"Poof", "Poof"

The Xuanyuan patriarch walked all the way to kill all the way, he was extremely fast, and the powerhouse of the Condensation Realm was like a baby in front of him, he couldn't beat it, he couldn't run away, he could only stretch his neck and wait for death.

In the blink of an eye, the ten Condensation Realm powerhouses who came had all been wiped out.

In the distance, all the 100,000 Kunlun slaves looked stupid, even Jiang Yifan and Zhou Peng widened their eyes, the old man was quite powerful, and he had no scruples to shoot, he was simply a demon king.

Patriarch Xuanyuan stepped forward, provoked Ning Da Butler with the tip of his gun, and said with a smile: "Old man, I'll give you a chance to live, but you need to answer me a question." ”

"What...... What's the problem?" Butler Ning replied with a strong spirit when he heard that he still had a chance to live.

His injuries were severe, half of his body was shattered, and spider web-like cracks appeared on his muscles, and blood flowed down.

Patriarch Xuanyuan said in a deep voice: "Where is the Bloody Marquis now? ”

"Ahem, you die, I won't tell you, the Bloody Marquis is kind to me, I can't do anything to be sorry for him. Butler Ning coughed up some blood foam and said inarticulately.

"Really?" Patriarch Xuanyuan grinned, and at the same time, the divine power had slowly covered the big iron spear, and his palm was turning slightly.

"Ahh

"Do you want to say it?" Patriarch Xuanyuan was covered in blood, but he was grinning, looking a little oozing.

"Say!" Butler Ning finally softened.

"Speak quickly!"

"In Kunlun City, I am the only one guarding the town, and the other two masters have followed the Bloody Cloth Marquis to the Imperial City. Butler Ning endured the pain and quickly said all this.

"Hehe, how do I know if you're lying to me?" Patriarch Xuanyuan had a sly smile on his face, which was extremely terrifying in the eyes of Steward Ning, like a demon.

"Don't dare to tell lies!" Butler Ning shouted this sentence with all his strength full of blood.

Patriarch Xuanyuan grinned, laughed, and said, "Okay, I believe you once, but I still can't leave your life." ”

"Why?" Butler Ning's eyes widened, and he felt a sense of despair.

Patriarch Xuanyuan gritted his teeth and said: "The beast clan is hateful, but you bastards who see the wind and rudder and are greedy for life and fear death are even more shameful, and letting you live in the world as a human race is the biggest mistake for the human race, go to hell to report!"

"Buzz"

On the big iron spear, the divine power was entangled, and that powerful sense of power appeared again, and the great housekeeper Ning used all his strength to mobilize a trace of divine power, and he was struggling to support it, but in the end, he still couldn't withstand that kind of might.

"Poof"

In the end, Steward Ning completely exploded, and his flesh and blood were completely burned in the void, and not even a drop of blood remained.

At this time, I saw that on the mountain of Kunlun Ruins, 100,000 Kunlun slaves actually knelt down in the direction of the Xuanyuan patriarch at the same time, and everyone was excited.

In the past, the Terrans were only slaves of the Orcs, and even the food rations, and life was miserable, but no one had enough strength to stand up and raise the banner of the Terrans. Now, the old man's mighty force had finally toppled the mountain that was pressing down on their heads, and they felt a pang of excitement that their survival was guaranteed.

Seeing this, Jiang Yifan and Zhou Peng couldn't help but feel excited in their hearts, when they came to this world from the earth, how humble were the human race? But now, not only Ji Village has completely turned over, but even a large clan with a population of 100,000 has sounded the horn of counterattack.

It can be expected that under the leadership of the strong man of the human royal family, the 100,000 Kunlunu will definitely not be slaughtered by others as before, although they are very weak, but the united human race is still not to be underestimated.

In the final analysis, it is because of the identity of the royal family of the human race that can arouse the resistance of Kunlun Nu, the royal family of the ancient human race used to be a hegemon, although it has disappeared for 5,000 years, but the prestige is still in everyone's heart, and now someone finally stands up, so that 100,000 Kunlun Nu feel a sense of belonging.

In the next time, the Kunlun slaves wearing masks surrounded the old man Xuanyuan, and there were many people behind who were blocked from sight desperately squeezing forward, just to be able to see the old man Xuanyuan at a glance, and touch the royal leader of the ancient race at close range, which will be their future spiritual leader.

The old man had white hair and white beard, and the blood stains on his body had not dried up, and he couldn't help but cry when he looked at the crowd around him.

The masks were too heavy to see the faces hidden underneath, but from their simple and hot eyes, the old man felt a sense of intimacy, a feeling of blood connection.

