No one knows what is happening in front of them.

Although the Scorching Sun Totem is the totem of their Scorching Sun tribe and the source of their power, it is precisely because the power is too grandiose that even if they themselves do not have a certain level of cultivation, they do not dare to absorb the divine light of the Scorching Sun Totem.

You can only rely on daily prayers and use your own totemic imprint as a guide to absorb the power of the scorching sun totem.

And the man in front of him.

But it can stand in front of the scorching sun totem and absorb the divine light of the scorching sun totem unscathed.

This simply broke the three views of all the people of the Scorching Sun tribe.

Especially.

After Xu Mu's identity was called out.

Everyone is even more confused, don't want it.

"Who the is this Wang Dazhu?"

", even Lord Blazing Sun's divine light can absorb it, saying that he is not a totem cultivator, I don't believe it at all!"

"Could it be that he is really a totem cultivator?"

"Uncle, even if it's a totem cultivator, you can't be so bold to get close to Lord Sun, this is death!"

"The point is, he's not dead! It seems that he is still absorbing it very well!"

Bai Lan's face has become extremely complicated.

From the previous resistance, gradually, Bai Lan found that the more he came into contact with Xu Mu, the more he felt that the other party was extremely good.

Such a good guy, if he really marries his daughter, perhaps, it will be his daughter's blessing, and maybe it will be a blessing.

It's just that.

Bai Lan was still a little worried.

But.

At a certain moment, this fear suddenly disappeared.

Because at this moment, from Xu Mu's body, a phantom suddenly appeared.

This phantom is not big, but in the eyes of many Scorching Sun tribesmen, it is like a heavenly mountain, and they are suppressed and breathless.

After a long time, an elder said in a trembling voice, "That... Is that... No way... Is that really..."

Bai Lan's eyes flashed with essence, and he shouted in a low voice, "Moon Saint General! That's right! That must be the Moon Saint General!"

"I'm dripping mom!"

An elder couldn't help but sit on the ground.

The rest of the elders, of course, were also extremely shocked, and they even subconsciously forgot to breathe.

Moon Saint General!

That's the Moon Saint General's Armor!

The Three Holy Totems of the Sun, Moon and Star can be said to be the source of their totem clan, and they are their ancestral totems, and the Three Holy Totems are unimaginable in their hearts for the cultivation of these totems.

And now.

There was a month of holy totem cultivation that appeared in front of them.

It's still one, so that the Moon Saint Totem can bless the Moon Saint Totem!

This scene is too terrifying, too shocking, too incredible! They can't believe that the scene in front of them is real!

The three holy totems of the sun, moon and stars have been silent for many years, and many totem cultivators of the younger generation even think that the three holy totems have been annihilated.

"I didn't expect that..."

An elder's lips turned white, and he said tremblingly, "I really didn't expect it, Lord Moon Saint Totem, it's still there! Lao Tzu knows, how can those damn Blood Saint Totems be able to annihilate Lord Moon Saint Totem? In this way, our Sun Saint Totem Ancestor must still be there..."

"God bless my totem clan!"

A group of elders burst into tears.

It is not clear what was in the past.

I don't know this complicated feeling.

Once upon a time, their totem clan was all over the world, and who was not afraid?

It's a pity that all this changed after the appearance of the blood totem, after the rise of the blood saint totem, a big war, so that the totem clan collapsed, the dead died, the wounded, and finally the big alliance tribe was divided, and the totem clan was scattered, hiding and hiding.

Although the blood totem has also paid a huge price, how can the totem clan accept all this?

Bai Lan took a deep breath and suddenly whispered in everyone's ears, "Except for the tribal elders, everyone else retreats!"

The clansmen of the Scorching Sun tribe, who stretched their necks around and watched, suddenly pouted, they were also extremely excited, but unfortunately, the patriarch gave the order, so they had to listen.

"You guys go too!"

Bai Lan refers to the three of Bai Zhiling.

Bai Zhiling pouted dissatisfiedly, "Dad..."

"Obedient!"

Bai Lan opened his mouth in a deep voice, his eyes were deep, and Bai Zhiling, who was looking at it, couldn't help but tremble, knowing that his father, this was serious, he immediately stopped talking, and left a little unwillingly.

