The wind is blowing away, the sky is clear, the sun is setting, and the afterglow is curling!

"Do you see clearly?"

Fan Shi stood in the air, carrying the sword upside down, his expression was solemn, neither happy nor sad, staring at the east, a ray of light that ran through the heavens and the earth, as if it could swallow everything.

The mountains and rivers under his feet were unscathed, but there were stumps and broken arms, scattered among them.

The most eye-catching, even shocking, is that there are seven or eight corpses of thousands of feet in size, as well as hideous heads as large as mountains, emitting monstrous blood light, staring at huge eyes, and not blinking to death.

These are the four major water tribe demon saints in Tianlongjiang, including the Dragon Emperor, who were all beheaded here!

"I can see it clearly!"

Wu Ming bowed slightly.

"How?"

Fan Shidao.

"Very strong!"

Wu Ming lowered his head and smiled brightly, "Unexpected!"

"Yes, the old man spontaneously combusted the Holy Dao, and with the powerful power of the Holy Dao left by the seventy-two sages, it is only similar to it!"

Fan Shi slowly glanced around, as if he was boundless nostalgia, his pupils reflected the mountains and rivers, and he stepped towards the west, and said lightly, "Such a blow is almost no different from the Holy Ancestor's shot, you ...... Do it for yourself!"

"Send Fan Shi!"

Wu Ming bowed solemnly and hugged his fists.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun and stars......"

Master Fan walked and sang, strolling in the sunset, free and easy, heroic as a hero, scattered like a cloud!

Boom!

The flat ground thundered, the blood clouds filled the sky, the rain cried like the sky, and the sages fell!

Wu Ming stood in the rain of blood, he didn't get up for a long time, there was a silent sorrow in his ears, until a long time later, he slowly got up, his resolute face could not see joy and sorrow, looked up at the sky, patted the stone drum, and murmured silently: "O sages and martyrs......"

Airplanes!

The blood-black brilliance twisted and moved, turning into a bronze throne, and eight arms came out hideously, grabbing the corpse of the demon saint and blending into it.

"Woo ......"

In the Stone Drum Academy, the sorrow is not stopped, such as crying and complaining, the cuckoo cries blood, and the heaven and earth sing sadly!

Blood rain rains from the sky, and it doesn't stop for three days!

On both sides of the Tianlong River, the water and grass are abundant and beautiful, and the spiritual fields are full of boundless vitality!

Wu ...... Great Ming Sheng!"

Lei Mingsheng appeared from Tianlongjiang, looked at Wu Ming, and was silent for a long time, and when his eyes touched the stone drum beside him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"On both sides of the Tianlong River, from now on, there will be a Luo Lei Ming Shengzhao!"

Wu Ming turned around slowly and bowed slightly.

"Don't dare, this is the responsibility of this saint, from now on, the water tribe will never infringe on the people on both sides of the strait, if you violate this oath, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed!"

Lei Mingsheng returned the salute and swore to the sky.

Although it may not be completely sincere, it is not as powerful as others, and the fate of the four major water tribe demon saints is just around the corner, and he doesn't want to become the food of that evil intent divine seat.

What's more, joining the human race may not be better than him being at ease.

Moreover, Wu Ming has cooperated with him several times and has a good relationship, and if it can be maintained, it will definitely be of great help to himself.

If he betrayed the demon clan, it was nothing, he was alone, the whole clan was destroyed, and there was no demon clan who stood up and said a word, pulling a hand.

The power of the Divine Spear of Destruction, even if it is now condensed, he can really see it, and now his heart is beating like a drum.

Lei Mingsheng knew very well that he would never be able to avenge this revenge with his own strength, only with the help of the human race and the hand of Wu Ming, otherwise, one day he might turn into ashes under that blow.

"Okay, my human race will also keep its promise!"

Wu Ming bowed slightly.

"If the Longjiang River has been determined today, the water veins along the coast are all in my hands, I don't know what arrangements Da Ming Sheng has for the waters of the Huanglong River?"

Lei Mingsheng asked.

"Huanglongjiang ......"

Wu Ming looked sideways at the north and said lightly, "This saint wants to hand over the Huanglong River to Ao Lei and Ao Yong, what does Lei Mingsheng think?"

"This ......"

Lei Mingsheng's eyes flashed slightly, glanced at Wu Ming, and said in a deep voice, "Speaking of which, their sister and brother also have a rough life, a bad fate, and a deep relationship with this saint. ”

Thinking back then, counting it carefully, it was only a little more than ten years.

But it's so short, for the demon clan, it's even a time to take a nap, and the young man of the human race who once needed to design to borrow his own shelter in order to save his life has now even become an existence that he needs to look up to, how not to let him sigh?

But fortunately, although they failed to do so, they occupied the two most fertile waters in Shenzhou in one fell swoop, which are suitable for the survival of the water tribe, but Ao Lei and Ao Yong, sisters and brothers, also have a shallow incense fate with themselves in the end.

After all, they are all lucky ones from the Demon Sea, the conservative medieval war, and the suffering of the dragon clan's legacy.

Based on this alone, he can't do the things that rob people of opportunities and cut off people's futures.

Moreover, with this fate, the two sides will not tear their faces for the power of the water vein where the source is located, and they can still help each other, at least they can avoid the possibility of causing trouble and preventing outsiders from interfering in the wall.

It is precisely because of this that Lei Mingsheng gave up the opportunity to take charge of the water veins of the two river basins alone and to be able to go further in the shortest possible time.

Of course, there are also scruples among them, and the human race may not be willing!

