

After this wish was shattered, he knew that the world was now dominated by humans. He possessed the beast and led the Inuit colony towards the North Pole.

The power that does not belong to him is dissipated little by little, which makes the people who live here suffer from hysteria from time to time, and they will not be able to get rid of it for the rest of their lives.

At that moment, the mountains shook, and the thoughts attached to the three gods were shattered, and Kunpeng was blessed by misfortune.

"What?" Wu Shan shook his head gloomily, unexpectedly that with his own involvement, the people of Xinzhou still embarked on the old path of another time and space. Although it is not genocide, it is also extremely badly damaged.

As for the Inuit side, the high-end combat power is almost a pot, and it has been sluggish since then.

"You're a true demon!" Wu Shan gritted his teeth: "Say it." I wasn't here to let me know about you, right? ”

"Demons?" Kunpeng disagreed: "Young man, the world of cultivators itself is the law of the jungle. Because they are weaker than me, I can turn them around. ”

"If only one were like that. Why didn't the imprisoned cowmen kill you? Wushan scoffed.

Kunpeng was speechless, he just wanted more would-be followers to practice his martial arts.

Accumulate sand into a tower. One day, his disciples and grandchildren will be able to crack the formation.

He also thought of a way, but unfortunately those Manchurians just didn't leave that land.

In the end, Kunpeng had no choice but to let them start a war, under the pretext that it was ominous to kill prisoners, and wanted the Inuit to bring their captives over and teach them their kung fu.

And the Wushan he met by accident gave him another kind of enlightenment.

Maybe the information given by the Inuit was wrong, after all, they have been living in a square inch of land, and there should be powerful cultivators left over from that year in this world.

"What sect are you a disciple of?" Kunpeng asked nervously.

"It's said to be called the Tianshan faction, and I don't know what it is." Wushan was in a hurry, and this trip seemed to be a failure.

"You call the Tianshan faction a thing?" Kunpeng's mouth opened widely: "Even when my Kun clan was at its most majestic, no one of our kind dared to hurt them. ”

"Whether it's in public or in secret, it's not allowed, and the result could be annihilation. Of course, in the end, it was almost gone, and I was the only one left. ”

Even Wushan didn't expect that the god-chattering Qingfengzi would have such a prominent background.

People who cultivate the Tao are all nervous abnormal, and they don't take good names, just like people who learn a foreign language have to call a foreign language name.

What Qingfengzi is encountering at the moment, Tian Songzi, and Xiaoyaozi who imprisoned this guy here.

Nima, in ancient times, was a very remarkable title, Lao Tzu, Confucius and the like, all of them were the top cattle people at that time.

How can these false Taoist priests be virtuous, and dare to name them with their sons.

was only slightly complaining in his heart, Wushan was still very grateful to Qingfengzi, after all, he had stolen himself to an unprecedented height, at least invincible on the earth.

Hearing his words, Kunpeng was obviously very worried: "What kind of realm is that?" Mahayana? ”

Mahayana is a term for a cultivator who can no longer find a way forward after reaching that realm, which originally meant Dacheng, but was later mistaken for Mahayana.

"The boy surnamed Wu," Kunpeng squirmed, "Can I trouble you with something?" ”

"Say," Wu Shan said excitedly, "I was going to use those Manchurians as one of my tools, but I have to hurry back, I don't know if it will work." ”

What the hell, I bought a watch last year, and because he couldn't communicate with the mind reserved in the idol, he actually lured himself to the North Pole, a place where birds don't.

"When that Qingfengzi is leaving, can you ask him to take me?" What a haughty character is Kunpeng? Talking like this has reached the limit of being low-key.

The icy air left by the cold oyster is enough to maintain the temperature of the Arctic for hundreds of millions of years, and he does not have to worry about environmental damage when he comes out.

"I'll bring it to you." Wu Shan waved his hand and followed the way he came: "As for whether he is willing or not, that is what I can't control." I'm just a little shrimp in front of you. ”

He was galloping, and a cloud of light came first. rushed ahead of himself.

