"Teacher Mondol...... What are you doing......

Out of the wooden house came a delicate figure, looking thirteen or fourteen years old, the beautiful posture has not yet fully grown, but it is already very beautiful.

"Xiao Xin'er...... You go back to the house first, the teacher has something to do!"

Mondol frowned, looked back, smiled kindly, and with a wave of his hand, a gentle wind spread, and in an instant, Long Xin's body was wrapped and brought into the wooden house, and the wooden door "creaked" and then closed tightly, and countless emerald green vines climbed out of the ground, covering dozens of large and small wooden houses of the Sunmarsh tribe in the night.

Buzz –

A quiet, harmonious pale cyan glow enveloped the vine-clad tribal villages, as if they were cut off from the outside world.

After all this was done, Mondol turned his head slightly to the southwest again, and his old and cloudy eyes opened, and a picture of countless qi machines intertwined appeared in front of him, and in the southwest direction, there were two qi fluctuations as strong as beacon fire, getting closer and closer.

......

Two figures, one tall and one short, fell rapidly from the distance in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a "bang", and there were two deep pits on the ground.

"Oh...... This seems to be the domain of my tribe, this tribe...... It should also belong to my Wuzhi tribe!"

The immortal realm existence with an old face but a strong spirit Wu Xiu looked at the village of the Sunmarsh tribe that exuded a faint cyan halo in the night in the distance, and said with some surprise.

"Breath of Spirit...... There are noble mages in this tribe, but I don't know if it's one or two......"

Wu Kun frowned and sensed it, and said angrily with some surprise.

"Hmm...... It's very strange that there are spiritual cultivators who have never joined the Winter Altar, but they are lucky enough to get the spiritual cultivation method by chance, and then they have spirituality, so they are not absorbed by the altar......

Wu Xiu's voice was a little serious, and he continued: "However, it is also possible that it is the descendant of a certain archmage in the Winter Altar, the two of us should be cautious, don't be arrogant, so as not to provoke an existence that should not be provoked!"

So, the two of them restrained their breath a little and approached the Sunnuma tribe softly, but before the two of them could walk in, they saw an old man holding a bamboo tube slowly stepping out of the middle, his face was full of aging wrinkles, and his back was rickety.

"Mage ......"

Wu Xiu's face tightened, and he hurriedly bent down: "May I ask which existence of the Winter Altar is Your Excellency, in the Wuxiu tribe of the Lower Wuxiu, and next to him is the junior Wu Kun of the clan." My Wusburn tribe is friendly with the Winter Altar Kujue Archmage, I don't know if Your Excellency appears in the territory of my Wusburn tribe, what do you think?"

Although Wu Xiu was refining his physique day and night, he was not simple-minded, and he quickly went through the names and surnames of several three-eyed and four-eyed archmages in the Winter Altar in his mind, and asked a little respectfully.

On the other side, Wu Kun was a little suspicious and suspicious to visit the Sun Swamp tribe, a fierce color suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head to Wu Xiu and said a few words, and saw that the latter's face changed slightly.

"Your Excellency, this tribe is a subordinate of my Wuzhi tribe, how can it be sheltered by outsiders?

Although Wu Xiu is old and cautious, he is not a stupid person, seeing that the old man in front of him does not seem to have the intention of speaking, he has been blocking the way of the two, and finally spoke up.

"You two...... Quickly retreat!"

Mondol smacked his shriveled lips, raised his hand and threw away a large number of bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube in his hand, and a blue light spirit array was formed, enveloping the three of them in the head.

"Three-eyed...... No, it's the Four-Eyed Archmage!"

Wu Kun felt the breath in the air, only to feel that his soul was trembling, and he took a few steps back with Wu Xiu, glanced at each other in a panic, and the latter said respectfully: "Your Excellency, although I don't know which famous mage your Excellency is, but since Your Excellency has spoken, the two of us should give you face and retreat......

Saying that, Wu Xiu took the lead, and Wu Kun and the two of them took a few steps back, putting on a posture of leaving, and suddenly, the two of them jumped up from the spot with a bang, exuding two violent breaths like ancient demons, and two illusory red-eyed giant wolves appeared behind them from the night sky, roaring in the sky.

The scorching wolf, the ancient demon respected by the Wuzhi tribe, is said to be a terrifying demon in ancient times.

"Old thing, don't think we can't see that you don't have much longevity left, haha, how much can you exert your four-purpose strength now?"

Wu Kun laughed loudly, like a night owl, smashed down with a punch, like a mountain collapsing, the fierce fist wind blew the trees and plants in all directions to the ground, a large area of ground mixed with frost slag was lifted up, behind him, the illusory wolf was also fangs and claws, almost wanting to devour people.

On the other side, Wuxiu was one step behind, knocking on the earth with both palms, his five fingers were like pig iron poured, and he was buckled into the ground, his whole body was bruised, and the wolf roared behind him, and in an instant, he actually pulled up the ground in a radius of hundreds of meters, three inches above the surface.

Rumble!

At this moment, Desmondol stood unsteadily, and the cyan aura that shrouded the top of the three of them exploded with a "bang", and on the other side, the black fist wind blew his messy white hair one after another, revealing a poisonous snake totem on the dry skin of his neck that was as dry as orange peel.

"Totem Divine Text...... Damn, you're a remnant......"

In the distance, Wu Xiu took this scene into his eyes, and suddenly lost his voice, and his face changed sharply.

In the air, two scorching wolf phantoms rippled at the same time, and at the same time, a hideous snake phantom with eight legs and a protruding horn condensed in mid-air, instantly condensed into something, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed it towards the black kun that was blasted in front of him.

"Ying Viper—"

The eight-legged snake agitated in its abdomen, making bursts of loud noises, flying sand and stones, and shaking hundreds of miles.

The scorching wolf phantom behind Wu Kun disappeared in an instant, and as soon as his whole qi was suddenly relaxed, he was swallowed into his stomach by an eight-legged snake that was hundreds of meters long, and let out a strange chirp again.

"Ying Viper—"

Wu Xiu took this scene into his eyes, and the blood on his face gradually faded, replaced by an endless whiteness.

"The remnants of the remnants of the clan will not die well, haha, you wait, the Winter Altar will definitely wipe out your clan!"

Seeing the eight-legged snake with the sound of "Ying Viper" in its belly swimming in mid-air, its extended body occupying the air, and sealing off all its paths, Wu Xiu's face showed a strange look and laughed sadly.