As for whether Lei Mingsheng and the two true dragons will unite, as in the past, the tail will not fall, this is even more worrying.

But look at it now, the Four Seas Dragon Clan is too busy to take care of itself, the inland demon clan is killed, caught, and reformed through labor, without strong reinforcements, and with such a deep hatred, how can it still be strong and weak?

What's more, it is not good to really be Wu Ming's knife?

Even the saints of the human race are killed when they say they are killed, and they are forced to die when they say they are forced to die, and when it comes to the critical moment, they will definitely not care about the past feelings.

It is conceivable that as long as Shenzhou is not broken and the human race is not destroyed, at least for tens of thousands of years, there will be absolutely no demonic wind and waves in the Liangjiang Basin, or even calm down!

"Well, in this way, there will be more Luo Lei Mingsheng to help their sisters and brothers, think about it, it won't be long before they can be canonized, and at that time, Lei Mingsheng's pressure will also be sharply reduced, and more time can be freed up to sort out the water veins of the Tianlong River and benefit the people on both sides of the strait!"

Wu Ming nodded.

"Thank you, Da Ming Sheng!"

Lei Mingsheng's pupils shrank, and he hugged his fists and saluted.

If it weren't for the fact that this statement came from Wu Ming's mouth, he wouldn't have been able to believe that in just over ten years, the two emperors, Xiao Zhenlong, were about to be canonized!

What kind of Shenzhou, no, all worlds jokes?

But thinking about it, the demon saint who died for a while, and even the Dragon Emperor of Tianlongjiang, Lei Mingsheng suddenly felt cold, his heart beat like thunder, and his demeanor was a little more respectful.

The demon race is different from the human race, as long as the strength is similar, or even the same origin, it may not be possible to do such a thing that can be called against the sky.

With Wu Ming's worth, there is definitely such a skill.

"When Lei Mingsheng fully grasps the water veins of the Tianlong River, he will place the dragon seal of the water source in the temples and be worshiped by the incense of all the people, and from then on he will share weal and woe with our human race and be immortal. ”

Wu Ming said calmly.

"Da Ming Sheng, rest assured, with the current strength of this saint, and the divine power before Master Fan, it will definitely not take long to sort out the water veins of the Tianlong River!"

Lei Mingsheng's heart was cold again, and he hurriedly responded.

Although handing over the Water Source Dragon Seal to the temples is equivalent to handing over most of the control of the water veins of the Tianlong River to the Terrans, and even he himself will be subject to the Terrans, but now he has no courage to refuse at all, and he does not dare to have the slightest dissent.

Just kidding, not to mention that now the human race is powerful, and the power has appeared to be integrated and unified, Wu Ming alone is enough to easily kill him, how dare you think about it?

"Okay, don't bother Lei Mingsheng, this saint will go!"

Wu Ming nodded, and his body flickered, and the bronze divine seat and stone drum disappeared.

"Da Ming Sheng, go slowly!"

Lei Mingsheng bowed, quietly wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist, and then let out a long breath of turbidity, and the thunder light flashed around his body, and he disappeared into the Tianlong River.

......

At the same time, in the courtyard of the Heavenly Palace in the Middle Tang Dynasty, there were cigarette smoke, clouds and mist, and a grand scene of immortals, but it was empty, and there was not even a little Taoist child.

There was only a middle-aged Taoist priest, sitting alone in the pavilion, holding a white child, looking at the criss-crossing chessboard with an expressionless face.

Wu Ming stood for a long time, but he didn't see the Taoist priest falling, and he didn't say anything to disturb him.

"Watching chess is silent, a true gentleman, I never thought that Da Ming Sheng also has such patience!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest put the white son in the chess jar, looked up at Wu Ming, and there was no joy or anger on his square face.

"Wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't let Daojun finish this last game of chess?"

Wu Ming walked in, sat down calmly, and said lightly.

"Are you so sure that this is the last game of chess in the poor road?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest chuckled, looked at Wu Ming, and said, "Yes, when you first enter the Holy Realm, you have lost the wonder of heaven and man, which is indeed remarkable." ”

"Daojun praises falsely, this saint is ashamed!"

Wu Ming bowed slightly, calmly and calmly.

This person who is known as the one who knows astronomy and the geography who knows the past and the future, the existence of the past and the present, and the existence of the ancient and the modern, and the ability to see through his own cultivation realm, is really nothing.

What's more, Wu Ming has nothing to hide.

With the foundation he has accumulated in the realm of semi-saints, he has already touched the unity of heaven and man, and after breaking through, it is reasonable to step directly into this realm.

"Haha!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled heartily, and seemed to be very satisfied with Wu Ming's seemingly modest attitude, but in fact, he shook his head and said, "However, just with your strength in the unity of heaven and man, you can't help it." ”

As he spoke, his breath changed slightly, as if he was like a spring breeze, and like a spring thunderstorm, with endless changes, the four seasons were under control, and the infinite changes were immeasurable, and it was the same as the unity of heaven and man.

Moreover, it is by no means the first time he has entered this realm like Wu Ming, but he has been immersed in this realm for an unknown number of years, and he has walked out of the existence farther away than it.

It's a pity that the things in this world are never static, and even if they do, they are definitely not things that can be determined just by cultivating to the realm.

"Daojun thinks that this saint needs to compete with you?"

Wu Ming's expression remained unchanged, his eyelids drooped slightly, his gaze fell on the chessboard, and then looked out of the sky, indescribably meaningful.

"Ah, young people now!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest touched the hand of the chess jar, suddenly paused, raised his head and said, "Poor Dao really wants to know, where you came from, what is Poor Dao like!"