Zheng Ming looked at the old man, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. He was about to catch the old man directly and question the old man!

No matter what, it was a great sin to let these good children practice this kind of martial art that would kill people without paying their lives. But just as he was about to appear, he felt a sound of breaking through the void.

The old man, who had originally looked sad, suddenly stood up from the ground when he heard the sound of breaking through the air. His eyes were filled with determination.

Flying from the void was a giant wolf with golden shape. It was three feet tall and felt as if it was still as motionless as a mountain while walking.

According to Zheng Ming's estimate, the cultivation level of this giant wolf is not inferior to the peak of the sub-saint.

"I've seen Lord Golden Wolf." After seeing the golden giant wolf, the old man was stunned for a moment, he still saluted respectfully.

The golden giant wolf snorted, and did not make the old man get up, but said coldly: "Are you ready?"

"It's ready." As the old man spoke, his palm trembled and reached towards the child playing in the distance: "It's those four!"

The golden wolf glanced at the old man's finger child and said coldly: "There are too few fours, and three days later, Lord Wolf God will hold a big banquet to entertain guests from all over the world. If there is less food, who can afford this responsibility."

While speaking, the golden wolf glanced at all the children and said, "This time, I will leave you four."

There was a huge difference between taking away four and leaving four. When the old man heard the Golden Wolf's words, he almost collapsed on the ground.

"Master Jinlang, you can't do this. If you do this, you will cut off the roots of the human race in the Soul-Devouring Mountain!" The old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the golden giant wolf wildly.

For the old man who was trying hard to kowtow, a trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the golden giant wolf. With a low hum, two whip-like breaths rushed out of his nostrils and started thrusting wildly at the old man.

"Damn the bad guy, you guys are worthy of arguing in front of me."

As the old man said, the whip kept falling. In just a moment, the black whip had already been sucked hundreds of times on the old man's body.

Although the old man had a good cultivation level, he was covered in bruises under the whip. In the end, he couldn't even stand steadily and fell to the ground.

"Master Jinlang, my human race...the human race has also made contributions to the ancient sage world. You...you can't do this!" The old man said in a pleading voice: "All the ancient sages back then said that they should ensure that the interests of our human race are not infringed!"

"Oh, take out all the saints' covenants, okay, what's wrong with me? If you have the ability, go to the ancient saints to sue me, old thing, otherwise you can see that your clan can provide a delicious dish, and we wolf gods don't want this deliciousness to spread. I'll kill all of you humans long ago."

When the golden giant wolf said this, it opened its huge mouth. The child who was already scared around was hiding like a little quail, was directly sucked in. The power in the giant wolf's mouth formed a black net pocket.

"Tsk tsk, this kid's flesh is very good, today is my reward." As the golden giant wolf spoke, he sucked his mouth again, and the first little girl Huanhuan, who had completed her cultivation, rushed towards the golden giant wolf's mouth.

The little girl was still holding the talisman root, but her eyes were filled with fear.

The old man shouted hysterically, "Sir, can't you do this?"

However, although the old man tried his best to stand up, the golden wolf's whip made it extremely difficult for him to move.

Just as the little girl was about to fall into the mouth of the golden giant wolf, she saw the helpless little girl staying silently in the air.

As an existence close to the Great Sage, the Golden Giant Wolf was extremely sensitive to his attacks. In just a moment of effort, he knew that someone was making trouble.

"Who dares to go against my Tianlang clan?"

"Bang!" A slap was heavily on the head of the golden giant wolf. Under this slap, the golden giant wolf had no power to resist at all.

It was majestic, like a golden dead dog, being photographed on the ground, and a crack appeared on its waist.

The golden giant wolf was frightened in his heart. It wanted to struggle to stand up, but the huge pressure made him unable to move at all.

At this moment, it saw a figure, a figure slowly walking towards it.

This is a human figure!

The golden giant wolf has always been disdainful to the human race that has no combat power, but now, as the human race approaches, a huge fear arises in the heart of the giant wolf.

It had a feeling that this human race had a powerful force that made him tremble.

