The old man of the Shendu clan tightened his face, and he stared at Wen Bu without squinting, as if he wanted to determine the identity of the middle-aged man in red clothes and emaciated in front of him.

It's just that no matter how he operates the true qi in his body, above this sea of clouds, all the divine powers in his body are like sinking into the sea, and he was horrified to find that he had actually lost contact with the vast true yuan that had accumulated in the purple mansion in his body for a lifetime, and the old man had a panicked look on his face for the first time.

Compared with the old man's panicked expression, Wen Buxian's eyes the size of mung beans, as if he had seen through everything, urged the judge to smile, pointed his finger at the old man, a ripple on the sea of clouds, and a dim light shot down from the blue fall, projecting on the old man, and the old man with the most prestige in the Shendu clan immediately prostrate on the ground.

"Old monster, what does this judge ask you? How did you get into this sea of clouds?" Wen Buxian squinted his eyes and said coldly to the old man.

The old man's face, which was engraved with the marks of the years, was already covered with beads of sweat at this moment, and the sweat slowly flowed down the ravine on the old man's face, dripping onto this sea of clouds.

"You...... You are...... Machine spirits?" The old man hesitated for a moment, then stammered.

"Yes, the old man is the instrument spirit of this impotence, and he is known as urging the judge to smell the harm" Wen Bu smiled proudly, and the red robe on his body was windless and automatic when he spoke, and there seemed to be an indescribable momentum pouring out of him between the drums.

It's just that this kind of self-respecting aura that urged the judge didn't last long, and after Zi Nanli beside him threw a white eye at him fiercely, the young prince of Tianwu raised his left leg high and kicked the old judge on the cheek.

"Pig's nose sticks green onions, what are you pretending to be?" Zi Nanli said with a look of disdain, and at the same time, the strength in his legs increased a little more.

The old judge suddenly screamed, and jumped up with his hands on his hips, Before he could land, Zi Nanli kicked him again, and Wen Buxiao, who had been a master in the world, immediately became a big character and lay on this sea of clouds.

Wen Buxian opened his mouth wide, glanced at Zi Nanli, and then looked at the old man who was crawling on the ground, looking incredulous, sometimes purple and red, sometimes blue and yellow, after a while, he screamed when he heard it, jumped up from the ground after slipping away, pointed at Zi Nanli and scolded: "Little bastard, if you want to rebel, even the old man dares to fight?"

Zi Nanli pursed his lips and snapped his fingers in the air, and another strange light fell on top of the blue fall, which happened to cover the smell of harmlessness.

There was a burst of light, and the light seemed to be extremely soft, but Wen Buxian, who was in it, knew the power of this beam, and he who had practiced in Yang Chao for many years, he could clearly feel that the true yuan accumulated over this period of time was gradually detaching from his body.

Hearing this, there was a panic in his heart, and he couldn't understand why Zi Nanli had this ability.

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Outside Yangchao, there was a quiet and peaceful scene on the Yueqi Mountain, a huge mountain range that cut off the north and south of Central Continent, not only blocking the ambition of the Tianwu Empire to go south, but also isolating the chaos and noise of the world to the north of the mountain range.

Even the menacing siege of the barbarians could not shake the quiet and tranquility in the mountains, but under the lonely old peak of Yueqi Mountain, in the dilapidated and simple Shendu camp, the panic in the air there disturbed this ancient mountain forest.

With the strange disappearance of the old man, the Shendu camp was full of despair and uneasiness, even those old people of the Shendu clan who had seen too much life and death could not pretend to be calm, they ran around looking for it, even if they knew that such behavior was extremely absurd, they could not stop and calm their minds.

That old man was a cure for the terminally ill to the Shendu Camp, a bright spot on the road to desperation.

But now the deepest confidence and reliance in the hearts of the Shendu clan are gone.

There is no one in life, and no corpse in death.

The last rebellion of the kingdom of heaven disappeared without a trace.

The heart is dead, hopeless, and all the negative emotions in this world occupy the hearts of the Shendu people at once.

Whether it is a young child waiting to be fed, or an old man who has reached the end of his life, he has fallen into madness and cannot find the marquis of peace, where should the Shendu clan go, and can this world still tolerate them?

"Don't panic, everyone, the elder must be ......" Yong Qiang pretended to be calm and shouted urgently, but when a pair of helpless and longing eyes were cast at him, he could no longer make it up.

Bai who didn't know where to hide suddenly appeared, although her skin was as white as snow, the miserable whiteness on her face was still particularly eye-catching.

