There are countless figures dyed with dark ancient blood shaking in front of him, and under the feet of the young man are overlapping blood-colored whirlpools, countless strange and gorgeous peerless pictures, the ancient collapse, the stars are destroyed, and the heaven-like great sage can command the life and death of all people in one word.

Li Tu only felt that his skull was about to explode, and those mottled and chaotic pictures were destroying his spiritual world with all their might.

"What the hell is this? How have I ever seen such a marvelous picture? ”

Li Tu shouted half crazy and half obsessed, his heart full of horror.

Perhaps, the methods of the Yin Tomb Messenger stirred up his heart

Suddenly, his eyes were completely filled with an indescribable object.

It was a terrifying, beast-covered palm, it tore the sky and the earth, almost bursting the whole world, and it strangled Li Tu fiercely.

Endless black shadows wrapped around the boy's body, and psychedelic things covered his soul.

"O child of the wilderness, all of this is your own fate. How many eras have passed, and finally we are about to usher in a new life. ”

Those bits and pieces of light and shadow were exceptionally soft, and countless compassionate eyes silently watched Li Tu.

"Who are you?"

The young Li Tu suddenly felt very sad, as if his life would make countless people pay a huge price because of it.

It was as if the Great King was waiting to return to the throne, and thousands of hands were waving for him.

What is fate?

It is a person's destiny from the day he was born, even if he tries his best to resist, he is helpless.

And the old enemy that belonged to him was waiting for him on the other side of the world as early as that moment.

……

……

"Hey, hey, wake up, you're not going to die, are you?"

With an anxious and crisp shout, Li Tu suddenly opened his pupils.

What caught her eye was a delicate girl, with long black hair coiled around her delicate and slender neck, and a strand of messy hair on her forehead stubbornly curled, adding a bit of coquettishness, and her figure was exquisitely undulating.

"Who are you?" Li Tu's eyes were full of animal-like alertness.

An Ruxiu, the saint of the Wu clan, looked at this vigilant and clean young man, and finally exhaled lightly, patted her chest, and sighed, "Fortunately, you are still alive, you have not woken up, and the breath in your body is extremely unstable, I almost thought that I was a step too late." It's good that you're alive, otherwise, I'm afraid everything will fall short. ”

The eyes of the two met, one side was as clear as water, and the other was as bright as a flower.

The boy is tall and tall, and he is the moment when a teenager grows into a man, he is a teenager, he has not been bent over by the responsibility of the world, and he still has dreams.

The girl on the opposite side has a gorgeous posture, and the style between her eyebrows and eyes is moving.

"We're fellow travelers."

Under the gentle sun, the maiden of the witch clan smiled like a flower.

I don't know when, the girl took Li Tu and Murong Lan away from the dark clouds, the thunder was rolling, the demon clan holy mountain was full of oppressive breath, and now this is the real world, the outside world of the Great Wall of Justice.

"Let's get to know, I'm An Ruxiu, the future holy son of the Wu clan, fate guides us, destined to work together, it doesn't matter if we are not familiar with it now, maybe in the near future, between you and me, fight side by side, and kill the enemy together."

Looking at the girl's outstretched palm, Li Tu was stunned, and then raised his arm and gently touched the palm.

"Long time no see." He whispered in his heart.

It's as if a long time ago, and he has the face of a girl in his memory.

The two once fought the world together and ascended to the throne of the Wu clan together.

At their feet, all the ministers are tamed!

"What are you doing? Who are you? Murong Lan woke up slowly, and was not surprised to find that he was now intact.

Finally, she believed in her hexagram again, and couldn't help but sigh at the mystery of the heavenly machine.

However, those who rely on the heavenly machine will one day be killed by the heavenly machine!

This is, fate!

"I am the Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan, I saved you, Daomen Heavenly Machine Master, maybe you and the Holy Son of my clan are partners, I hope you can help him regain his divine position."