Fang Longhu didn't dare to say more, turned around and ran, making the crow's angry scolding spineless.

And the prince, just as he was about to speak, was interrupted by Bai Lan waving his hand, "You go too!

Ahh

The prince almost vomited blood.

Misty grass Nyima!

Bai Lan, you are so hairy, are you still the same tone that the old father-in-law looked at his son-in-law before? Okay, you Bai Lan, now that you have this damn Wang Sledgehammer who kills a thousand knives, you don't want to fucking Lao Tzu, right? You can do it! You can do it! You can do it enough! Capsize the boat and play very slippery!

The prince was reluctant to leave.

Of course he wants to see the follow-up, and wants to see why Xu Mu is so hanging!

It's a pity that even if his grandfather is the great elder of the Burning Sun Tribe, he has to leave and disobey the patriarch in public, which is a big crime.

In fact, the most important thing is that his grandfather is not in the clan now, otherwise, he is not so easy to bully, at least, he has to leave a sentence behind.

...

...

Just when Xu Mu, in the Scorching Sun Tribe, caused a huge sensation.

At this moment, on the top of a barren mountain somewhere.

Mo Wuji, the only remaining Light Pole Commander Sect Master of the Blood Totem Tribe who was wiped out by Xu Mu, was in a state of great excitement.

In front of him, there was also an old man, his face was pale, half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, covered with blood, and he looked at Mo Wuji with great fear.

Mo Wuji is cool.

Fell, cool, don't don't.

After escaping from the nest before, Mo Wuji began his own road of pretending to be a grandson, picking out no man's land, and his speed soared to the peak of his life, running far, far away, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

Then he found out that he had come to Jitai.

It is said that if you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, Mo Wuji used to scoff at it, but now, he thinks what the ancients said is really reasonable!

Is there anything more beautiful bubbling than being a blood totem but encountering the cultivation of the totem?

That's right, pretending to be a grandson all the way, halfway through, I actually met an old totem man who was doing something with someone, and it was the old man in front of him.

"You've seen my methods! Now, do you want to explain? I'll tell you the truth, cooperate with me, you may still have a way to live, if you don't cooperate, hehe..."

Mo Wuji stared gloomily at the old man in front of him, and threatened, "If you don't cooperate, the old man promises, if you don't suck you dry up a little bit, you will never give up!"

The old man trembled, and his eyes flashed with struggle.

However, after only struggling for a while, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "I... I said, I'll say it all, don't kill me!"

Mo Wu was extremely overjoyed, and nodded again and again, "Count you as acquaintances, hahaha, let's say, what's your name?"

"Old man... No, no, no, my name is Wang Batian!"

The corners of Mo Wuji's mouth twitched.

Wang Batian? Why don't you call Wang Ritian? That's hanging!

Shaking his head and smiling, Mo Wuji said softly, "Wang Batian, brother, now tell me, where is your tribe?"

Half an hour later.

Mo Wuji's eyes were full of intense excitement, and suddenly he opened his hand and waved, and a blood-colored light cluster appeared in front of Wang Batian's eyes, staring at Wang Batian, Mo Wuji said coldly, "According to the method I gave you, swallow it!"

Wang Batian was a little frightened, "Fellow Daoist, you..."

Mo Wuji sneered, "What, haven't you accepted your fate yet? Don't you know that our Blood Totem's ability really wants to force me to do something to you?"

"Don't..."

Wang Batian swallowed his saliva, and then, his eyes flashed with madness, and he roared, "I'll swallow!"

The blood-colored light is in the abdomen.

Wang Batian seemed to have accepted his fate, and saluted Mo Wuji with some bitterness, "Fellow Daoist, now, are you relieved?"

Mo Wuji squinted his eyes, patted Wang Batian's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't worry! Of course don't worry!Hehehe, Brother Wang, don't worry, now we are both Blood Totem Monks, I will be very good to you, now you go to the Blood Soul Tribe with me, I was worried that I couldn't find a suitable meeting gift, but I didn't expect to meet you!"

"Hehe, a scorching sun tribe, I think, this meeting gift, the Blood Soul Tribe will definitely be very satisfied, hahahaha..."

(End of chapter)