"That's it...... ...... should have killed him" Bai's voice was very soft, as if he was muttering to himself, but when it landed in this silent Shendu camp, it was like thunder.

Everyone in the Shendu clan heard it clearly, and an old man with a rickety body stood up tremblingly, and shouted almost roaringly, "Who is that person?" Who have you brought to the Hou Ye?"

The wind was cold, and there was only the whistling wind in the air, and no one replied to the old man's words.

Yong's face was pale, trembling all over, and at some point, a broken sword was pinned to his waist, he slowly rushed out of the sharp blade at his waist, and glanced around, sighing, with a deep apology in despair.

Han Mang was about to slash through his neck, but he felt a numb wrist, and the short sword around his neck flew out sideways and fell into the weeds in the distance.

Yong's lips trembled, and it took a moment to look up at the man who had knocked the short sword in his hand away.

"Liao, I'm sorry, take care of the clansmen, I'll ......" The voice gradually stopped, with a crying voice, Yong stepped on his feet, turned around and wanted to fly under the stone platform.

Under the stone platform is an abyss, and the gods who were executed by the Gandhara people all discarded their corpses under the mountain stream.

"Don't" shouted twice, with a panicked and helpless tone, Liao and Bai rushed to the scene, trying to save Yong.

But the thin boy was already in mid-air, like a moth to a fire, falling down the mist-shrouded cliff.

At this moment, a blue light flashed, and Yong, who was about to fall off the cliff, miraculously returned to the stone platform, and the old man who had disappeared before appeared with him.

"Hou Ye, Hou Ye" The Shendu clan was shouting, screaming, and shouting excitedly.

Few people noticed that there was a young man standing next to the old man.

The young man was looking at Yong with disdain at the moment, and he was still muttering in a low voice: "It looks very violent, and my heart is so fragile, I commit suicide if I don't agree with him, it's really useless."

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"What is this?"

"Tents"

"Where's this?"

"Grinding Disc"

“…… That...... What's the bread in this hide?" Zi Nanli asked with a dark face and an unkind tone.

The little boy in front of his eyes looked around shyly, and after finding that few people around could see it, he opened the tightly hugged animal skin like a treasure, held it in front of Zi Nanli like a treasure, and whispered: "My mother left it for me to marry my daughter-in-law, little brother, if you like it, you can take it."

"It's the God King," Ping Chaohou, who was standing beside Zi Nanli, said in a gentle tone.

The little boy nodded heavily: "Enshen King, it's the God King, does the God King like it?" Here you go."

The little boy squirmed the bag of animal skins to Zi Nanli's chest, and the second ancestor of the Tianwu Kingdom tried his best to squeeze out a smile on his face, gently touched the boy's little head melon seeds, and said, "Really good, little master...... Ah no, this king doesn't need it, the little guy keeps it for himself."

"Can't the God King marry a daughter-in-law" The boy asked innocently, and the smile on Zi Nanli's face suddenly froze.

Yong, Bai, and Liao, who were closely following behind the Marquis of Pingran, laughed out loud.

The old man stroked the boy's head as if he was doting, and said, "Go, go to your grandfather, tell him to hurry up, don't bring any messy things"

The boy glanced at Zi Nanli, who was already petrified, playfully stuck out his tongue, hugged his pile of treasures, and ran towards the depths of the camp with a puff of smoke.

After a while, Zi Nanli took a breath as if he had returned to his soul, and said to the old man beside him: "I said that Pingchaohou, you are a little too much, I didn't say that I wanted to check what you brought, you deliberately made this out, are you doing this?" Don't you know that time is money and time is life?

You are tens of thousands of people, I have seen them one by one, and when you enter Yangchao, I am afraid that the barbarians will all hit the mountains."

The old man stroked his slightly messy beard, and said with a smile: "The God King values my God Clan so much, my clan naturally has to show its sincerity, if someone brings some taboo items that anger the God King, then how to make it, it is better to check carefully."

Zi Nan was embarrassed to hear it, and only after half a sound did he snort coldly, and said in his heart: "This old thing, if you get cheap, you will sell it well, and there are such disgusting people,"

"Even if I'm afraid of you, okay, I want you to take your belongings into Yunhai Qinglan," Zi Nanli said with a wrinkled face like a bun.

The joy on the old man's face flashed, and Zi Nanli couldn't help but feel a burst of fire in his eyes.

"However, it's only half an hour, when the time comes, I don't care if you're ready or not, you have to swallow this marrow purifying pill for me, if you don't eat it in your stomach, stay here and drink the northwest wind."

After saying this, Zi Nanli flicked his sleeves and ran to the edge of the cliff to watch the wind.