The power of an individual is very small.

No matter how powerful a fish is, it cannot stop the rolling river. Wooden Ming understands this.

Of course, if you are a Kun, then everything is hard to say, but those huge Kuns are sitting high in some places, playing games with all their hearts, but they don’t hear it here.

Perhaps it is because of different levels.

The bloody boy of the Southern Emperor was sitting in the void. This was deep in the clouds. Opposite him was an old man. The old man was the former head of the Daotian Pavilion, named Daochen. However, he had already retired and could still come out now, which is extremely rare, but this is also the reason for the bloody boy of the Southern Emperor.

"Uncle Master! Your chess skills have improved a lot." Dao Chen spoke. It was obvious that the other party was a boy, but he didn't realize anything about this title, and the Nan Emperor on the opposite side also took it for granted.

"There is something in the words." Emperor Nan said, then he made a move. Dao Chen shook his head and admitted defeat. Most of his chess pieces were blocked. The key was to admit defeat.

When Emperor Nan saw Dao Chen retreating, he also put down the chess piece in his hand and looked down at the sword light and sword shadows, which were extremely chaotic, but Emperor Nan still saw clearly.

"You are not as good as me in chess, and I am not as good as you in war, but... you cannot admit defeat."

The Southern Emperor spoke to the void. As soon as he finished speaking, an old man appeared, holding up a war drum, then put down the war drum, and then beat it.

Daochen was not happy with Emperor Nan's words, he had only regret.

"It's a pity."

Emperor Nan agreed, but said: "It's all about tempering now. If you break into other places in the future, if you are soft-hearted for a while, you are afraid that no one will survive, then you will be exterminated."

Dao said in a deep voice: "Is it really that serious?"

Emperor Nan smiled and looked at the void, as if he had seen through the outside world. His voice was filled with vicissitudes and a kind of sadness. "You underestimated the attraction of the mother world to them, become gods and ancestors. How many people were moved by it, even me. Although the teacher once said that the mother world was not very different, too many people did not believe it, because the roots of those people were there, and they understood the meaning of the mother world. For them, they were fallen leaves, and only then could they be perfected if the fallen leaves returned to their roots."

When Dao Chen heard the sound, he did not answer silently, but listened to the sound of drums echoing in his ears, making people feel excited, as if he was back when he was young.

At this time, in the battlefield below, the war drums sounded, but it was not to withdraw the troops, but the barbarians launched the final attack, intending to achieve their contributions in one battle.

It was like a chain reaction. When the war drums on the barbarians were beating, the various aristocratic families on the Dongsheng side also sounded the horn.

Some people also walked out of the mountains in the academy, and the same was true for the Daotian Pavilion. Some monks who did not take action appeared with long swords on their backs. The Lu Zhanmen was similar, and they were all powerful characters.

I have to mention that these people are not at a high level, and some are even just in the Spirit Transformation Realm, but they have a momentum on their bodies, that momentum... can kill the God Transformation Realm.

Mu Ming stood above a thorn and felt the battlefield become strange.

The number of people on the battlefield was much smaller, but the fighting spirit suddenly spread, like war monsters being released.

"Are these those core disciples, or even Daozi, and others?" Mu Ming did not despise him, but attached great importance to him.

Mu Ming thought he had few opponents in his realm, but now... at least some people's aura was not inferior to him at all.

It is hard to say which one is stronger and who is weaker.

There are mountains outside the mountain, and there are sky outside the sky.

Mu Ming felt that the eyes of the monks around him changed, and some people said: "These are real geniuses. They have practiced secret techniques since childhood and have hardly taken action, but they have never failed to take action, so they can become core disciples, or even Taoist."

At the same time, some children of aristocratic families showed awe. This kind of emotion is rare because the children of the big clan are very proud.

Mu Ming also saw the disciples of Jiufeng Pavilion appear. These people have a round aura, which is different from other academy disciples.

An outsider said: "In addition to the limitations of this world, these people, if they are placed in our world, will definitely be first-class people."

