Chapter 353: The Ancestor is confused
"What happened to Qin Lin?
He actually used the magic weapon puppet to deal with three rookies!"
In the farm space, Hei Yanjun looked at the half-dead half-saint, who looked quite miserable!
Shan Lao smiled helplessly.
"Maybe he has walked from the edge of death, and his mentality has changed subtly!"
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"Shameless!"
The soul of King Hao Chang roared unwillingly: "A group of saint kings actually surrounded and killed us half-saints, they have no martial ethics!"
The three magic weapon puppets just sneered. The world has always been a winner and loser. What's wrong with bullying a half-saint like you?
"Stop yelling!"
Qin Lin sneered and threw them into the Human Emperor Banner without hesitation. The two half-saint souls were sealed, leaving them alive for the time being.
It was up to him to make them into ghosts or magic weapon puppets.
As for the half-saint who was beaten, he would keep him as a sparring partner for the time being.
"Tell me! How many kings did the Soul Eater Clan send out?"
The face of King Shan was full of fear at this moment. The outside world was so terrible.
Three terrifying beings of the Saint King level surrounded and killed them!
"Who on earth spread the rumor that there is blood food everywhere outside? I'm going to chop him alive."
The Mountain King roared wildly in his heart, but faced with the question of the mysterious man in front of him, he chose to remain silent.
"No answer! Kill him!"
Qin Lin saw that the other party did not answer for a long time, and he immediately lost his patience.
Let's see if you are tough with your mouth or my fist.
No. 18 didn't waste any words, and raised his fist to kill the Mountain King!
Seeing that the other party did not seem to be faking, the Mountain King faced his heart at the moment of life and death, and blurted out in an instant: "I say!"
Qin Lin raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Give him ten slaps in the face!"
No. 18 didn't say any nonsense, pinched the other party's neck, and swung his palm to hit the other party in the face.
Pah!
Ah!
The teeth on half of the Mountain King's face were directly knocked out, and the bones seemed to be broken, and he let out a miserable howl!
Pah pah pah pah...!
Ten solid slaps almost killed the other party.
"I'm willing to tell you... why are you hitting me?"
"Your slow answer makes me very unhappy! If you dare to do it again, I will kill you."
Qin Lin looked down at the mountain king lying on the ground and said word by word.
Soon, the other party told everything he knew.
After listening, Qin Lin couldn't help but sigh: "Although he is not the same kind of person as Wu Ji, this guy is really domineering."
Too fierce!
When he was injured, he fought nine to a draw.
In the first battle, he fought thirteen and killed three. One of the three dead was almost at the same level as him!
It was also the ancestor of the spirit-eating tribe who exchanged his life for injury when he was dying, which severely injured him.
"Wu Ji can be regarded as a genius. When I came out of the star gate, I secretly observed him!
His strength is infinitely close to that of the Great Sage, and he has the Extreme Saint Weapon in his hand.
If such a person were in other ancient stars of life, I'm afraid he would have risen long ago."
Shan Lao sighed sincerely.
Qin Lin nodded. The value of one against thirteen is really high.
However!
Qin Lin was indeed very envious of the king of the Soul-Eating Clan.
If he didn't eat the fat meat that was delivered to him, he would really be sorry for the gift from the other party.
The ancestor of the Soul-Eating Clan was blocked by the Wu Ji Saint, and the half-saint released was not a threat to him at all.
"Let's go, jungle!"
...
The ancestral land of the Soul-Eating Clan!
"It's bad for the ancestor! King Haochang, King Shan, and King Zangyin, their soul beads are broken."
The ancestor's hall fell into silence in an instant.
Then the space twisted, and the violent aura kept interweaving and colliding.
"In less than a day, three kings of our clan fell!"
"Not good! It's a conspiracy!"
"Old man! Damn it!"
...
The ancestors in the hall roared crazily!
Every king in the tribe is a strong man they have carefully cultivated.
There is a possibility of being promoted to an ancestor in the future.
Especially the Mountain King is recognized as the most likely to be promoted to one of the ancestors!
At this moment, their hearts are bleeding.
To be able to kill three half-saints in a short time, it can only be a saint.
But didn't Xingwu Guxing say that there was only one saint?
"What's going on?"
"Call back the other kings first, and don't let them die outside."
"You are so cruel, old man!"
...
The saint Wu Ji, who was blocking the door, suddenly sneezed.
"Strange! I am already a saint, how could I sneeze?
Is it because the injury is too serious?"
Wu Ji whispered, frowning, and put his hand on his chest where there was a scar that almost pierced his heart.
At this moment, a trace of fatigue flashed across his face.
He couldn't help but sigh.
How long can he hold on now?
Thinking back to the beginning, he really regretted opening the small world here.
"God doesn't bless me Xingwu!"
Suddenly he frowned.
The nine ancestors came again, and each of them wanted to eat him alive.
"Wu Ji is so calculating!
You win this time."
The third ancestor said: "Let's take a step back. My Spirit Eater Clan will occupy the Xingwu Ancient Star Northern Sky Region. From now on, we will rule the region."
"What?"
Wu Ji wondered if he had hallucinations after being injured?
Why did the attitudes of these alien ancestors suddenly soften?
"Stop pretending, Wu Ji!"
Another ancestor was indignant: "You actually sent saints to kill us and other descendants. You don't have any face at all!"
Wu Ji's face was calm, but there was a wave of excitement in his heart.
He quickly captured the key points in these people's words.
After a saint takes action, or a strong person comparable to a saint takes action.
Wu Ji couldn't help but clenched the weapon in his hand, and his body trembled for a moment.
Finally, Wanzu ushered in a turning point.
On the side of Xingwu Ancient Star, there is one more powerful saint, which is enough to change the current situation.
However, facing the ridicule of the ancestor of the spirit-loving clan, Wu Ji smiled coldly: "You are going to kill all the creatures of my race, but killing a few of you will not matter."
"Wu Ji! I don't want to waste any time talking to you!
From today onwards we stop making peace and sign a covenant! "
The third ancestor said with a gloomy face: "But I have a condition. I am not allowed to assassinate my clan's half-saints again.
Otherwise we can only fight to the death.
Even if we are stronger than you, it is impossible to kill us all. Don't forget that besides us, there is also the second ancestor.
By then all races will be destroyed! "
"If you want to threaten me, you are not qualified."
The majestic aura burst out from Wu Ji's body, and his beard and hair danced in the wind, like a god!
"If you want to stop and make peace, you can! But you must release all the imprisoned races!"
"This is impossible!"
"If you don't want to, then continue fighting until both sides are injured!
Countless creatures from all races are rushing forward one after another. I don’t believe that you can’t destroy the spirit-loving tribe. "
Wu Ji's whole body was filled with thunder, and his Tianshu halberd buzzed, constantly responding to the fighting spirit that Wu Ji exuded at this moment.
At this moment, the ancestors were silent.
The sparse population has always been their weakness.
There are too many creatures from all races.
No one can be sure what the outcome will be until the end.
"Okay! I promise you!"
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