Shenzhou stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, I don't know where the extremes of heaven and earth are, all ethnic groups are divided into four directions, the human race has the fertile soil of Shenzhou, and the barbarians occupy the northern grasslands and the northwest Gobi wilderness, and still share the living space with some demon tribes.

Only the dragon clan, alone in the four seas, has gone through many eras, and has never changed, even if the four seas dragon palace is divided, there is still no clan that can get the control of the sea area from its hands.

The northeast pole of the Eastern Song Dynasty, the southeast border of Beijin, adjacent to the East China Sea, and the Great Xianbei Mountain are isolated from the three sides, becoming a chaotic three-way zone, and no one can occupy this rich and prolific treasure land.

In countless years of war, the power changes alternated, and the three tribes of humans, demons, and barbarians fought against each other, which made this place change hands several times, leaving countless half-demon and barbarian tribes, the most famous of which are Xianbei, Baekje, Gaogou, Rakshasa and other major tribes.

It's just that with the establishment of the Great Song Dynasty, the border covers the surrounding areas, and most of the ethnic groups with foreign blood have been driven into the deep mountains and old forests to be with wild beasts and monsters, and the Northern Jin barbarians often go south to detain the customs, which makes the relationship between the aliens and the Great Song Dynasty extremely tense here.

Originally, it was an extremely rich treasure production area, because the danger coefficient doubled, and few people entered it again, and the barbarians were also extremely greedy, but some of them were persecuted by the barbarians and fled to this place composed of people and slaves, so they were naturally extremely repulsive.

Of course, this refers to ordinary martial artists, but there are also many masters and daring people, either alone or in gangs, in groups, breaking into it to find secrets, and there is no shortage of legendary treasures and fame, but many more have never come out.

As for the dragon clan, it is rumored that the corner of the Great Xianbei Mountain, which stretches like the sea, is called the Jedi of the Black Dragon Ridge, but it is related to a civil strife countless years ago, which caused the fall of countless dragon powerhouses.

The Beihai and the East China Sea are adjacent to each other, and the default dividing line is to take the Black Dragon Ridge as the boundary, but when the East China Sea and the Beihai Dragon Palace found that their own internal strife was too much consumed, resulting in a great loss of their own vitality, the Black Dragon Ridge had already been occupied by the newly rising strong and tyrannical ethnic groups.

The name of this clan is Danshan, which is the human race subordinate to the mountain giant spirit, in the early years, the mountain giant spirit was worshiped for generations, with the heavenly demon giant spirit as the totem, and later with the rise of the human race, it gradually turned against the guest and broke away from the mountain giant spirit.

Relying on its own powerful inheritance, and with the Terran Temples as the backstage, the Danshan clan quickly gained a foothold in the Black Dragon Ridge, and became the leading force in the hundreds of millions of miles of dangerous land in the Great Xianbei Mountain, which has been multiplied and inherited to this day.

Buzz!

On this day, the sky did not know the depths, suddenly the wind and clouds surged, lightning and thunder, and the violent and boundless terrifying coercion disappeared in a flash, but the terrifying creatures in a radius of thousands of miles were all frightened, holding their heads and running away, for fear of being targeted by the unknown terrifying existence.

Only if there is a demi-saint or above, can he vaguely see that between the heaven and earth in the direction of the Black Dragon Ridge, a giant phantom appeared in the sky, and it forcibly opened the barrier of heaven and earth and stepped out of the spatial crack.

After just one glance, all the strong people hurriedly retracted it, and they didn't dare to take another look, and even hoped that they would forget the scene just now, because it was a holy monarch.

Moreover, anyone who has a little experience, especially a strong clan who has stayed in Daxianbei Mountain for a long time, knows why that Holy Monarch came.

Outside the Black Dragon Ridge, on the top of a cliff, as if someone had forcibly cut off the peak, on the platform, dozens of men, women and children dressed in linen clothes and rough robes, like peasant children, looked up at the sky.

Several middle-aged and elderly people had awe in their eyes, but the young men and women were very excited, but they were intimidated by the majestic coercion, and their hearts were somewhat uncomfortable.

"Danshan Songpu, I have seen His Majesty the Holy Monarch of Shankui!"

The first thin, dark-skinned, senile, and thin old man with a cane in his hand, bowed to the giant phantom.

"Hehe, the old man does complement your Terran honorific title now, haha, alone!"

The roar like thunder spread through the void, the sky swelled, instantly frozen, and as the giant phantom disappeared, a tall old man, a brown stone man, and a thin young man of the human race appeared on the stone platform.

The three are naturally Shanlao, Mopan, and Wu Ming who came across hundreds of millions of miles.

"Your Majesty is laughing!"

Song Pu's white eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his bright star-like eyes shone slightly, and he glanced at the two people beside the old man, "I don't know who these two are?"

"Why? The temple guards didn't talk to you?"

Shan Lao said politely.

"Ahem!"

The embarrassed look on the old man's face flashed slightly, and he said with a wry smile, "This young man is extraordinary, his instrument is magnificent, and his blood is close to the emperor, he should be the famous prince of the Great Song Dynasty Wu Xiaoyou, as for this clan brother, the younger generation does not know!"

Seeing that his ancestors were squeezed by the mountain elders like grandsons, but they had to accompany the smiling faces, those middle-aged and elderly people were okay, after all, they had a little experience in the city and could barely maintain themselves, but a group of young men and women were quite angry.

It's just that no one dares to rush at the mountain old hair at this point, and naturally, Wu Ming and the grinding disc have become the target of everyone, especially Wu Ming.

Where did the mountain elders come from, they know very well, Wu Ming is a human race, but he helps outsiders, so he is naturally not welcomed.