Wood name captured special fluctuations. The spiritual bodies of these people cultivated were at least nine paths, and they should have been before the great change of heaven and earth. At that time, the nine paths were the limit and would be subjected to thunder tribulation. However, it was obvious that some people used secret techniques to condense them, so they were very strong. Now, after the great change of heaven and earth, some of them even cultivated ten paths. This was already very terrifying, and they mastered secret techniques, so their combat power... was invincible.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Ming finally understood why the children of aristocratic families feel so superior. It is not without reason.

Those people entered the battlefield and had no choice but to target them. They just walked straight forward without detours. However, those who were in front of them would be shocked by the momentum of the fetus. If someone took action, they would also take action, but they often just raised their hands or slashed gently, and then there would be no stopping them.

It was like a rushing river that fluttered away all the dust blocking the road.

There is no comparison, not on the same level.

Some god-transforming realms began to snatch the air, some monks began to adapt to the changes in the earth here, had already understood a certain law, and quickly left. This is the battlefield of the spiritual realm. Of course, if some people cannot snatch the air, they will also leave quickly.

This is the battlefield of the Spirit Realm. It is unruly to appear here in the Divine Realm. If you don’t leave now, that is a big taboo!

One of the God Transformation Realm attacked some people, but was defeated by two Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators. One Yuan Ling Realm finally slashed, causing the body of the God Transformation Realm to split. Only the soul took over a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm and then quickly escaped.

The monks behind Mu Ming gradually retreated, and they gave way to some people, and at the same time they became afraid. The people walking across the street felt invincible.

The screams on the battlefield gradually disappeared, but the fighting spirit was like cooking oil in flames, and thoughts were emitting from each other, and some even condensed the artistic conception and began to collide.

The wooden name stands on the thorns and does not move at all. Some people think that the wooden name is too arrogant, but rather takes it for granted.

Mu Ming's previous killings made many people frightened, even people from the same camp.

Mu Ming was carrying the blood-colored gourd behind him. A figure appeared on the blood-colored gourd skin. It was a figure devoured by the gourd, with thousands of people, which was terrifying.

Moreover, there is blood-colored mist wrapped around Mu Ming's body. This is not a magical power, but just a evil spirit. Even though Mu Ming's face is calm at this time, it also makes many people afraid.

Mu Ming bent his bow and arrow and shot towards the void. Suddenly, the void exploded and a figure appeared. The figure rushed over. However, Mu Ming threw out a seed. The seed fell on the ground and then grew rapidly. Before the monk approached Mu Ming, he had already been pierced by spikes and his blood was absorbed.

Mu Ming's footsteps moved, and the remaining thorns squirmed, and finally turned into black seeds the size of a fist appeared in Mu Ming's palm.

There are five of them, all of which are the thorn vines given by the second senior brother at that time. They are the most evil things unique to the witch clan and are born by absorbing blood.

"Friendly Taoist power!" Someone spoke, showing kindness.

Mu Ming looked at him and saw a boy who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, but his cultivation gave people a sense of incomprehensibleness.

Mu Ming nodded, as a response.

At this time, the sound of the war drum stopped, and the horn on Dongsheng's side also stopped, the battlefield became quiet, and then silence.

A depressing atmosphere permeates and makes people feel excited. This is the strong fighting spirit and makes people's blood boil.

The monks from the three sides stopped because they were only hundreds of feet apart. Such a distance was tantamount to these monks.

Someone drew his sword and then took action.

There was no roar or sneak attack, but just acted so plainly, either punching the punch with your fists, or swinging the sword intent with your long sword, and then blood burst out between each other.

Blood sprinkled, someone's head was cut off directly, flying high, someone's chest was penetrated, and his internal organs were flying out, without much entanglement, they were all strong, and they all used their strongest magical powers, but the gap between them was to determine the outcome between life and death.

Simple and rough, just a moment of effort. These core disciples who rarely make moves on weekdays, or Daozi, will distinguish between victory and death.

