Hearing this, the injured middle-aged man over there couldn't help but tremble, he robbed a few people who couldn't be provoked in the Northern Wilderness, and he was simply tired of it.

Wu Meng stiffened his body: "Not bad!"

The handsome man's face was slightly gloomy, and the water of the Sword Sect was very deep, and the masters were like clouds, and its roots were the first overlords of the Holy Land, and a little someone dared to recruit its edge, and finally migrated to the Northern Wilderness for some reason, and it was hundreds of years to stay, as if it was going to take root in the Northern Wilderness. Some people say that the Sword Sect knew that it was about to end, and the general trend had gone, so they migrated to the Northern Wilderness, and it was good to be the overlord of one side, so that the inheritance would not be broken in the Holy Land after the end of the scene;

"Since you are a disciple of the Sword Sect, as long as you hand over the strange treasure, I, Nanshan Qi, will let you go and avenge you!"

Wu Meng shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't!"

Nanshan Qi narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that I have to take it myself!"

When the words fell, he slowly raised the jade flute in his hand and put it in front of his lips.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man yelled, "No, ......" and stepped out, quickly fleeing into the distance.

However, it was already late, and the sound of Nanshan Qi's flute had already sounded, and I saw that this person's face was blank, he stopped, turned around, walked back slowly, and stood three feet beside Nanshan Qi.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute changed abruptly, and I saw that the middle-aged man suddenly picked up the knife in his hand and slashed at his head from the side.

With a knife crossing, the head and body of the big man were separated, and the qi and blood spilled five meters away, and the head and body fell to the ground at the same time, making a faint sound.

Nanshan Qi looked at Wu Meng again: "You are asking the disciple of the Sword Sect, I wouldn't want to deal with you with such means, hand over the treasure, and spare your life!"

Wu Meng's face was very calm, there was no fear in his eyes, but he still shook his head and said, "Impossible!"

"Then don't blame this son for being welcome!" Holding the jade flute, a beautiful flute sound came out, the timbre was clear and far-reaching, and the ears couldn't help but be quiet, washing away the vulgarity in the heart, and fading away the murderous spirit in the heart.

Its melody seems to be a breeze caressing, causing pine waves to burst into waves, and its sound is high and low, sometimes like gurgling water, sometimes like a breeze blowing bells.

The sound of the flute quickly penetrated into Wu Meng's consciousness, and everything in front of Wu Meng's eyes changed, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and the atmosphere was new.

One voice:

Kid, you're tired, it's time for you to rest!

Let go of the burden in your heart, let go of hatred, let go of those sinful things.

Let's rest...... Let's rest......

Then I'll call you Big Meng...... Don't worry, Brother Meng, I'll find a physical cultivation method for you in the future......

Wu Meng's eyelids that he wanted to pull down suddenly opened, and he said in a harmonious voice: "Ah Chen's revenge has not been avenged, tell me how to let it go!"

He came to his senses in an instant, but he was taken into another scene.

It is a harmonious village, with forty or fifty families rising and falling, and the laughter and laughter of the village can be heard from afar.

This is the village of the samurai, the village where Wu Meng was born.

There was a sound of killing, and the horse's hooves trampled away, this is the mountain

The thieves, the notorious bandits, saw them enter the village and kill one by one.

Wu Meng's eyes were blood-red, and he shouted loudly: "No!"

watched the familiar faces fall to the ground, but he could only watch unable to move, his heart was like a knife, and he was in pain.

A faceless bandit leader's bloody knife was across a woman's neck, and the bloody knife had cut through the cortex of the old woman's neck, and blood was pouring out.

Wu Meng yelled: "Mother~!" The divine consciousness was struggling, but the body was unable to move.

"Meng'er, save my mother...... Meng'er, save your mother......" the woman cried out for help.

This cry for help made Wu Meng's heart even more defenseless, and the leader of the faceless bandits made a voice:

"Hand over the strange treasure, you can let your mother die, otherwise you will be killed!"

Wu Meng's eyes were red and he said, "Whatever you want, come and get it, I'll ......"

Suddenly, a belief rose in Wu Meng's heart, his master was invincible, and his senior brother was also a strong person, and the village turned under the umbrella of the Sword Sect, how could he be done by the bandits at will, and he realized in his heart that all this is a fantasy, and all this is nothingness.

Wu Meng closed his eyes slightly, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, opened his eyes, and shouted: "Break it for me!"

All the pictures dissipated one by one, and the scenery of the Xuanwu Mountains was restored in front of me again, and not far in front of him was the Nanshan Qi.

Nanshan Qi said: "You are very good, really good, you can resist my trick of '** chaotic breaking', you are invincible in the innate realm!"

At this moment, Wu Meng's body was able to move, his body recovered, he twisted his stiff neck, raised his head to look at Nanshan Qi, his eyes were blood-red, and Sen Leng said: "You shouldn't have threatened me with my mother, even if it's just in an illusion!"

In the strong body, there was a roar like a tiger's roar.