Facing outsiders who were not Li Tu, An Ruxiu's expression became light and light, without a trace of ups and downs.

"Well, I'll go with the flow anyway." Murong Lan pouted and said indifferently.

……

The barbarian golden horde, the savage skull-like throne, the huge armor, the man sitting in the smoke of gunpowder, the gold-like luxury utensils, all of them exude the barbaric atmosphere, and the barbarian girls dressed in gorgeous clothes, their delicate waists are unbearable.

The wind stopped, and gradually the fog filled with blood, obscuring all the blood.

Ten men riding tall horses, covered in armor, did not make a sound, except for the majesty of the king of the world, only the cold blood aura remained.

The young scouts and women looked up at the ten kings of the barbarian race, and they all felt timid.

These horses have smooth black satin-like hair, mighty horses, thunder and lightning spewed from their nostrils, and their heads are covered with skull-like iron armor.

However, they had a fiery temper, but they were obediently tamed by the Ten Kings.

Da-da-da-da!

There was a heavy sound of horses' hooves, and an even more handsome Pegasus came in high spirits, its owner shrouded in smoke.

The owner of the horse has the aura of a hegemon that none of the ten kings can match, that is a dignified overlord, empty-eyed, invincible, crowning the whole world, no one can disobey the majesty of the overlord.

The barbarian monarch sitting on it is as mighty as a god descending from heaven.

His eyes were empty:

"Don't be afraid of a war!"

"The storm is always there!" The kings replied in a low voice, and a stormy storm instantly covered all this.

This is the war horn of the Wu barbarians, symbolizing the determination and courage of the samurai, and they are indomitable.

"Overlord, according to the news from the Holy Maiden of our clan, she has found the Holy Son, as long as the two join forces, how many years of long-cherished wishes, how many years of great cause, can be successful." The Shadow Barbarian spoke up, leading the saddle and blending into the shadows, making it easy to ignore him.

Although he was the most inconspicuous of the ten barbarian kings, no one dared to ignore him, and he shot like thunder, killing a king with the vicious methods of a night killer, and that weak body contained a palpitating energy.

The Great Monarch has a calm face and the majesty of a human emperor.

He was once the overlord of the North Sea, and now he is the master of this land, and is admired and worshiped by thousands of people.

What if the saint confessed? If I don't admit it, it's all for nothing. The overlord of 10,000 enemies let out cruel words.

"Yes, the Wu Barbarians have retired for many years, and they have long lost their fame, everything is buried in the depths of the years, if you want the world to remember the strictness of being ruled by the Wu Barbarians, then only by re-burning the iron and fire, those human races, those demon clans' bloodline memories, will slowly recall." The Fire Barbarian King roared.

The overlord's gaze was calm, and he rode first, standing alone on the top of the cliff, shrouded in night.

The overlord stared at the Great Wall of Justice outside the top of the mountain, as if he wanted to see the world of the human race, where the doors were closed and closed, the buildings were connected, the fairy boats were lined up, all kinds of luxurious brocade silks, dreams of Kyushu, love and hatred, bonds, laughter and laughter, and there was the center of the world.

Every king in the world wants to be there.

"If the human race loses its deer, the world will chase it away." The Maharaja dropped the words that meant something incomprehensible.

The Ten Kings behind him stood safely.

If the king is a lion, then the maharaja is the lion king, who rules everything and commands the world.

It seems out of place in the world.

This is the world of kings and overlords, no one can know what they are thinking in their hearts, unpredictable, this may be the dynasty and the country, or it may be the tears of youth.

……

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, the moon is like a hook, and the wolf smoke is like fire.

This is the chaos and ups and downs of the world.

Here it comes

The world is up and down.

No matter how many years have passed, no matter how magnificent the imperial industry is, it can't compete with the ups and downs of the world, and no matter how glorious the lintel is, it can't resist the erosion of the years.

The wind rises and the fog clears.

An ordinary boy carried a dead knife on his back and silently climbed towards the top of the mountain.

