Airplanes!

In the void space, ripples suddenly appeared, and hundreds of powerhouses of various races, whether they were emperors or grandmasters, were squeezed out before they could react, and disappeared after a whirlwind.

"After all, I owe you a cause and effect!"

In front of a pile of scattered boulders, the light and shadow flickered, Wu Ming flashed in colorful clothes, looked at the stone statue that seemed to be broken, muttered to himself, and pointed at his hand like a knife, cutting off his right hand entirely.

With a soft pop, the broken wrist instantly squirmed with multicolored glow, returning to normal, and the severed hand also emitted multicolored glow, surging into a multicolored spar and falling into the gravel.

But seeing that the glow was like silk, enveloping all the rubble, gathering into a pile with a loud noise, and there were a few drops of blood inside, as well as a trace of vague and unknown soul power fluctuations, which blended with the colorful glow, turning into a humanoid statue three feet high, and its face was exactly the same as the grinding plate.

What's even more amazing is that the blood on it is dense, flickering and dark, completely echoing the meridians and blood in the human race's body, and even revealing the vitality of the heartbeat, as if a real person is petrified.

If there is a saint here, it will definitely drop its jaw, the power of creation, they can indeed do it, but to give life, this is the power of the legend, long lost in the ancient powers.

"You are willing to use the origin of the Holy Land of the Royal House to reshape its body!"

The brilliance around him flashed, and Ku Ye suddenly flashed out, looking at the statue, not without jealousy.

It's no wonder that his old man is jealous, his biggest dream in the second half of his life is to enter the holy path, and now his heart is thinking of rebirth, continue to pursue his dream, and see that although it is on the agenda, in fact, he is only prepared, and he is still a step away from being truly reborn.

But the grinding disc is good, directly crossed all the steps, and is to use the most suitable for its own treasure origin, reshape the body, it is conceivable that its potential is strong, not only to make up for the sequelae that was fueled by the old seedlings before, but even the future is immeasurable!

Of course, if it weren't for the fact that Mo Pan had just died, and even with his special physique, strong vitality, and soul had not completely dissipated, even if Wu Ming had the ability to reach the heavens, he would not be able to bring him back to life.

Even now, it is unknown when the grinding disc will wake up!

"If you want to, I don't mind using this method to help you get older!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Don't, I'm just talking about playing!

Ku Ye waved his hand again and again and said.

Just kidding, the origin of the current Wangwu Holy Land has been completely refined by Wu Ming, just like the dragon realm, absorbed by the boundary bead, the grinding disc doesn't want to get out of its control in this life, after his old man is reborn, he still wants to stay away from this tireless demon king of the mixed world who has been on the road to death!

"Huh!"

Wu Ming smiled indifferently, looked at the clouds and mist in the distance disappretently, his eyes were leisurely and profound, "Now, it is estimated that the outside is about to become a pot of porridge!"

"What's the matter?"

Ku Ye instantly came to his senses, and gloated, "Whether it is the old stone, or the people of the temple, or the Danshan clan, I'm afraid they are all dumbfounded, just waiting for you to go out!"

"Humph!"

Wu Mingpi pulled the corners of his mouth without smiling, and his left hand suddenly reached in front of him, and the purple and blue light flames flickered on it, and an ancient bronze lamp appeared, which was the lotus lamp.

It's just that unlike before, the dim flame has nothing to do with it, and it is much weaker than before the Hidden Dragon Abyss.

"How should this account be calculated?"

Wu Ming gently rubbed the lotus lamp, endless pity loomed in his eyes, and his face suddenly turned cold.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Ku Ye's old face changed slightly, and he solemnly persuaded, "That old stone is really not good, I want to borrow your soul to send the Giant Spirit Mountain Seal here, and then communicate with the ancestral land of the Wang House, in order to make the Five Elements True Crystal that you once refined originally came from the Wang House, so as to regain control of this holy land, at least to leave a back hand." But don't forget, no matter what he did, you are no different from an ant in his eyes now!"

Yes, as Ku Ye said, Shan Lao, also known as the Shan Kui Holy Monarch, had the idea from the very beginning, using the Five Elements True Crystal refined by Wu Ming to feed or supplement the origin of the Wang House, and through the Giant Spirit Mountain Seal, as a bridge between the two.

Unexpectedly, Song Yao laid the foundation of the Holy Dao, sensed that Wu Ming was about to reach the top, and used the treasures given by the temples to break through the space, and forcibly attacked it, consuming the power of the Giant Spirit Mountain Seal in advance.

What I didn't expect was that Wu Ming, who should have no power to resist in front of the origin of the royal house, had a lotus lantern to protect his body, and he came to devour, and even incorporated the entire ancestral land of the royal house into the mountain and sea boundary beads, becoming the latter's nutrients to supplement himself.

The current Wangwu Ancestral Land, in fact, is already a part of the Mountain and Sea Boundary Beads, and even with the Five Elements Spirit Beads, it has become a treasure to consolidate the space of the Mountain and Sea Boundary Beads, and it is extremely compatible without any side effects!

Who would have thought that the layout of the temples, the Danshan clan had been looking forward to it for countless years, and the Shankui Holy Monarch was crazy, and the ultimatum was cheap to Wu Ming.

What's even more ridiculous is that the former put in a set of five-element spirit beads comparable to holy treasures, and the Danshan clan lost a clan girl with a canonical posture, and Shankui had no possibility of recovering the ancestral land of the royal house, and completely lost Wu Ming's friendship.

It's just that today's Wu Ming, with either party, has no ability to turn his face and flip the table!