Those who win are not overjoyed, because as expected, those who lose will not feel great sorrow, because they will not feel anything after death. Even those who are seriously injured in the battle will not retreat. They will either continue to fight or completely eliminate life and death.

Some people in the distance were approaching each other and they fought. Perhaps affected by this place, they tried not to make any sound. Only the sound of blood storm echoed between the sword and the shadows of swords, and the dull but deadly sound made when weapons or fists pierced into their bodies.

The battlefield seemed to be much quieter, but the death toll increased significantly.

Mu Ming was carrying a human head, but his face turned pale. A long sword pierced into his abdomen. One of his fists fell on his eyebrows. Before it had dissipated, another person sprayed a golden spear out of his mouth, trying to pierce his throat.

However, all three of them died at this time. One of them was taken off by Mu Ming, one of them turned into skin and bones, and the other was dying, but she was not afraid at all.

Mu Ming drew out his long sword, then pointed out a finger, and between that finger, runes filled with death.

A blood hole appeared in the middle of a monk's head and eyebrows, and brains flowed out, and the light of the soul dissipated. This was a half-step monk who transformed into a god, condensed some light of the soul, but at this time... everything disappeared, only there was nostalgia in his eyes, such as memories and reluctance.

Wooden's body was bleeding, but it could not be cured because an enemy approached and there was no words. A spear flew over and wanted to nail Mun to death.

A piece of tortoise shell appeared in sight and stopped the spear. Mu Ming punched the tortoise shell. Pieces of runes burst out from the tortoise shell. Blood gourds flew up, slashed out sword light, spit out flames, burned several monks into ashes, and eight pieces were removed, without a complete corpse.

Mu Ming continued to wander, harvesting life everywhere, but his body kept bleeding, and the old wounds had not yet gone, and new injuries were added.

Mu Ming's eyebrows were cracked, and someone used the power of the soul and used the soul-catching technique to try to refine Mu Ming.

In the most response, Mu Ming had to cut all the souls of the man and gave them to the sachet, and then took off the man's head and did nothing because a new enemy came again.

My heart gradually calmed down, no longer as turbulent as it was at the beginning, and it only became cold, like a killer. Facing life, like facing an ant, Mu Ming vaguely felt that the meaning of this war was like this.

Training soldiers is also training the mind, which is to make the hearts of the monks in the Red Leaf World become as cold as weapons. In this way, they will not fail in the future when fighting. At that time, the victory or defeat is not just a magical channel, but also the tens of millions of people who are ready to die, and are the increasingly cold hearts of life, and they will destroy the clan because they fail.

Mu Ming wanders around, or is forced everywhere, so he looks for various favorable places, either by using the power of others, or by allowing others to use their own power. In short, it is to kill the opponent more quickly.

Sometimes these people cooperate with each other and sometimes fight each other, but they all have one thing in common, that is, their killing methods are becoming more and more skillful! This is true for all monks from all sides.

I don’t know when the two sides separated, but there were corpses on the ground, with unknown numbers, but at least 100,000!

Silently, those people retreated, just like at the beginning, disappeared silently. However, Mu Ming discovered that at least half of those people remained here, some left their entire bodies, and some...the bones remained.

Mu Ming was found by Han Jiangxue from a pile of dead people. Mu Ming was exhausted and finally fell into the pile of dead people when he returned.

"Is it worth it? You are an alchemist..." Han Jiangxue took out some pills from his bracelet and stuffed them into Mu Ming's mouth.

Mu Ming smiled weakly, but he immediately moaned in pain when the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I deserve it!" Han Jiangxue held the wooden name and then left with the monks.

At this time, both sides sent monks to collect the corpses. These people did not bring weapons, nor did they attack each other, nor even hatred. They just carried monks from their respective camps without saying a word.

Only when they saw some blood mud that could not be transported would they sigh, and then use their magical powers to burn the blood mud and turn it into ashes.

Soon, there was only a piece of blood-colored mud here, red, purple and black, and then only white smoke and flames appeared, mixed with some strange smell, pungent, but it made people feel sad.
Chapter completed!