Wu Ming pretended not to know, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and felt slanderous in his heart.

This is the first time I know that the real name of the mountain elder is Kui, and that mouth is really stinky, and even the saints were scolded by him for being the grave guard, which shows that there is a lot of resentment in his heart.

Wu Ming also knew that Yishan Lao had sharpened his temperament over the years, not so ignorant of restraint, but in fact, the resentment was too deep, naturally not, or too lazy to pretend, after all, whose ancestral treasure has been occupied by people for countless years, it is difficult for him to come back, and it will be difficult for anyone to be unhappy.

If you don't know and see that Shan Lao is so aggressive, I'm afraid you will think that he is the wicked and the Danshan clan is the victim.

"Okay, this is a new kid of my clan, and I am also one of the candidates for this trip!"

The mountain boss waved his hand and walked straight forward.

"Your Majesty, this matter is not in order, is it?"

Song Pu hesitated, but his eyes were looking at Wu Ming.

"This saint has given the giant spirit seal, announcing to the ancestors of this clan, what kind of thing are you, and you dare to question the decision of this saint?"

Shan Lao said politely.

"This ......"

Song Pu's breath was stagnant, and he instinctively wanted to refuse, but in the face of the domineering mountain elder, he couldn't say anything.

"Why is Brother Shankui so aggressive? Let the junior see it, and think you are not close to people!"

At this moment, a gentle voice came, and the palpitating vague coercion dispersed like snow in the sun, and the figure that made people feel like a spring breeze slowly appeared in front of them.

Wu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he only saw that it was a handsome and extraordinary middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt, but he couldn't see the true appearance clearly, and knew that this was a holy monarch coming.

"I've seen His Majesty Zhu Sheng!"

Song Pu and the others hurriedly bowed, and the other party waved his hand to avoid salute.

"The surname is Zhu, don't play tricks with the old man, you are not a thing in the human race, there is a kind of real body coming, see if grandpa can blow you up a melon skin?"

Shan Lao shook his fist and said viciously.

"Hey, after a long time, I didn't expect Brother Shankui to still have such a temper, no matter what, I won't say much, and please come according to the rules!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt was not angry, and waved his hand with a smile.

"Humph!"

Shan Lao did not dwell on it, hummed lightly with a cold old face, and strode forward.

"Xiaoyou's literary name is now spread all over the world, and he has passed my Songyang Academy several times, why did he pass through the door and not enter?"

Just when Wu Ming raised his feet, the middle-aged Confucian shirt had no reason.

Surprisingly, Shan Lao didn't stop him, just his body paused slightly, and his feet kept going.

"The kid has seen His Majesty Zhu Sheng!"

Rao is Wu Ming is extraordinary, and he also feels flattered at this time, and even feels a little unreal.

This is a holy monarch, even if he is only distracted by his thoughts, it is enough to represent himself, but he is a grandmaster who takes the initiative to speak, and I am afraid that no one will believe him when he says it.

Under the sincere fear, like a child who has made a mistake, Wu Ming's head hangs lower, cold sweat is dripping on his forehead, and he intuitively faces the most hated but most feared teacher in his previous life, and he can't afford to resist the slightest thought.

"Knowing mistakes can be corrected, and being good ......"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt smiled and bowed, and the indescribable wind was light. As if it were a matter of course.

Everyone was quite curious, but they didn't dare to delve into it, only Song Pu vaguely noticed that the aura on Shan Lao's body was suddenly disordered, and the bulging muscles and flesh of his body seemed to be tense, and the dark metallic luster flashed away.

"Junior...... Let you ......"

Wu Ming's head almost hung to the ground, and when he almost raised his hands to admit punishment, there was a shock in his mind, and the hideous face that had existed like a shadow for many years when he was a child in his previous life suddenly collapsed, and then his face was a little distorted and he raised his head, and there was a faint red light in his eyes staring at the middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt.

After only half a breath, Wu Ming instantly returned to normal, beads of sweat hung on his pale face, but the corners of his mouth showed a faint smile, and he bowed to the middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt: "Thank you Your Majesty Zhu Sheng for your teaching, the kid is grateful." ”

The middle-aged smile of the Confucian shirt froze for a moment, and then he looked at Wu Ming deeply, and his eyes fell on Shan Lao and said, "Brother Shan Kui has taken a good move!"

"Humph!"

The mountain elder was rarely reserved, fiddling with a few beards, and walked away with his hands behind his back with a humming chirp.

"Cowardly as a mouse!"

Several young men and women of the Danshan clan didn't know what to do, and when they saw that Wu Ming's back was soaked with cold sweat soaked through their clothes, and even dripping water all the way, they laughed in mocking voices.

"Shut up, don't be rude!"

Several middle-aged and elderly people glared at them sternly.

No one saw it, the melancholy in the eyes of the old man Song Pu flashed, like a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt, and his eyes stopped on Wu Ming for a while.

It was only the old man who noticed that the middle-aged Confucian shirt had just changed color, and his heart blossomed, knowing why Wu Ming was so embarrassed, as if he had fought for three days and three nights, and almost collapsed.

"Shan Lao, the kid has occasionally felt it recently, I think it is a breakthrough is imminent, I'm afraid that the strength is not in place, if there is no severity, if you fight life and death......"

When approaching the mountain road not far away, Wu Ming suddenly said.

Call!

On the originally calm stone platform, the footsteps stopped, and everyone looked at Wu Ming incredulously, did you eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, thinking that with the support of Shankui, you dare to threaten so much on the territory of the Danshan clan?

"Hey, hey, hey, although I'm old, this bone can still hold up, even if I let go of my hands and feet!"

The mountain boss waved his hand and walked up the stone steps step by step.