Even, with the help of a certain party, in order to deal with it, seek the possibility of retreating!

"Huh!"

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth twitched, and his somewhat irritable figure flashed, and he walked through the invisible space with Kuye to avoid obstacles, and appeared next to a mountain spring, where there was also a human body, which was its shell, still maintaining a cultivation posture, slowly absorbing the power of the body washing spring.

"Now you can only drag it out, just leave the ancestral land of the royal house here, no one can take it away anyway, I estimate, that old stone and all the temples, no one can see what happened, as long as you take back the dragon devouring vine and Dao Dou, solve the Youtan Bora flower, and then take it away, then the emperor will be far away, and there will be a spirit lord to cover the heavens for you, no one will want to find you!"

Kuye said.

"That's all there is to it!"

Wu Ming thought about it, there was really no way, and after bowing his head slightly, his body flashed into the center of his body eyebrows.

In the space of knowing the sea, the dim lotus lamp was still hanging in the palm of the Demon Spirit Holy Fetus, the other hand was holding the bronze holy sword, and several heavy treasures such as the Blood Book Spirit Deed were placed on his knees.

"Dao Weapon!"

But Wu Ming only had a lotus lamp in his eyes, and he spit out two words, and returned to his body in a flash, feeling the surging and unparalleled power in his body, and even running as he wished, almost flawless.

Vaguely, I only felt that there was a slight difference, and I could break through the sixth level of "Ming Wang Fudongzun" - the head of the six yangs!

But this trace is like a mountain, and it is like tissue paper, even if he understands the realm of his current cultivation, he can't grasp it for a while.

The reason why he felt this way, Wu Ming instinctively felt that it was because his cultivation had progressed too fast recently, and the difference between his own strength and his own strength was too much.

"Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, now my Fa Xiang Cave is complete, Ming Xuan has been enlightened, just wait for this matter, you can find an opportunity to break through!"

Wu Ming glanced at the surging clouds and mist again, and took random steps, and the clouds and mist on the sky suddenly turned into an arched bridge, as if welcoming a king, extending to his feet.

The moment he stepped on the arch bridge, he instantly carried Wu Ming into the depths of the clouds and mist, and disappeared in a flash.

When he reappeared, he was already in the original valley, looking around, the powerhouses of all races did not know where to go, Wu Ming was keenly aware that there was a dead silence in the canyon, and there was even a faint dead air that had not yet dissolved.

As for the fate of those slaves, one can imagine.

"Thief, where's my eldest sister?"

At this moment, hundreds of escapes came, and one of the young men of the Danshan clan asked sharply, it was one of the Tianjiao of the Danshan clan who was injured by Wu Ming in the eighteen bends of the mountain.

"Dog thief, come here!"

"Several elite children of my clan, the elite have all died at your hands, and you must pay for your life!"

"We have no grievances and no hatred, but you are ruthless, killing and injuring countless geniuses of the tribes of the Great Xianbei Mountain, today is your death!"

The strong men of various tribes had red eyes, and they almost wanted to eat people, as if they wanted to devour Wu Mingsheng alive.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the wind and clouds above the sky changed color, lightning and thunder, and the terrifying coercion, and everyone who was shocked trembled, and they all lowered their heads in unison.

"Brother Shankui, why should they be like this, they are just unhappy, but this son is too ruthless and slaughters innocent people!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt came to the front leisurely, and looked at Wu Mingdao with a stern look in his eyes, "As a human race, why are you so unscrupulous and slaughtering the elites of various tribes who are friendly with our clan?"

As soon as the word is spoken, it is already the characterization of this matter.

If it was in the past, Wu Ming might have thought of it as a snake with this transcendent sage, and even sold it well, but he was secretly pitted by this person and the mountain elder one after another, and the lotus lamp consumed a lot to save him, and his heart was already extremely irritable, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

"Shan Lao, fortunately, the kid has reached the top!"

Wu Ming said respectfully.

"Good, good, good, good, I really didn't mistake you!"

The corners of Shan Lao's eyes twitched slightly, he stroked his beard and laughed, his mouth almost grinning behind his ears.

In front of the Holy Monarch, none of the strong people of the tribes dared to make a mistake, so they could only look at the middle-aged man in Confucian shirts, hoping that this existence, who had an extraordinary status in all the temples, could help them seek justice.

"Huh, what about Brother Shanpan?"

Wu Ming swept left and right, pretending to be surprised.

"Yamapan...... It's fallen!"

The mountain boss stiffened his hand and sighed.

"What? There are only three people in our clan who survive, and now that the brother of the Shanpan clan has fallen, is this going to destroy our clan? Who is so vicious, the kid will not die with him!"

Wu Ming's eyes were red, and he burst into tears.

Everyone's expressions were stunned, and the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt who was waiting to speak, his lips moved, and he swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

What else can I say?

As we all know, the mountain djinn is indeed about to be wiped out, Wu Ming can only be counted as half, originally out of a mountain rock, but he didn't expect to fall in the ancestral land of the Wang House, to put it bluntly, there is only a light pole commander left with the mountain kui holy monarch.

And those in the know even subconsciously looked at the middle-aged and Songpu in Confucian shirts, with suspicious expressions in their eyes.

Obviously, anyone would wonder if the temples were deliberately doing this, just to make the mountain djinn extinct, so that they could occupy the ancestral land of the royal house and even the Taihang Mountain!

You are just a few geniuses who have died, and everyone is about to be wiped out, and if you continue to entangle, if you cause this holy monarch to go crazy on the spot, who will be able to bear it?