Under this power, the proud descendant of the Tianlang is like an ant. This is an ancient saint-level existence. When the ancient saint thinks of the ancient saint, the golden giant wolf feels tight in his heart.

The reason why the Tianlang clan was able to dominate this place by a million miles is not because an ancient saint appeared in the clan.

When did this weak human race actually produce an ancient saint?

"Humans, let me go, otherwise the saints of my clan would not spare you!" Thinking of the combat power of the ancient saints of the human race, the golden giant wolf once again became a little more confident, and there was a hint of threat in his voice.

Zheng Ming was very unhappy about the golden giant wolf. Hearing his words, he didn't hesitate at all and slapped his hands.

"Bang!" As the slap came, the golden giant wolf's body collapsed. A little black wolf, the size of a palm, rushed out of the broken body of the golden giant wolf.

"You actually dare to kill me, you... you will definitely be killed by the great Tianlang, and you will definitely die without a burial place!"

The little wolf, the size of a palm, had a hysterical voice, but Zheng Ming still used his own tricks to this threat.

He ignored the threat of the little wolf at all, but waved his palm again and slapped the little wolf as big as a palm to death in the void.

This little wolf, the size of a palm, is the soul of the golden giant wolf. Now that it has turned into shattered powder, it means that the soul of the golden giant wolf is destroyed.

"You killed Lord Jinlang, you killed Lord Jinlang!" There seemed to be a trace of demonic obstacles in the old man's voice. His eyes looked at Zheng Ming, not full of gratitude, but full of madness.

A kind of madness that seems to be despair!

"Do you know the price of killing Lord Jinlang? Do you know how great a disaster you will bring to us human races if you kill Lord Jinlang? How can you... be so unruly and so..."

The old man struggled to stand up. At this time, he seemed to have forgotten the pain on his body, as if he had forgotten the scene of the golden giant wolf insatiable. Zheng Ming in his eyes was like his father-killing enemy.

For this old man, if Zheng Ming had a slight favor to him at the beginning, then now, Zheng Ming had only disgust for him.

A heartfelt disgust, he gently waved his sleeves when the old man was about to come to him.

It was this random wave that directly suppressed the old man to the ground.

"What did you call him just now?" Zheng Ming looked at the old man, his voice full of coldness.

"I...I..." The old man woke up at this moment. He looked at the cold Zheng Ming and suddenly burst into tears.

The old man's cry was filled with a smell of doomsday coming. From the old man's cry, Zheng Ming could tell what the old man was thinking at this time. He felt even less and less good about the crying old man.

"It's over, it's over. This time, our tribe members are really over. Woooo, I'm sorry for the ancestors and clans, I'm sorry..."

The children who escaped from the wolf's mouth were surrounded by the old man, and some of them even started to cry with the old man.

Zheng Ming looked at the crying human race and shook his head gently. Although these people were pitiful, Zheng Ming had another feeling, that is, there must be something hateful about a pitiful person.

He just took action and looked at the golden giant wolf too arrogant. Now that these human races don’t care about his kindness, he naturally won’t have any protection for them just because these people are human races.

Not to mention, there is any debt.

"You can't leave, you can't leave. If you leave, I... how can we explain to the ancient saint of the Tianlang clan?" Seeing Zheng Ming leaving, the old man suddenly stood up, his voice filled with a sense of madness.

Zheng Ming felt worse for the old man. He snorted coldly, "Are you not afraid of the Tianlang clan so much? "

Speaking of this, Zheng Ming's body was filled with endless murderous aura. Under this magnificent aura, the old man with a sad face was like a small boat in the endless sea.

"You...you..." The old man couldn't speak for a moment under Zheng Ming's power, and there were only the crying of children around him.

Zheng Ming shook his head, turned around and was about to leave. At this time, the little girl named Huanhuan suddenly ran towards Zheng Ming quickly.

"Sir, please don't blame the patriarch grandfather, he...he is also for our tribe members to survive."

The little girl looked at Zheng Ming, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes and said, "You... are you the ninth-level ancient saint of my human race?"

The nine-level ancient saint almost represents the top existence among the ancient saints. Although Zheng Ming’s cultivation is not bad, he is still quite different from the nine-level ancient saints.
Chapter completed!