The lonely eyes of the overlords and kings silently stared at the quaint young man, who was struggling.

That's the king, that's the overlord.

The young man's side was followed by two women.

One of them, a delicate girl in a tattered robe, had a face hidden in a mysterious and extraordinary smoke, and her eyebrows were like green mountains.

The other is naturally the Holy Maiden, who is wrapped in a splendid costume and is a god who is believed in by the people of the Wu Clan.

It's a big deal.

It is related to the life and death of the Wu clan.

Ever since the young man's figure arrived, there had been a dead silence on the top of the mountain.

Giggles, a charming and delicate laugh suddenly sounded, breaking the solemn and ancient atmosphere.

This is the Demon Barbarian King among the Ten Kings, and she is the only woman.

She was wearing a splendid red robe, with a thin waist and pink legs, she covered her seductive lips, and smiled coquettishly, as if she was stunning in the country.

The smooth shoulders of the demon barbarian girl were slightly exposed to a pink halo, and she was shrouded in gorgeous costumes, giving people a sense of luxury and grandeur.

"What a handsome human boy, he is handsome, seeing him, the slave family believes in the handsomeness of the white-clothed lady in those words recorded in the book, tsk, I don't know how many demon girls will be fascinated by his arrival, if His Royal Highness the Holy Son comes to the slave family's big tent, those amorous witches will be obsessed with him."

The most explosive temper of the Fire Barbarian King said bluntly, "This, this is not in line with the rules and etiquette of the Wu Clan at all!" There is no reason at all, how can a young man take on a great responsibility without the bloodline of the two clans? ”

"Shall we bow down to a human in the future? It turns out that God's instructions are so stupid, so why not obey them? The other king mocked slightly, "If I win the world in the future, I will still be ridiculed by the people of the world, and kneel a human being as a witch god, what kind of system will this be?" ”

"Shut up, don't underestimate anyone." The overlord's eyes were still cold and cold, and no one could guess what was going on in his heart.

"Anyway, this is our last witch god."

Hearing the overlord say this, the demeanor of the ten kings was different, some secretly rejoiced, some were in love, some were depressed, and some were resentful and vicious.

The boy climbed to the top of the mountain, and his dark pupils looked at the king and the overlord sitting on top of Gao Jun.

Even from this point of view, the overlord is looking down on the boy.

It was on this night that the monarch who killed a barbarian overlord from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses with a slave who raised horses met the destined young man.

The young warrior calmly looked at the overlord, his dark eyes were unfathomable, as calm as an ancient pool.

"Don't let the Holy Son dismount him as soon as he comes, is this the hospitality of your barbarians? Maharaja, remember the sacrifices we once performed under the watchful eye of the god of the witch clan, making a covenant that we could not break for the rest of our lives? What are you doing here? An Ruxiu was puffing up, she said clearly, her face was a little unhappy.

The overlord groaned for a long time, and finally slowly spoke, the sound was like a bell, and the awe-inspiring majesty was like a lion in the grassland.

"Even if you pass the test, it doesn't mean that he can also enter my eyes, take me a knife, I can respect you as the Holy Son, otherwise, you are a human coward, quickly go back to your gentle country, this is a place where only the brave and warriors can come, you are not worthy."

This kind of unkind words directly angered An Ruxiu, she jumped like thunder, and there was a little lion in her eyes.

"You, you bullshit kings, arrogant, don't keep any credit at all, how do you want me to trust you anymore?" The saint was so angry that she felt that things were going for good.

The young man didn't care much about the identity of the Holy Son of the Wu Clan, and if he hadn't been deceived, he wouldn't have come here.

But what's going on with the trouble now!?

It's going to drive the teenager away.

Although, the saint An Ruxiu's heart also vaguely wants to see if Li Tu has this ability, but at this juncture, people will really leave.

This is pushing him into a corner.