"This is the last thought contained in the blood I just vomited out that does not belong to me, and it can complement my own, and it does not interfere with each other."

"If I don't come, do you think these barbarians will bow down to you?"

Seeing Wushan go back, the happiest thing was naturally Tiansongzi who followed him to Laobeiguan.

How majestic are you in normal times? It's like being under house arrest. The point is that he doesn't dare to attack yet, and just two people from the forward battalion can defeat him.

And the Eskimos who came and went in the city seemed to be a little more breathing than the group.

If it weren't for the public, maybe he would have cried with joy at that time.

After decades of cultivation, Tian Songzi thought that he would be able to go through the ancient well. The Dao heart is tenacious, and now I realize that it is just a appearance, but it has not reached the moment of emergency.

"Not abused, right?" Wu Shan asked with concern at the first sight of the meeting.

For Kunpeng's phantom, he didn't have the heart to take care of it at all, no matter what he wanted to do, in the case of not being trapped, what could a god statue do to himself?

The two chatted casually for a while, only to find that Nu Li was standing there stunned, his eyes full of confusion.

Among the three oracles of the thirty-six disciples. He was last in line, but he suddenly became a great envoy.

Moreover, the god in the idol also told himself that all actions must be under the command of the big tall man.

Do natives want to kill themselves and others? Is it just to suffer?

It's a pity that Kunpeng is not a person of many words, and he will stop talking after giving orders.

Nu Li is a tenacious person. After being stunned for a long time, he simply knelt on the ground with a puff and kowtowed: "Great God." From now on, the Inuit will be your servants! ”

Spicy next door, Wu Shan scolded in his heart. When did Lao Tzu become a god?

In any case, it still tastes very good with such a strong subordinate.

When they came, Mansu and they led the way in front, and he followed behind with Tian Songzi.

When he went back, Nu Li personally took the team of sleds to see him off, and he naturally had to accompany him.

The summer solstice is approaching, and the days in the Arctic Circle are getting longer and longer, almost twenty-four hours. Even when it's dark, it looks bright.

Ji Kun rushed back to Xinjing with his troops, and when he saw the large sinkhole, he had mixed feelings for a while.

"Master, you can ascend the throne now!" Although Hubuqi's face was also solemn, he couldn't help but remind him softly.

"Enthroned?" Ji Kun's eyes were full of confusion: "I have lost most of the strength in Xinzhou. Besides, New State is too much smaller than even one of Lao Maozi's states. ”

After a pause, he sighed leisurely: "Mr. Wu's words are right, we are natives here, not to mention the emperor, what is the use of the emperor?" ”

"You're not the emperor anymore?" Mingshan frowned: "Master, if you are in power, there will be almost no opposition in the future." ”

"No, folks, that's not what I mean!" Ji Kun waved his hand: "If I want to go out, you can stay at home if you want, and go out with me if you don't want to!" ”

"Report!" Everyone's conversation was interrupted by the herald: "Your Highness, the Eskimos are pouring in from the direction of the old Beiguan, and they will arrive in an instant!" ”

A group of people are stunned, so the powerful Mr. Wu is gone?

Since they have come, he is not much worse if he is not dead.

"Array!" Jikun roared: "Fight to the death with the Eskimos!" ”

The team came into view shortly after everyone had finished arraying.

Closer, closer.

To everyone's surprise, Mr. Wu was standing on the climbing plow with Tian Songzi.

The features of others are still difficult to identify, but the one who has been wearing short clothes so far is undoubtedly Mr. Wu.

"You guys are okay!" Wushan's first sentence made Ji Kun confused: "It is better to settle the grievances than to settle them, wouldn't it be better to turn hostility into jade silk?" ”

"Haha," Ji Kun felt that he hadn't laughed so heartily for a long time: "Everyone, I don't want to continue here, of course it's good to have a truce." However, just now I decided to go out and break out, and the position of leader is still given to ??????."

As he spoke, his eyes wandering back and forth over the faces of the people. (To be continued......)