Nanshan Qi suddenly prepared for battle, and couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, as if he would be torn to pieces by the fierce beast in front of him, and then settled down, this is just a true five-fold martial artist, even if he comprehends the 'potential' and 'meaning', what about the power of the tiger.

But he didn't know that the body cultivation in front of him was completely unusual, double potential and double strength, thinking that although there was really a real body fivefold, but its strength was already ninety, which was worse than the true body nine on the **, but the combat power would definitely not be weaker than the real body nine.

Nanshan Qi picked up the jade flute again and played it, this time the tune was completely different from before, the pitch was very high, and sharp, the strange thing was that the flute sound was like the drums of the dongdong, and the killing atmosphere was very heavy.

As Nan Shanqi's fingers continued to press, a trace of blue and holy Xuan power flowed out of the jade flute, turning into countless water cold sword blades, and pounced on Wu Meng.

This is the horror of the musician, who disturbs the soul of the enemy with his voice, controls his consciousness, and attacks the enemy with his martial arts.

Blood Tiger Venerable, Xuan Niu Power!

Wu Meng's eyes were full of blood, ninety form force blessings, this time it was not a killing momentum, but the intention of killing, Wu Meng was in anger, comprehended the intention of killing, the half-step killing intent has been completed, and he broke out with all his strength, the fourth move of the Tiger Fist: Blood Tiger Roaring Sky!

Feeling the coercion of the martial arts, the majestic strength made De Nanshan Qi's face change drastically, without blood, this pressure is comparable to the breath of the general great sage, dangerous, very dangerous, he seemed to see his body disappear under this punch, and silently thought in his heart, a mysterious yellow energy spread from the dantian, this is the life-saving trick given to him by the elders of the Yin Sect, according to his thoughts, he should not need it, how do he know that he has to use it so soon

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"Give me death...... Dead ......" Wu Meng strode out and ran away, only the Nanshan Qi five or six zhang away in his eyes.

Under the rain of cold swords, a blood-colored tiger ran wildly, and if the blades were transformed, they would shatter and dissipate when they touched the blood tiger. Nanshan Qi's martial arts are like decorations under the fierce galloping.

Wu Meng's fist slammed into the yellow shield on Nanshan Qi's body, and there was an earth-shattering roar, and the force of the collision pulled the ground out of several terrifying cracks.

Nanshan Qi in the yellow shield turned pale, this was frightened, through this protective shell, he could feel it very clearly, his scalp couldn't help but tingle, worried that the yellow shield could not withstand Wu Meng's punch, but Wu Meng's punch was really brave, but this shield was also very strong, it could withstand the attack of the Holy Peak, and Wu Meng's attack was not enough to break it.

However, under this punch, Nanshan Qi was thrown nearly thirty zhang away, and finally left a mark on a thousand-year-old tree before being stopped.

Coming down from the trunk, Nan Shanqi did not hesitate, took out an iron ball from the storage bag, threw it violently, and turned to flee without any trace of grace.

The iron ball recognized the distance of ten zhang, landed, and an explosion exploded into the sky, filling the sky with smoke and dust, and its power did not have to be weak with the full strength of the martial artist of the Mixed Yuan Realm, he was afraid that Wu Meng would chase him, so he threw out a Jiexuan ball, hindering Wu Meng's footsteps.

The so-called Jiexuanqiu is made of a kind of mutually exclusive berserk Xuanshi, which is generally made of water Xuanshi and fire Xuanshi, and there is a layer of medium separated in the middle of the manufacturing, and when it is released, it only needs to mix the two furious Xuanshi, but the power is only the power of the Mixed Yuan Realm at most, and there are generally few people who waste it like this, this berserk Xuanshi can also be used for cultivation, and few people use it for such a waste.

Wu Meng was indeed going to pursue again, but was stopped by this 'Jie Xuanqiu', so he had to let this Nanshan Qi escape, and said angrily: "Next time, I, Wu Meng, will take your head!" As for Yinzong, Wu Meng didn't think about it, he and Benchen and the others had seen a lot of strong people during this time, and each of them could pinch him to death at will, what does it matter if there is one more or less.

And the martial artists who heard the sound of fighting around them were also far away at this moment, their lives were at stake, and they trembled in their hearts: Is this the true body realm? This is completely the power that only the masters of the Holy Realm can have.

Wu Meng cleaned up the mess and embarked on the journey again......

In the cave, Benchen was still lying motionless, the whole person was blurry, and his breath was still very weak, but fortunately, half of the energy in the pit in the cave had not been taken away, and the black wolf took it and put it on Benchen's body, and he had some absorption and recovery.

Xuanyuan Sword: "Do you feel it?"

Haotian Tower: "It should be the awakening of the Wild Ancestor's bloodline, and I was felt a trace of qi and was locked!"

Shenlong Ding: "So I want to borrow the auspicious rays from the sky and kill him!"

Xuanyuan Sword: "It's a catastrophe and a chance, right, Shenlong!"

Haotian Tower: "Now it is the second use of the medicinal liquid, Nirvana comes out, and the Holy Realm will be completed, and those gods can only backfire this time!"

Shennong Ding: "When his body recovers, you can use it for him!"

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