How strong is the strength of the Great Monarch, it is said that even the powerful ancient demon lord does not dare, his sword, who can catch it in the whole world?

Anyway, that's definitely not something that the current teenager can resist!

And the kings of the ten kings were just sneering silently, not saying a word, as if they were watching a playful clown.

Even the amorous demon girl was looking at Li Tu with a smile, and her eyes as clear as water were meaningful.

Among the barbarians, martial arts are born, and every barbarian believes in force, and the weak can only kneel down and submit.

Seeing that the young man did not speak for a long time, bursts of cold and piercing laughter suddenly sounded.

Even Murong Lan was a little angry, she thought to herself, these witches are really too bullying, Li Tu and I don't want to be your guests so much, how can there be such a difficult and ridiculous person?

The young man's dark eyes were like a spring under the moon, and suddenly, he looked at the kings, smiled, and promised:

"Okay, but a sword insults the dignity of a samurai, I choose to challenge the Maharaja, life and death, is it okay?"

A flat voice sounded from Li Tu's mouth.

However, these words made the proud kings extremely frightened.

If they heard it right, this determined nether boy seemed to be challenging the majesty of a generation of barbarian overlords.

After two hundred and forty years, he swept the North Sea from a slave who raised horses and a man who had nothing, unified the barren grasslands, and kept the chaotic witches in order.

Two hundred and forty years of gunsmoke, countless human beings who tried to challenge the majesty of the Great Monarch's overlord have died.

Now, a teenager is going to challenge for the throne.

What wishful thinking!

The louder and louder shrill laughter sounded, as if mocking the young man's indiscretion, and also lamenting that the young man's confidence was really insufficient, not old and cunning enough, and a little words from others could stimulate his extremely pitiful and humble self-esteem.

"What is he talking about? Is he here to be funny? ”

"Courage is commendable, the Maharaja hasn't faced such a challenge for a long time, but unfortunately, it's just a lion fighting a rabbit, and there is no need to consume breath at all."

"Look at his small body, I can completely tear him apart with one punch, who wouldn't say big things, anyone can have a brute bravery, but absolute eternal power is not so easy to obtain."

"He is too self-conscious, I hope the Maharaja can forgive him, and when the boy grows up slowly, he will be a powerful and brave general."

……

Facing the noisy voice of the king, Li Tu was unmoved.

Murong Lan knew that Li Tu was at this moment, and she had already made up her mind.

The shrine maiden opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound, and she sighed, and could only let the farce continue. She looked at Yue Rugou in the distance with vacant eyes, and suddenly didn't know whether the choice to bring Li Tu here was right or wrong.

The overlord of the barbarian race was also enraged by the human boy's arrogant words, and he opened his murderous pupils and stared at Li Tu with deep meaning.

"Since you choose to die, then come."

This is a fateful encounter.

An ordinary boy from the mortal world drew a death knife, and opposite him was the peerless overlord.

"Kill!"

Li Tu jumped like a lion, regardless of all this, and seemed to have the courage and strength of a lion.

"What similar eyes, really similar to what I was back then!"

This battle was recorded in the history of the witch barbarians, and many years later, it is still circulated by countless people, which is a heroic epic.

It was also from the moment when the boy raised his knife and swung it at the overlord that the real prelude to the troubled times was completely opened, and the raging and boiling ancient darkness was revived, and they were about to reign in the flood again!

No one knew that these two parties, fifty years later, would have a fateful duel.

The young samurai will eventually reign in the world.

The chaotic sword light and sword shadow, the violent and fierce momentum, the desperate bravery, the fragile body, the power of the witch ancestor who is as strong as a god.

The moment Li Tu picked up the knife, he was slowly resurrecting, and the eyes in his body could shake the peerless power of the desolate world, gradually revealing his hideous fangs to the world.

The fight begins!

……

"This is the momentum of the king, enough to compete with the gods, this, even if it is a former martial god, it is not an exaggeration, we are all wrong, he is a real brave." For the first time, the most arrogant and empty-eyed Fire Barbarian King lowered his head, his gaze calm and indifferent.