However, now is not the time to be cordial with his compatriots, and it is obvious that Old Man Xuanyuan has other things to do, and he did not stay for too long.

Next to the ancient chariot, the only two remaining alien beasts were curled up there, timidly looking at the crowd in the distance, but they didn't dare to leave, because the Xuanyuan patriarch had always focused on them.

The two beasts were not of any race, they were covered with a thick layer of scales, each of which was the size of a human palm, and they stood up like bulls, but they had no horns.

"Some look like pangolins, but some cows, look closely, and a bit like dogs, what the hell is this?" Old Man Xuanyuan looked at the two strange beasts, and kept muttering in his mouth.

The two beasts huddled together, shivering, lest the old man slaughter himself in a rage.

On the other side, Zhou Peng's body was very weak because of the previous whipping, and he was supported by Jiang Yifan, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Old man Xuanyuan beckoned, pointed at the two strange beasts and said to Zhou Peng: "That kid, sit up, I'll take you to heal." ”

Jiang Yifan helped Zhou Peng up and asked, "Senior, what should I do next?" There are no other masters in Kunlun City. ”

The old man smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

"Of course, it's to get rid of the old nest of the Bloody Clothed Marquis! If we want to grow, we must be inseparable from cultivation, and the resources hoarded by the Bloody Clothed Marquis can just be used by us. Jiang Yifan rubbed his hands, he was looking forward to what kind of treasures people like Xueyihou would hoard.

The old man laughed and said, "You and I want to go together, his bloody marquis is unforgivable for his own kindred, and his little material can only be regarded as a little interest to us." ”

In the end, everyone didn't say much, the old man Xuanyuan turned over and rode on a strange beast, took Zhou Peng to return to Kunlun Wonderland first, and wanted to release the hidden master of the human race, and block Kunlun City as a whole.

......

Three days later, there was a sudden rumbling sound in the western direction of Kunlun Ruins, and standing on a high place and watching, you could see tens of thousands of Terrans climbing densely up the hillside.

These people are all human races in the Kunlun Immortal Realm, different from Kunlun Nu, they have been hidden in the Immortal Realm for thousands of years, and they have all been the royal family of the ancient human race, and most of them are cultivators.

At this moment, each of them has a weapon in their hands, and some people jump nearly ten meters away when they jump, and some people can even jump up dozens of meters directly, which can be seen that this is a force that cannot be underestimated.

Directly above the crowd, two strange beasts were pulling an ancient chariot, making a thunderous sound, on the chariot, an old man who looked like a dry corpse was half-lying, his eyes were listless and half-open, as if he would hang up at any time.

Different from the Xuanyuan patriarch, this old man is a real king-level master, a strong man of the same level as the Tiger King and the Peng King, but he is too old, like a candle in the wind.

In front of the crowd, the Xuanyuan patriarch and Mingyue had already led the clansmen across the Kunlun Ruins, and gathered together with the Kunlun Nu, looking from a distance, it seemed as if two huge rivers were intertwined, forming a huge group with no end in sight.

"So many people!" Zhou Peng was speechless, his injuries were no longer in trouble, and he was standing with Jiang Yifan at this moment, looking at the hundreds of thousands of people in a daze, almost occupying the entire mountain.

Patriarch Xuanyuan escaped into the void, smiled at the old man with the broken candle, and said, "Brother, I'll go first, and settle the remnants of Kunlun City for you, and you will follow behind." ”

"Go ahead. The old man with the broken candle said with his eyes half-closed, and he didn't know if he saw the Xuanyuan patriarch.

"Second grandfather, you have to pay attention to safety. Mingyue shouted.

"Don't worry, the second grandfather's body is still very ......."

In the sky, a voice came from afar.

"Boom ......"

More than 100,000 people walking on the road is an extremely shocking scene, like a great migration, and also like an expeditionary army, with their feet on the ground and rumbling.

It can be seen that the human race in the Kunlun Wonderland is very talkative, and for Kunlun Nu, they have no shelf as a royal family, on the contrary, they are still helping those ordinary people to share some luggage, and the atmosphere between everyone is very harmonious.

Since Kunlun Nu was not a cultivator, everyone did not reach Kunlun City a hundred miles away until night. Along the way, there were also garrisons of the Bloody Marquis who came forward to interrogate, but without exception, all of them were resolved.

The more than 100,000 Terrans bent on resisting are terrifying, and in such a large ethnic group, only a few dozen or hundreds of people cannot make the slightest wave.

The most important thing is that the butler of Ning Da under the command of the Bloody Cloth Marquis did not leak out after the Kunlun Ruin incident, so few people know that the Terran in Kunlun Ruin has rebelled, which greatly facilitates the Terran "action".