Huhu~~~

The air flow was tilted, and the wound was hidden and he left on the lion.

The master is not easy to hold the hidden wounds and unconsciously arches his body to make the hidden wounds on his back more comfortable.

One sword cuts a hundred thousand miles into the sky, almost destroying all the masters of the Xiaomang God Clan.

Such strength made Shi Buyi tremble, and then he realized how difficult it was to save his life before.

I also knew that I would not be able to escape from the clutches of my devil in my life.

The teacher who was broken in his mind was completely disappointed for a moment, and thought that being the mount of this honorable god seemed not so unacceptable.

"Does he think about it if he is in troubled brother..."

Zhong Yue suddenly remembered the words he said before on the golden top of the sword gate, and was shocked: Does he want to suppress all races in one fell swoop?

This thought was too shocking, which made him stunned.

A hint of uncontrollable excitement appeared on Feng Shang's old face. Obviously, he also thought of what Fushen wanted to do.

Before, he didn't think that the injury could be done.

But the power of this sword has proved that he has such strength!

Even the ancestors of the human race who opened the Sword Gate and fought with the gods were not as powerful as those of the current Fukuokuan!

Swallowing ~~~

When Zhong Yue was stunned, Fang Jiange, Jun Sixie and others all came here.

"Sect Master, Junior Brother Zhong."

After the crowd greeted Feng Shang, they looked at the broken mountains, which almost became a battlefield like ruins and a sword energy gap that never scattered in the sky.

I can't calm down in my heart.

"Senior Sister Jun, Senior Brother Fang."

Zhong Yue came to his senses, and the sword shadow in his eyes dimmed.

"Jiange, Sixie!"

Feng Shang took a deep breath and looked at the elite disciples of the Sword Sect, unable to control his feelings:

"You go to all parts of the Western Wilderness and pick up our tribesmen back to the Great Wilderness!"

For countless years, the human race has been reduced to slaves from all races for countless years.

The lifelong dream of the Sect leader of Jianmen has been to make the clan no longer be a slave. Now, with the emergence of the underworld, there is finally a glimmer of hope.

At least, the Xiaomang God Clan, which suffered heavy losses, could not stop them from taking back the people of the tribe!

This is more important than anything!

"Disciple understand!"

Jun Sixie, Fang Jiange and other disciples looked solemn and bowed together to respond.

This matter is more than anything else!

"Go."

Feng Shang waved his hand, and the auspicious clouds under his feet moved, leading Zhong Yue to break through the air, chasing the footsteps of the wounded.

The gods are definitely not that simple. Even the hidden wounds at this time may not be able to withstand the gods' foundation.

Feng Shang's mind turned and thought.

If something goes wrong, even if he fights his life, he will not be able to put him in danger.

Even if he may kill his son in the future.

............

One stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves!

Xiaochu Cangshan and the giants of the Xiaomang God Clan were all killed with one sword. This would make many tribes tremble with the power that surpassed ordinary gods!

The strength of the Xiaomang God Clan is not considered a weak person even among all the gods.

The Xiaomang God Clan cannot resist it, can other gods resist it?

After the human race giant who was suspected to be a god defeated the Xiaomang God Clan, he did not return to the Great Wilderness, but went deep into the Western Wilderness, as if he was going to other gods.

At this moment, all the gods were in danger and were highly alert.

What was even more nervous was Feng Shang and Zhong Yue who were following Fushen. Seeing Fushen approaching Zhujian's gods, Zhong Yue finally couldn't help but call Fushen:

"Since brother, what do you mean?"

The Sword Sect is weak, with only five or six giants, far less than any god clan, and its strength is too weak.

The hidden wounds and defeating the Xiaomang God Clan is enough to shock other races, and if they attack the God Clan one after another, it would be a big problem.

If the world rises up and attacks, even if the world is in danger, the world is invincible and the world is invincible, it may not be able to protect the Sword Sect.

"Go around casually."

Fushen paused slightly and replied.

The water of this Fuxi ancestor star is very deep, but it is not just the descendants of these gods and demons. I don’t know how many demons look at this place.

With his strength at this time, it is naturally impossible to wipe out all the gods and demons on this ancestral star.

But at least, he thought he could do it by bringing all the human race back to the Great Wilderness.

As his thoughts turned, he pressed the lion's head and fell into the sky.

Come to a continuous mountain range.

"What do you mean by the gods of the human race?"

Just before Fushen arrived at the mountains, a majestic middle-aged man had already stepped out of the mountains, opening his mouth with a hint of alert and fear.

He is also a giant god, but he is still one step short of Xiaochu Cangshan. He is naturally a little scared when facing such a fierce god who killed Xiaochu Cangshan with one sword.

"Zhujian God Clan..."

He sat on the lion with his wounds, raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "In March, send all the human races in your territory to the Great Wilderness."

"All human race?!"

The Zhujian Gods were shocked and couldn't help but blurted out: "All human races have been sent to the Great Wilderness, what are the children of my Zhujian Gods eating?"

"eat......."

The eyes of the burying wound suddenly became cold, and the sword energy instantly slashed across the sky. The middle-aged man from the gods shouted.

Before he could retreat, his big head had already flew away, and the huge corpse fell to the ground with blood flowing everywhere.

Gululu~~~

The huge head rolled down from the mountain, with fat heads and big ears, pigs arched their noses and long fangs, but they looked like a wild boar and became a sperm.

"Ah! Hunting, you dare to kill my body!"

A scream came from the head, but the soul was sealed in the head with a sword.

"It turned out to be a pig, no wonder it's so stupid."

Fushu smiled in a hoarse smile.

Is this a coincidence that the Xiaomang God Clan is a dog, and the Zhujian God Clan is a pig?

Huh huh huh huh huh ~~~

With one sword, powerful existences suddenly jumped out of the territory of Zhujian God Clan and roared repeatedly.

"stop!"

An old man walked out and stopped a group of masters from the gods of Zhujian.

"The power of the gods cannot be violated, this idiot is not to be cherished!"

He looked at the hidden wound deeply and bowed: "In March, within the territory of Zhujian Gods, all human tribes will return to the Great Wilderness."

Fushen glanced at the old man lightly, lifted the pig's head under his feet, and urged the lion to leave.

The foundation of the gods is indeed very deep. The old man from the Zhujian gods is a very old god. His strength may not be as strong as his, but he should not be underestimated.

"The high priest saves me! The high priest saves me!"

The pig's head, which was hidden and held in his hand, wailed, and finally felt fear.

The old man's lips squirmed twice, shook his head and said nothing.

I am as stupid as a pig, and no one can save you.

Huh ~

The wounded raised his hand and threw the pig's head to Zhong Yue behind him: "My junior brother keeps this pig's head and wait for me to come back, so I can make some wine and food!"

"good!"
To be continued...