"yes." Every king spared no effort in praising him.

"But he's going to die, should we stop him? Such a handsome young man died alone in the Poisonous Mountain, how lonely it would be. The demon barbarian girl said with some reluctance.

"Who else can do it? The moment the Valkyrie lifted the sword, no one could drink to stop him unless he killed the enemy. If you snatch the sword from him now, he will destroy the only spirit spirit, and he will die. The oldest Mu Wuman, the king who witnessed countless storms, said very wisely, "Since the moment the young martial god raised the sword, no one can stop him. ”

All the kings were silent, and a trace of remorse slowly crept into their hearts.

The Witch Holy Maiden scolded angrily, "You're all feeling better now, huh? Still not convinced by my vision? I feel very sad now, but unfortunately, that doomed thing is irreparable. ”

Everyone has their own way of living.

Some people are born kings, and some people are born at the bottom of the sludge, this is a desperate and unviolable fate!

Unless you choose to rebel against the fate of this place!

……

Knock knock, the thunderous sound of the sword that shook people's hearts, the young martial god was scarred, and his eyes slowly turned dead gray.

At the last moment when the dark clouds covered the blood-colored waning moon, Li Tu swung the most powerful sword in his life, and that sword amazed the world.

The young Valkyrie finally ran out and fell to the ground.

An Ruxiu let out a crisp scream, "Hurry up, Witch Doctor, Witch Doctor!" ”

Murong Lan quickly calculated the hexagram, she patted her undulating chest, and sighed, "Fortunately, the hexagram is peace and joy, Li Tu, you must not die, you will be a young martial god who will move the world in the future!" ”

The overlord of the barbarian tribes of the world silently stroked a bloody mark on his face carved like a knife and axe.

In the last stab of the young man, he unexpectedly wielded the aura of a martial god, forcibly injuring him, who was the overlord.

All the kings looked at the blood stain, but they were silent, and they didn't dare to speak.

The tenacity and courage of the young man were like immortal martial gods, and they made their faces crisp.

"Yes, from now on, he will be the holy son of my witch barbarians, and he will be bowed down by the people and respected by the king. If anyone dares to disobey, if he dares to commit an offense, ask me about the sword in my hand first. "The overlord has a wide robe with wide sleeves, and a dark coat is draped behind him.

The overlord dropped this sentence, calmed the uneasy barbarian blood in his body, and he rode the handsome horse king and walked down the mountain alone.

……

"Ahem, ahem." Li Tu, who was weak in blood, saw a young girl doctor looking at him in panic.

The girl's eyes were weak, like a lonely little beast, and she was endearing.

"He's awake, this boy is awake, he's such a monster, he's so badly injured, he can still wake up, this young man's temperament, I'm afraid he can compare to the king." The girl doctor said in surprise.

"Yes, Xiaoman, this young warrior also had a duel to the death with the Great Monarch, and his courage can only be compared to the Martial God of the Ancient Barbarian Clan." The demon barbarian girl who stayed on the side and watched said with a smile.

Xiao Man was taken aback, and covered his lips in disbelief, "Hey, just him, and the monarch had a duel?" Is that how his injuries came from? What a madman! ”

"Yes, our top ten kings have all looked away, who knew that his body contained such a lot of energy, no one could underestimate him."

"Who are you? Am I still alive? ”

"Holy Son, I am a physician of the Wu Barbarian Clan, and I will always be by your side in the future, your body is seriously injured, and I must take care of you at all times." Xiao Man said solemnly and respectfully, with a pious face.

Perhaps, this is the belief of the witches.

This group of people lived in the desolate and bitter cold land of the North Sea, which created their character fortitude, even women are not as good as outsiders.

