Unfortunately, everything is too late now, and God’s punishment will not appear easily. Once it appears, how can the consequences be borne by ordinary people?

"Boom boom boom"!

Countless thunders hang down from the sky, like a willow branch dancing wildly, or like an electric python roaring. In just a blink of an eye, all the people and horses of the Martial God Temple and the Qing family turned into ashes!

"hiss"!

The old palace master and others had scalp numb and their teeth were trembling. They were dozens of living people, including one of the powerful Martial King, two and a half-step Martial Emperor, which disappeared in the blink of an eye. This terrifying energy is terrifying, and only the power of the gods can do it.

The thousands of thunders did not dissipate, but instead scattered countless misty purple fluorescence, like light catkins flying, falling to the earth.

Everyone was injured, but in the fluorescence, the injuries recovered rapidly. The old palace master and the old man Zhan were the same. They soon became energetic and had a rosy complexion.

"We are grateful to the God of War for blessings"!

"Thank you for the blessing of the God of War"!

Everyone worshiped, and the vision in the sky gradually dissipated.

The power of the God of War has been ten thousand years apart and has once again descended on the Gods Continent!

Zhanjia.

It has been three days since the last time the God's punishment appeared.

During these three days, Zhan Wuque completely consolidated his strength. After all, the breakthrough of strength will cause unstable foundations and affect future practice.

In the hall of the main hall of Zhan family, only Zhan Wuque and Zhan are here today.

"Wuque, I feel sincerely happy to see your achievements now," the old man sighed, "But his strength is still too weak."

Zhan Wuque was silent for a while and said, "What's the matter with grandpa? It's okay to say it."

"Well, now you are qualified to know part of the truth." Mr. Zhan seemed to have finally made up his mind.

"Let me ask you, do you know the structure of the Gods Continent and what level is the Qin Empire in it?" The old man asked slowly.

Zhan Wuque shook his head.

In the past ten thousand years, many mountains and rivers have changed, and the landforms have changed. Besides, the vast continent of the Gods was so vast that he didn't know where he was, and only knew that the land of the Qin Empire was under his feet.

Old Master Zhan looked up at the sky and said in a deep voice: "The Qin Empire has a vast territory and is divided into nine counties, and Qingyang City is affiliated to Qin Zhao County."

"There are hundreds of countries as powerful as the Great Qin Empire, scattered around the Great Qin Empire and are called hundreds of border countries."

When the old man said this, when he saw Zhan Wuque's expression was always calm, a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

"The Qin Empire and the hundreds of border countries stand behind the real power, Guiyi Pavilion."

"It is rumored that the King of Martial Arts is everywhere in Guiyi Pavilion, and even the powerful King of Martial Arts is very strong, and there are even the legendary Martial Spirit Powerful Ones"!

"Guiyi Pavilion controls these hundreds of countries, and there are countless sects like Guiyi Pavilion on this continent"!

"The Continent of Gods is divided into five continents, East continent, South continent, West continent, North continent and Zhongzhou, the most prosperous martial arts, and Guiyi Pavilion is located just a corner of the East continent."

Speaking of this, the old man showed yearning in his eyes, "Zhongzhou, that is a holy land of martial arts. According to legend, a servant there is at least the cultivation level of the Martial Emperor, and even a real god is in charge."

"God"?

Hearing this, Zhan Wuque finally heard something of interest.

His dantian was sealed by the oracle of gods, so he could not practice.

Zhan Wuque was a little anxious to know which god was in charge of Zhongzhou.

Although he only promoted twelve people to be the gods, many of them were blessed by him. I believe that ten thousand years have passed, if they have not fallen, they have already broken through and ranked in the gods.

"Wuque, you can set off to Qinzhao County tomorrow. Grandpa wrote a letter, and there is an old subordinate of my former son there. I believe it is not difficult to arrange you into Qinzhao Academy."

"Qinzhao College is not comparable to the small Qingyang College," the old man sighed, "Although Qinzhao County is not the strongest in the nine counties, it should not be underestimated."

"Especially Qinzhao Academy has gathered geniuses from hundreds of large and small cities under Qinzhao County. In small cities like Qingyang City, no genius has reached the threshold of Qinzhao Academy for many years."

Qin Zhao Academy? Zhan Wuque thought about it secretly.

Now that his cultivation level has been completely consolidated, he urgently needs a large number of treasures and cultivation treasures to break through. Qingyang City is no longer suitable for him to continue to stay. Qin Zhao Academy is a good place to go.

"There is one of the most important things," the old man's tone condensed, "Your parents never came back when they left, and the one who took them away was the great disciple of the Demon Sect, Mo Wentian."

"People from the Demon Sect are cunning by nature. If Mo Wentian had not repeatedly had a way to save you, they would not have... Alas, now it seems that there is much danger."

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes were a little wet.

No one knows how the old man survived so many years when he gave birth to a black-haired man.

"Demon Sect, Demon Asking the Sky", a cold light burst out from Zhan Wuque's eyes.

The Demon Sect, the old man mentioned just now, is a sect that can be compared with Guiyi Pavilion and is very powerful.

"Grandpa, don't worry, one day, I will personally climb to the Demon Sect Mountain Gate to ask clearly"!

Zhan Wuque's eyes showed murderous intent.

If the Demon Sect’s parents were unfortunate, he would definitely let the Demon Sect’s blood flow into a river!

The next day, it was just dawn.

Zhan Wuque stepped on a tall maroon war horse, which is a unique war horse in the Qin Dynasty, also known as the "sweat-blooded BMW". It can travel thousands of miles a day and is very rare, and it has extraordinary significance in the Qin Dynasty.

This kind of BMW will be registered as soon as it is born with a number hanging around its neck. It has always been only qualified to hold it in the imperial generals and royal family. Ordinary people are not qualified to contact it at all, and they will cause beheading.

"Wuque, I, an old friend, have been charging in battle for many years. I have saved me from danger several times. I am like brothers and sisters. You must treat it well." The old man gently stroked the horse's back with his hands, with a sense and gentleness in his eyes.

"hiss"!

The war horse neighed, as if responding to the old man, his huge eyes shining with tears.

"Huh", Zhan Wuque's eyes showed a strange light.

This war horse has become a spirit!

The sweat-blooded BMW is extremely intelligent, human, and talented. After years of fighting with the old man, he has learned some simple luck methods. At present, the strength of this war horse may be able to compete with the great martial artist.

"Grandpa, does this horse have no name?" Zhan Wuque had a little interest. It is rare to see war horses that can practice. This is not a war horse, it is already a demon horse.

"It's shameful to say that grandpa, I have been busy fighting everywhere all my life, and I have never thought of naming my love horse yet." The old man was stunned and immediately felt a little self-deprecating.

Even if you fight for the empire for a lifetime, what's the use of it? You're still impeached and retired and returned home.

Zhan Wuque was solemn and respectful when he heard this. The old man served the country and the people all his life, caring for the people, and he deserves respect!

"9527"?

Zhan Wuque saw a small gold medal hanging around the horse's neck and frowned slightly.

This is probably the number of this war horse and is not suitable for being a name.
Chapter completed!