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Did you really do something wrong?

Do they really deserve to die? Or do they not have to kill until they die?

Wu Moxie didn't understand what the cannibalism referred to in Shui Bai's dialect meant, but it seemed that Shui Bai did not criticize himself for killing twenty-one people, but reminded himself.

"...... of the same clan" Wu Moxie looked up at the night sky and silently recited these two words.

The meaning of these two words can be big or small, to say big, there are seven-foot bones, different hands and feet, with hair and teeth, that is, the human race. After all, there is more than one race on this Tianyuan Continent, and when I was a child, I heard my mother tell me that there are some other races in the far north and even in the sea.

To put it mildly, it's the cold bamboo mound behind him.

For Leng Zhuzuka, he has never had the slightest sense of belonging, and even within this family, their family is often treated unfairly.

Perhaps at a very young age, he was still young and unknown, and tried in vain to integrate into the family and live with other people. But I don't know why, the clan has an attitude of rejection towards themselves and their mothers.

Even, I once thought that the blood-drinking beasts in the mountains were much warmer than a group of cold-blooded animals in the clan, at least they would not bully the weak for no reason.

At least the former, they only hunt when they are hungry.

Therefore, for Leng Zhuzuka, he had a lot of resentment in his heart, so much so that when he learned that Wu Yunwolf had taken away the emperor-level remnant soul that should have belonged to him, he had already risen with hatred.

But now that I think about it, I have the existence of the Moon Clan's soul vein and soul fire in my body, and the purity of my soul has long been beyond the weight of the class, and the need for emperor-level remnant souls is not so great.

After returning to the clan, do you have to kill Wu Yunwolf to retrieve the emperor-level remnant soul?

If Wu Yunwolf is killed, he will be completely on the opposite side of Leng Zhuzuka.

Wu Moxie stayed up all night.

When he got up early in the morning, with a humid breeze, Wu Moxie's eyes suddenly opened, and when he was about to set off, he found that he felt that something seemed to be missing from his side.

"What about Shui Bai?" Wu Moxie suddenly remembered that after looking around, he didn't find Shui Bai's shadow.

That old man with a hippie smile all day long, gone?

But why?

According to his character, there is absolutely no way to give up so quickly, right?

Wu Moxie was puzzled, but he didn't think much about it, Shui Bai's departure was in the hands of the former, and it was too late to be happy, let alone find Shui Bai's whereabouts.

Immediately hurried towards the morning light, and walked towards Leng Zhuzuka, he urgently needed to figure out what he was thinking at this time, and maybe return to the family to find the answer.

Nearly three months apart, if nothing else, the clansmen in the cold bamboo mound should have almost forgotten that there is Wu Moxie......

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A few days later, inside the cold bamboo mound.

Three melodious bells startled away the crows perched in the forest and scattered a few thin clouds in the sky.

This clan meeting was not held in the cold bamboo forest, but on the stone field in front of the attic of the clan, the clansmen gathered and discussed hotly.

Great Elder Wu Jinkai stood beside the pillars of the Tibetan attic, his hands in his sleeves, his face full of leisure. Behind him, there are carved beams and painted columns, and the majestic corridor reveals a gorgeous.

This is the treasure pavilion within the clan, and it is also the important place of the cold bamboo mound.

Most of the resources of the clan are placed in the attic, and no less than 40 clansmen are guarded every day to prevent anyone from sneaking in, and even more to prevent anyone from stealing from them. Only the Patriarch, the Great Elder, and the three Peering God Realm Clansmen who were still in retreat were able to enter and exit this pavilion at will.

Here, it can also be regarded as the coveted place of nearly 3,000 people in the cold bamboo mound.

At this moment, the rest of the elders and patriarchs were located in the center of the stone field, surrounded by all the clansmen.

It was seventeen teenagers of various ages, standing in front of the patriarch Wu Kui, most of them with worried expressions, their hands on their backs, their fingers stirring restlessly in the dark.

The grandson of the Great Elder, Wu Yunwolf was among them, but he didn't show any uneasiness, and his handsome face looked very calm.

The Lanwei Golden Crow on his shoulder was bending his head to sort out his feathers, revealing Ling Ran's arrogance, but in an instant, it made the two clansmen around him look dim and ashamed of themselves.

The Pseudo-Emperor Soul Sacrifice Master at the peak of the seventh layer of the Mixed Yuan Realm, there is indeed no one in the clan who can compare with him.

Wu Yunwolf raised his chin and did not squint, as if he was enjoying this feeling of superiority all the time, in the clan, he was the pride of the sky, the hope of the family's rise.

"Today is the third month after the solar eclipse, and the third month after you summoned the spirit demons. Wu Kui coughed lightly, and then said: "You are all the best of the juniors, the elite of my Leng Zhuzuka, and the pillar of this family in the future, I hope you understand." ”

The atmosphere on the field became more and more tense, and Wu Kui stopped talking nonsense, and said: "So, show the results of your three months, if you want to get more soul stones and pills, take out your strength! The top ten will provide you with the resources you need for cultivation according to the order!"

This is a trial that will be held every ten years, a competition for the juniors in the clan.

It was also a trial that Wu Moxie was not qualified to participate in before.

A few months after the spirit demon is summoned, this trial will be held, so that the top ten can get more cultivation resources than their peers, so as to motivate the juniors' cultivation efficiency.

Moreover, in this competition, you can only drive the spirit demon young beasts that you have recently summoned, and you cannot summon the previous spirit demons.

This undoubtedly stimulated a lot of juniors to start cultivating more diligently after summoning the spirit demon, in order to let the spirit demon cub improve their cultivation as much as possible before the competition.

In this way, even with the participation of a genius like Wu Yunwolf, it seems fair.

After all, three months ago, everyone was on the same starting line, even if you had the seventh-level cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Realm, if the cultivation of the spirit demon was not in the Mixed Yuan Realm, it would not be able to use it.

Of course, this is just a theory.

To know. The purity of the soul is a reflection of its own qualifications.

Wu Yunwolf is a pseudo-emperor soul, which also shows that with the same amount of time for cultivation, the improvement he has obtained from his cultivation is ten or even a hundred times that of others, and there is no comparison at all.

Not surprisingly, the first place in this competition can only be Wu Yunwolf.

Therefore, what most of the clansmen really care about is the ranking under the first place, if they can win the second place, the resources they get will not be much worse than Wu Yunwolf.

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Moyun Mountains.

Under the thousand pinnacles, a young clansman was bored guarding the mountain pass, sitting on the broken stone and yawning a few times.

This pale-faced gray-clothed young man was a little overindulged yesterday, and today he was called up early to guard the door, and he was a little fluttering even when he walked.

He looked tired, his mouth was wide open, and he kept yawning.

Even if there was a vague shadow riding in the distance, he only thought that he was too sleepy and hallucinating.

But when the shadow became clearer and clearer, and even jumped down and walked in front of him, he was a little frightened, and the tiredness that was almost condensed into substance dissipated in an instant.

When his gaze shifted to the face of the person in front of him, the gray-clothed young man had a black and white impermanence expression, and his mouth was halfway open, but he could no longer close it back.

Like, the jaw is dislocated.