"Okay." Li Tu nodded, stood up and leaned over to salute another woman as delicate as a flower, "Lord King." ”

"The Holy Son is polite, I hope that the Holy Son will not complain about the slave family, it was not that the slave family did not persuade him at the beginning, but that the will of the Great King could not be disobeyed, and he was the only one in the Golden Horde." The demon barbarian said delicately.

The eyes of this woman, dressed in a strong costume and wrapped in a ball of splendor, were full and hot, and her emotions were like the burning heat of fire, as if she wanted to completely melt people.

"It's okay, it's my own business, by the way, what about my companions?" Li Tu then asked in a low voice.

"Follow me, Son, and I will lead you." Xiao Man jumped up and down, "They are waiting in a hurry, for fear that you won't wake up like this." ”

After following the girl doctor to a luxurious golden tent, Li Tu saw the girl in the Taoist robe who was holding an ancient scroll and studying silently, after so many days of recuperation, her face was ruddy, less of the air of wandering, and more glamorous and moving, like a beautiful lady on the picture scroll of the fairy family, solemn and holy.

Her hair was unusually smooth and supple in the candle flame.

Next to Murong Lan, kneeling down were two ordinary-looking maids of the Wu Clan.

"Hey." Li Tu shouted softly.

After hearing the familiar voice, Murong Lanqiao's face was ecstatic, and she jumped and threw herself into Li Tu's arms.

The girl's elegant fragrance is refreshing and smells extraordinarily good.

"You finally woke up, Li Tu has been dying for so many days, if it weren't for the hexagram that showed that you would survive, I would have planned to go to the Holy Land of the Terran Race and ask some holy hands of the Terran Dao to help you." The girl in her arms complained in a low voice, like a complaint, like a cry.

"I'm going to be crushed to death by you." Li Tu panted.

Murong Lan let go of Li Tu, looked at the pale face of the young man in front of him suspiciously, and suddenly laughed and said, "After being injured, you have become so weak, Li Tu, with this lesson, I think you will dare to be strong in the future." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare." Li Tu hurriedly waved his hand, his face was bitter, and he said the most anxious thing in his heart.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"It's been half a year, hey." As Li Tu's companion, Murong Lan naturally knew what this young man was shouldering, and what he was worried about in his heart.

"Has it been half a year? It's not too late, I'm going to the Demon Clan's Holy Mountain, I'm going to find the Heavenly Coffin, and resurrect Lin Shanshan. Li Tu's eyes were firm.

He is such a person, as long as he identifies something, then he still has no regrets!

Murong Lan looked at her with tears in her eyes, and said angrily, "You don't want to die, you are still hanging on now, you may still have a chance in your heyday, but if you go to the Demon Mountain alone now, you will really die a miserable death, and no one will even collect the corpse for you, that is the real despair." ”

Li Tu was dumbfounded, and there was silence for a while.

Oh, yes.

He's going to die!

What is death? It's a hand that can no longer be held, it's a desolate eternal secret, it's a vastness of life and death!

"However, I can't let go, my heart will never be at peace." Li Tu raised his head and said, his indifferent eyes were moved, reflecting the warm firelight.

Xiaoman didn't know what the Holy Son was doing with his companions, what major events of life and death were too obscure for a simple girl who had nothing to do.

The only thing this little doctor could understand was the fiery emotion in the eyes of the Holy Son, as if he was about to burn the world, and it was as firm as a martial god.

"Hey, you're just a stunned young man, we can choose someone else." Murong Lan said in a tone of hatred that iron is not made of steel, "Have you forgotten? You are now the Holy Son of the Wu Clan, and you are already a big man who can command a group of heroes, as long as you have trouble in your heart, everyone in the Wu Barbarian Clan can solve your worries, even the arrogant and domineering Lord will consider your affairs. ”

"You say yes, right? Doctor Xiaoman. The girl in the robe looked at her with a smile.

"Yes!" Xiao Man's cute voice shouted.

"That'...... Well, so be it. Li Tu nodded hesitantly.

He prefers to trust in the power of his hands more than others.

