On the ancient road, Wang Chang'an and others were also rushing on the road. They were not in a hurry and stopped and stopped along the way.

Witch and vera technique is prevalent in southern Xinjiang. They met the remnants of southern Xinjiang, and many of them had their own means.

As time approaches dusk, Wang Chang'an and several others arrive at their destination.

The ancient capital of southern Xinjiang is full of ruins.

Looking up, a huge hole was torn into the sky, staying in mid-air, like a hideous wound.

After a long period of time, I have not healed yet.

What happened back then?

The ancient country in southern Xinjiang was at its peak. It once followed the king of humans and fought against the king of humans. Why was it destroyed in ancient times?

The ancient southern border country back then was comparable to the southern desert family today. There were countless strong people, and they held the cows in the southern border.

But why did it die?

The terrifying cracks above the sky all tell the experiences of that year.

The ancient capital no longer exists, and since the destruction of the southern border, its descendants have not flourished here.

For millions of years, ancient Xinjiang has not been unified.

Wang Chang'an and his group were catching the eyes of many people, and the Muli tribe was one of them.

"Wang Changan is really not afraid of death!"

Mu Yi said that in southern Xinjiang, the power of the Muli tribe is enough to deal with everything.

The ancient capital of southern Xinjiang has been abandoned for many years. All we see here are ruins and weeds.

"I heard that there was a generation of emperors in the southern Xinjiang generation, and they had the momentum to unify the southern Xinjiang. At that time, the ancient southern Xinjiang countries had hope of restoration, but they were beheaded in half."

"The emperor heard that he had been plotted against, otherwise he would have done a great job."

Bai Jingyi said, stroking the broken stones and the broken walls with his palms. How prosperous this place was once.

In ancient times, nine generations of holy kings appeared in the ancient southern country, which intimidated the vast world and spread the reputation of the nine heavens.

At that time, there were saints in ancient southern countries who had strong national strength and became a giant in the world.

Why did that later emperor fail? It's terrifying to think about it carefully!

"The big thing has not been done, and the hero is lonely."

Yin Wudi said that when the general situation is not yet achieved, he cannot be considered a real emperor.

"But he has nine-tailed bloodline on his body."

Bai Jingyi whispered, and Wang Changan and others looked at each other.

"I have always suspected that the Qingqiu lineage is just a Nine-tailed branch. You also know that Da Cang is a place of exile. The so-called Qingqiu ancient land is very likely to have to do it in order to preserve bloodlines."

"This knife is called Jiang Huangdao, and the imperial surname of the ancient country in southern Xinjiang is Jiang."

"All this is the root of it. Who is planning to do this in my tribe?"

Bai Jing asked, her aura became sharp. She was approaching the ancient capital, undoubtedly getting closer to the truth of that year.

So what if it’s confusing?

When you peel off the silk threads, everything will be revealed.

"Time changes, what I fear is that the things that happened back then are buried under time."

"As long as they target them, they will appear again. What we do in Da Cang will definitely fall into the eyes of those who are interested."

"Go and look around."

The ancient capital of southern Xinjiang is extremely large, and some places still retain ancient monuments.

Wang Chang'an and his men walked to the depths of the ancient capital. This place was too dilapidated and the men walked further and further away.

"stop."

Suddenly, a large number of people appeared, including dozens of people, blocking Wang Chang'an and others' way.

"Who are you? What are you doing in ancient capital?"

The leader asked, Wang Chang'an and others were not allowed to move forward.

"Who are we need to explain to you."

Yin Wudi said, holding the sword embryo in his hand.

"Isn't this ancient capital of southern Xinjiang abandoned? Can it still be your tribe?"

The underworld responded.

"In ancient times, southern Xinjiang was the ancestral land in the hearts of all the remnants of southern Xinjiang, so outsiders cannot enter?"

"Are you sure about the ancestral land? If so, why haven't you seen you rebuild the ancient capital of southern Xinjiang for so many years?"

"This place is desolate, where does the ancestral land come from?"

Wang Chang'an took a step forward, and the place had long been dilapidated.

"No matter who you are? Go back now, or die."

The man in the lead said that these people were wearing black horns, their clothes were primitive and ancient, and they had a kind of evil spirit.

"I don't care who you are? The ancient capital of southern Xinjiang is not yours, so get out of the way."

Bai Jingyi said, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"kill."

With the other party's order, dozens of people took action directly, and Wang Chang'an and the other six took action. With their cultivation level, they were enough to sweep this group of people.

"court death."

Wang Chang'an slashed Fang Yi's sword in his hand, and three enemies were cut by one.

Yin Wudi penetrated his opponent with a sword, and the ordinary masters of the Heavenly Realm were hard to resist even their move.

Wang Dazhuang, Wang Xiaojue, and Mingtu killed the enemy in succession. Wang Changan smashed the void with one move and tore up the three enemies.

If you dare to attack them, you will die.

Outside the ancient capital, Mu Yi brought five thousand clan members, all of whom were successfully matched with the ferocious beasts and had special combat power.

It was lined up densely outside the city, and a horn of a cow was blown from the city.

"Kill my tribe members and break into my ancestral land, and all tribe members obey orders."

"exist."

The five thousand tribes responded in unison, and the weapons in their hands were shrouded in cold weather.

"If one is not left, there will be no mercy."

Mu Yi said, with a loud roar from the beast, five thousand horses were overwhelming, and the ferocious beast let out a loud roar.

Among the five thousand people, there are powerful clan elders in the formation.

The broken city wall had long collapsed, and five thousand ferocious beasts rushed into the city like a torrent.

The sound of killing shook the sky, and figures came.

Some people hold divine spears, fight with swords and weapons, some people wave clan flags, and ferocious beasts roar.

The ground shook, and the sky and the earth shook.

Five thousand iron armors were like a huge high wall, crushing them, and the aura was fully opened, and the sound of killing was shocking the sky.

Puff, puff.

Wang Changan killed several opponents, the ground trembled, and a large number of people rushed over.

"It's the quinoa family."

Yin Wudi said, a spiritual spear came, bringing out a sound of sound and roaring, and suddenly sank into the earth.

"This kid Mu Yi is indeed having a problem."

Wang Dazhuang said, the magic axe in his hand cut off the enemy, and then the qi and blood roared, and the shadow of the magic axe slashed forward.

"Wang Chang'an, kill someone and die."

"Kill, kill, kill."

Mu Yi roared, a huge ferocious beast flew over, the stone brick wall was suddenly flattened, and thousands of masters attacked and surrounded and killed.

"This guy is simply bullying people with power."

Wang Xiaojue said, and attacked the magic gun in his hand and smashed forward, and more than a dozen ferocious beasts were smashed over.

"The prince is looking for death."

A clan elder said, and with a blow, the breath of the enlightenment realm was revealed, and the one who came was the clan elder of the Muli clan.

There are no less than fifty such existences, and the rest are elite among young people.
To be continued...