"Ancestor, my Yuwen family cannot hide!"
An old man knelt down for a few steps and said in a trembling voice: "The dynasty is in crisis now. The thief who killed Tiandu is in this palace. I will ask our ancestors to allow us to go to the palace!"
The rest of the people also begged, "Ancestor, please let me know!"
Yuwen Haoran said quietly: "What are the ancestral precepts created by me, ancestor?"
The old man's eyes were red and he said firmly: "Anyone from the Yuwen family should take it as their own responsibility to return to the main line. As for the rest, they can forget about it!"
Yuwen Haoran said: "How to return?"
"A strong man, a super strong man who can lead us back to the main line!"
Yuwen Haoran said: "Tian can be killed by his peers, who will he be?"
The old man suddenly froze. He hesitated and said, "But..."
"But what?"
Yuwen Haoran looked directly at him, "We want to return to the main line, what does Yuwen Junming say?"
The old man clasped his hands tightly and said harshly: "Dead people are worthless!"
"Yeah, dead people have no value!"
Yuwen Haoran nodded, rolled his sleeves and turned around, "Ancestor, I understand what you are thinking. You just think that every family has taken advantage of you. As the first family in the dynasty, my Yuwen family is being cowardly at this time. It is really embarrassing!"
In the field, no one spoke!
This sentence hurt them deeply.
"Sometimes you can't just look at things at face value!"
Yuwen Haoran sighed softly, "This battle is just a bet. Either we win or we lose. If we win, it will do us no good. Once we lose, our Yuwen family will no longer have any retreat!"
The old man said: "But...but ancestor, I heard that the situation is very good now, and the king has borrowed the power of the ancestor..."
Yuwen Haoran shook his head, "Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens!"
The old man did not give up and continued: "Ancestor, we are members of the Wu Xuan world. Anyone who touches us will touch the entire Yuwen family!"
"Split pulse?"
When Yuwen Haoran heard this, he suddenly smiled sadly, and his eyes suddenly glanced over, "To put it nicely, we are called Fenmai, to put it ugly, we are just a homeless dog living outside, they will Do you care about a beggar who is begging for mercy?"
The lost dog!
Hearing this, everyone was stunned like thunder!
Yuwen Haoran said coldly: "Do you know when they will recognize our identity?"
Everyone is silent!
"Ancestor, let me tell you!"
Yuwen Haoran suddenly turned around, "When they have interests and need to beat the dog to look after the owner, and they need us to be the dog, we are the ones who belong to the family. Otherwise, we will always be the wild dogs that disgrace the family!"
Wild dog!
The group was completely silent!
Yuwen Haoran's eyes suddenly turned a little red, "After my ancestor was expelled from the main line, I grew up alone and spread my branches and leaves until I created the current Yuwen family... Time flies by and a full eight hundred years have passed!"
As he spoke, he looked at everyone with gentle eyes, "Ancestor, my greatest wish in this life is to one day lead you back to the main line. By then, you will understand my ancestor's good intentions!"
Below, an old man couldn't help but ask: "Ancestor, your main vein is very strong?"
Yuwen Haoran said: "It's so strong that you can't imagine it, and it's so strong that even a hundred thousand great black dynasties can't defeat it!"
Not even a hundred thousand!
The field fell into dead silence again!
Yuwen Haoran waved his hand, "Everyone go down and prepare to move your family. The world is so big that my Yuwen family cannot go anywhere. There is no need to take this risk!"
"yes!"
Many strong men left without saying another word.
Soon, an old man came to Yuwen Haoran and said respectfully: "Ancestor!"
Yuwen Haoran said: "Are you all ready?"
"yes!"
The old man held up his hands and said tentatively: "Are we just going to leave like this and do nothing?"
"No!"
Yuwen Haoran shook his head and asked, "What is Yuwen Junming doing in the palace?"
"Looking for fun!"
The old man said: "It seems... the king found him a top beauty in the country!"
"He is indeed young and energetic. Such a big movement didn't even surprise him!"
Yuwen Haoran pondered for a while, then tilted his head and said: "Before our Yuwen family leaves the imperial capital, you should inform them that the man who killed Tiandu is here. I would like to see how this new generation of martial arts kings and Compared with the old martial arts kings, who is stronger!"
Who is stronger!
Upon hearing this, the old man immediately said: "Yes!" "
After saying that, he turned around and left.
On the other side, Feng Wuxie passed through Yongning Palace and came to a majestic stone tablet!
In front of the stone tablet, there is a door. Inside the door is a scene of nothingness, and on both sides, there are two stone dragons, which look lifelike and extremely majestic!
Presumably, this is where the imperial mausoleum of the Great Black Dynasty is located!
Feng Wuxie dragged his sword and walked over step by step!
The guards on both sides noticed his scary appearance and his blood-red eyes, and couldn't help but shudder in their hearts. They didn't come back to their senses until they saw him approaching, "Who is this person?" …”
Feng Wuxie's expression did not change, and his speed suddenly increased!
Whoops!
The wind blows.
Behind him, bloody heads flew up!
Feng Wuxie seemed to have done an insignificant thing and continued to walk towards the door.
Around ten thousand people were watching from afar, but no one dared to step forward to stop him!
How to stop?
However, just when Feng Wuxie was about to step into the door, a golden light rose into the sky in the distance and rushed over like lightning. At the same time, the surrounding space trembled violently, and a terrible terrifying force was blasted down!
boom!
Feng Wuxie's figure flew out and rolled dozens of feet away!
This move can kill him instantly!
However, the person who took action seemed to have done it deliberately, and the attack happened to be not far away from him!
Even so, the terrifying sound of thunder was still buzzing in his head like an explosion, lingering and giving him a splitting headache!
Feng Wuxie shook his head vigorously, and then stood up with a sword in one hand!
In the past, he would have been able to hide!
But now, he has indeed run out of gas, and his consciousness and reactions have all become sluggish!
Not only that, but after successive battles, his two Qi Palaces were almost exhausted!
He knew that this person was not holding back!
But teasing!
His actions were more like cat and mouse!
Feng Wuxie raised his head and looked forward!
There, a young man in gold clothes walked over. The young man had broad shoulders, a straight waist, and long hair hanging behind him, giving him an extremely heroic look.
In his hand, he also held a figure with a weak aura!
The figure was pierced into the flesh and blood by his fingers, and he grabbed the spine and lifted it up. His limbs fell vertically, and his disheveled appearance was extremely miserable!
All evil!
Feng Wuxie stared at the figure that looked like a dead dog!
Yu Wen Junming glanced at Feng Wuxie, shook his head and said, "To be honest, I still admire you, but it's a pity that this time, you chose the wrong opponent!"
Feng Wuxie didn't speak, but the overwhelming murderous aura swept over him like a substance.
"What, this is your person?"
Yu Wen Junming felt his murderous intention and raised the Wanxie Tong in his hand, his smile became a little playful, "I'll give you a chance to save him!"
When the voice fell, he suddenly threw Wan Xie Tong high into the sky!
The next moment, his right foot lightly stomped the ground
, the whole person soared into the sky like an arrow from the string, and the knee was like a sharp sword, with a dazzling golden light, rushing from bottom to top towards Wan Xitong's spine!
This time, it was enough for the evildoer to die violently!
But at this moment, the surrounding world suddenly became illusory!
Snowflakes are flying!
Feng Wuxie came out with his sword and snatched Wan Xie Tong from his hand at the slightest distance!
Flying snow!
This is... flying snow!
Yuwen Haoran suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Wuxie on the ground, "Where did your flying snow come from?!"
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