The majestic golden tent of the barbarians, that is where the king and the holy maiden are located, at this time a grand banquet like flowing clouds is being held, the dazzling stunning barbarian girl is swaying, like thousands of blooming flowers, between a smile and a smile, are the moving and stunning style.

Many people were dressed in costumes, and every Wi elder laughed heartily.

This seems to be a prosperous era that has not been seen in a thousand years!

"Holy Son, is our hospitality okay? Why do you keep looking sullen? The Maharaja hugged the stunning color left and right, and laughed heartily.

"This grand banquet is for you alone, in order to celebrate your awakening, you will shout the coming of God."

Li Tu smiled bitterly and said with some restraint, "Dajun, I am very happy and very afraid, this grand event is really good, I am afraid that the name of my holy son is not worthy of the name." ”

The boy is indeed not suitable for such a grand and welcoming occasion, he is incompatible with it, he likes to sit quietly alone, like an unruly lone wolf, and an ancient martial god!

On the contrary, it was Murong Lan, who was wearing a gorgeous barbarian beast skirt, raising a glass and drinking with a group of pretty witch girls, her face was ruddy, her brown eyes were extraordinarily crystalline, and she was full of peach blossom-like style, which made many barbarian warriors want to move in their hearts.

She was very open, and even danced in style, as if she had forgotten the important matter discussed with Li Tu.

"Sure enough, I just can't rely on her." Li Tu looked at Murong Lan speechlessly, a little disappointed.

One by one, the elders of the barbarian clan wanted to come to toast and pay their respects to him, the holy son of the witch clan.

In the face of that kind of flattering polite words, Li Tu's head was too big, so he could only drink hard.

It was the saint An Ruxiu, who silently watched the overwhelmed girl in the dark with worry, and sometimes covered her lips and smiled softly.

"I didn't expect such a person to be watched by Wu Zu, of course, it can only be such a person." She said something meaningful.

"That, Maharaja, there is one thing I need the help of the Wu Barbarian Clan, and this is why I chose to become the Holy Son in the first place." Li Tu found an opportunity and could finally confide in his bitterness.

"Holy Son, but it doesn't hurt to say it, in fact, I have long seen that the Holy Son is a little uneasy, and he must have something hidden in his heart." The Maharaja said with a clear heart, "If the Holy Son has any problems, he can say it, and I, the Wu Barbarians, will do my best to complete it." ”

Li Tu sighed, "I think, lead the ten barbarian tribes to attack the Demon Mountain, if you can, kill the ancient demon lord and snatch its mysterious heavenly coffin with the power of resurrection......"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked!

Everyone heard Sen Ran's murderous intent from Li Tu's mouth.

What arrogant words!

The demon clan is powerful and known to the world!

However, it takes a great deal of determination and courage to challenge them at such a critical juncture, but it is not something that a Holy Son can call the shots!

The Maharaja's ridiculous expression stiffened slightly, and he said helplessly, "Holy Son, do you know what you are talking about?" ”

"That's right, that's it, don't be timid, don't be shocked by what I say, it's not a fantasy, if we want to dominate the flood, we must have a fierce battle with the demon clan, in this case, why cower? I know that among the barbarians, they worship the blood and martial spirit that destroys the world and destroys the world. Li Tu's voice was sonorous and powerful, and the words were correct and round.

It seems that although the distant sound of the piano is old, its sound is eternal.

"Don't all the kings, warriors, and overlords here have ambitions in their hearts? Why are you retreating here? Looking from this poisonous mountain, the north is the land of the demon race, and the prosperity of the human race in the south, if you have the ambition to dominate the world, if you have a dynasty and a country in your dreams, you should know one thing, time is not waiting for me! ”

"Time is precious! If everyone is unwilling, then the blood and the will of bravery are smoothed out, how can we say the sentence of the blood of the brave man who will never be worthy of our ancestors? ”

After Li Tu finished speaking, he immediately drank the wine in the cup, and he smashed the wine glass to the ground.

The audience was silent in Li Tu's roar, as if the words had evoked the blood of their clan's bravery!

"The flood is very big, but the years are merciless, and we will eventually pass irretrievably. In that case, why not fight and die? Holy Son, these resounding words of yours have indeed aroused my ambition and ambition, look at what I am doing now, indulge in wine, ambition has long been smoothed! ”

"Time is limited, and I don't know when I'm going to lose my head, so why not be reckless? First take down the demon clan, then rule over the human race, and finally dominate the flood famine, isn't this my long-cherished wish and determination to accomplish when I was young? These words are really deafening, how can I do this? "The Maharaja smashed the wine glass.

And so the kings became.

"Okay, in a few days, the Wu Barbarian army, we have prepared the military peak for many days, and it is time for our old enemy Demon Clan to take a look, our Wu Man's bravery is engraved in the bones and integrated into the bloodline!"

"I became the overlord of the North Sea with my long sword and mad blood! How can I be depressed and dwell under men for a long time? Kill! Destroy the demon clan! The Maharaja drew his long knife and roared.

Countless wolf-like barbarians also drew their swords one after another, and the sonorous sound of blood stirred the heavens and the earth.

"The old history has come to an end, and this will be a new era!"

An Ruxiu silently looked at the young man standing in the middle of the firelight, surrounded by wolves, and said silently, "This is what the Holy Son should look like." ”

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The 110,000 barbarian iron horsemen slowly advanced into the legendary Forbidden Land Demon Mountain, like a flaming blade, driving straight in, destroying everything.

Countless demon clans who were sleeping and cultivating felt the shock of the earth, and the sound of Shen Xiong's horse's hooves seemed to come from outside the sky, and the piercing cold sounded, and the fear in the depths of the blood suddenly appeared.

This is the breath of the witch barbarian!

This clan has had a grudge with the demon clan for countless eras!

110,000 iron horsemen, under the leadership of the two barbarian kings, were invincible, and everything turned to powder wherever the blade pointed.

Those huge and terrifying monsters were still asleep, and they were hunted to death.

In the face of such an attack, countless demon clan kings felt it, and they all became thunderous and angry, but there was nothing they could do.

Demon clan, holy mountain, ancient blood pool of ten thousand burials.

The body of the ancient demon lord was buried in the depths of the blood pool, absorbing the majestic blood power from all sides of heaven and earth, and dozens of kings of the demon clan stood indifferently, like one cold and immovable sculpture after another.

A dragon-faced and tiger-like demon king said in disbelief, "The holy mountain is suffering an unprecedented impact, countless barbarian cavalry regiments have turned into arrogant black tides, pouring in here with all their might, the hidden martial god bloodline of the witch barbarians is being revived, and the blood of the brave will finally crush the souls of the defeated!" ”

"Quickly call the sleeping demon and go to meet the enemy, the witch barbarian clan is not good this time, and almost the whole clan has been dispatched. The overlord who dominated the North Sea finally revealed his wolf ambitions, he wanted to take down the demon race, destroy the human race, and achieve a period of immortality! "From the depths of the blood pool, the cold voice of the ancient demon lord came from.

"This must not be allowed to happen." A headless terrifying demon corpse clenched his fists tightly, "Only the demon clan and the human race can compete for the luck of the wilderness, and the witch barbarian clan is not very worthy!" ”

"yes!"

In the face of the violent onslaught of the Black Tide, the bloodthirsty demon clan quickly formed one powerful counterattack after another.

However, as the overlord of the flood wilderness, the Maharaja does what he says, he leads the most elite of the Wu Barbarian Clan, the Red Armor Celestial Cavalry, which is closest to the power of the gods, ready to attack, wanting to smash the holy mountain of the Demon Clan from a difficult and dangerous place, like a divine soldier descending from the sky!

The overlord of troubled times has finally wielded his sword!