Hun Ming stared at everyone fiercely and asked, "Dear Immortals, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hmph! Everyone can kill evil deeds."

Ji Hu just started the gun and pointed at Hun Ming and asked, "Do you still remember Ji Biao died in your hands a hundred years ago?"

A hundred years ago?

Hun Ming nodded as if he remembered, "A hundred years ago, Zhengman fought against Nanming Lake, and countless casualties were killed or injured. If you come today for revenge... I will take it." Hun Ming looked at everyone: "But what about you? Why?" The sudden questioning voice resounded throughout the valley.

A middle-aged man with short limbs and blue uniform said, "Hmph! We? You have the greatest soul and the supreme ones today. Where did you go to Nanming Lake back then?" Who could Qi Hai, the leader of the Qi Palace? I still remember the story of him being slapped away by his palm.

Yuxing Zhenren stroked his beard and said loudly: "Senior Brother Hun, although you and I do not plan together, I admire the battle at Nanming Lake. I have been practicing hard day and night for the past hundred years to learn about Brother Hun's magical skills again! Today I would like to ask Brother Hun to give me more advice!"

Yuxing Zhenren is worthy of being a leader of the lineage. He not only avoids the important and shows his position when speaking.

"Bah! He is hypocritical and has a false benevolence and righteousness." Chu Xiong cursed directly. He could not stand such a hypocrite who spoke benevolence and righteousness the most in his life.

Master Yuxing was not angry when he heard this. He just smiled slightly and didn't answer again, but there was a trace of helplessness on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, I'll accept it, too."

Although Hun Ming is full of passion, anyone can see the sadness in his expression. The situation in front of him is clearly annihilation. What are you asking for advice?

Hun Ming stepped forward and said with a gem: "A hundred years ago, the two factions of Zheng and Manchu cut stones and erected monuments, and made three rules. Our nine tribes retreated to the Barbarian Realm and could not enter the Central Plains, and you could not interfere in the Manshan Mountains. You all told them that they were orthodox families, and today they would also be villains who broke the contract?

Everyone calmed down when they heard this, and soon, a mean voice came: "What are the three rules? This method has nothing to do with us." Qi Hai pointed on his toes, his face full of sarcastic spirit.

Hun Ming looked in the direction of Han Kong Ren, and became more excited. Finally, he almost swallowed even more, saying, "Master, are you here on the day of alliance?"

"Amitabha, here."

Master Han Kong, who was watched by everyone, closed his hands together and closed his eyes.

"Okay, but over the past ten years, you have torn up the treaty, fought undeclaredly, killed our tribesmen, burned our mountain gates, and destroyed our seven tribes. Today, you are unreasonable to kill people when you go up the mountain. What's the truth? Is this what you call benevolence and righteousness?"

The voice of questioning echoed in the mountains, especially the last word "benevolence and righteousness", which was very frictional and harsh.

Han Kong was not excited, but said calmly: "You are a man in the Barbarian Realm. Ethics are broken, bloodthirsty and killing, and they do not cultivate benevolence. If you two don't want to suffer a catastrophe today, why not follow me to Fuyuan Mountain to practice for a hundred years. The affairs of your clan will be taken over by the legal person in my temple. Isn't this great?"

When Chu Xiong heard what he said, he ran away instantly, and his bones began to crackle. He had never met such an insult in his life, but the soul beside him seemed to flash a trace of hesitation.

At this moment, the calm Master Mo Zhu suddenly broke out and pointed at the Hun Chu and shouted: "The demonic demon only knows how to deceive the public. What qualifications do you have to talk about the truth with the Holy Monk Han Kong? Are you worthy?"

"Holy Monk?"

Hunming's mind moved and pointed at Han Kong as a sneer and said, "They are monks who value equality for everyone and sacrifice themselves to save others, but he indulged others in burning, killing, looting, and slaughtering creatures. How could he be worthy of the word "saint monk"?"

Fakong, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Hun Ming tightly, half-opening his mouth, and Shihe's fingers trembled slightly.

When Mo Zhu Zhenren heard this, he cursed: "Shut up, can people in the Manchu Sect be considered human?"

She pulled out the fairy sword and stepped forward, and was about to take action, but Yuxing Zhenren immediately grabbed her hand.

"Junior sister is calm and don't act irritating."

When Chu Xiong saw her appearance, he said happily: "The etiquette has collapsed? That's right, even if we barbarians do not understand etiquette, they will not be like you, a Taoist sect, like you, a Taoist sect, who will do things with a monk, and it will make the city full of wind and rain. Everyone knows it. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Chu Xiong deliberately bit the word "old" very hard, and even smacked his lips a few times at the end.

Mo Zhu's face turned pale and pointed at Chu Xiong for a long time and couldn't speak.

"You...you...I'll kill you."

That woman doesn't pay attention to the matter of fame and honor? What's more, this demon is talking nonsense in front of everyone.

The raged Master Mo Zhu looked like a lioness. How could Master Yuxing and Li Dongyang hold her? After she broke free, she saw him holding the fairy sword and chopping it over.

But she didn't know that her move seemed to admit the matter, and she happened to fall into Chu Xiong's plan.

Mo Zhu rushed into the sky, and the spiritual power of the Taoist sect was radiant. The Hanyue Fairy Sword in his hand burst out with a brilliant light. A sword arc fell down, and there was no remaining strength when he tried.

Chu Xiong was fearless and stood up and shouted, "Okay, I'll take your sword."

After saying that, he stretched out his palm, and the air was filled with clouds and ghost energy. A skeleton-like arm stretched out from the faint black fog. The palm did not dodge and grabbed it straight towards the fairy sword.

The black palm and the blue sword light collided violently in the air.

Bang ~

Two powerful spiritual powers burst into a brilliant light in the air, and the smoke and dust dissipated. The face of Mo Zhu Zhenren was red, and he couldn't control the surging blood and took a few steps back.

She was shocked. It was just an ordinary flesh palm that could actually block her Hanyue Sword.

The physical bones can actually compete with the fairy sword that cuts iron like mud. Demon? Is this a demon? No wonder the senior brother of the two meridians repeatedly reminds her to be careful before going out.

Chu Xiong's heart was even more shocked than her, and his whole arm was numb! If her skills were deeper and the sword just now had already cut his arm, he knew his skills. If he could not get a chance under a hard attack, he would only be more passive if he played the method.

He never expected that these decent up-and-comers would grow so quickly. It’s a pity that he was suppressed by the divine stones over the years and did not make any improvement in his spiritual power, so he suffered today’s secret loss.

Everyone onlookers also saw the trick. On Nanming Lake, his Jade Bone White Emperor Art was very brave. Today, he was just a girl who rose up and didn't take any advantage.

Hun Ming looked at the result of the two fighting, and his melancholy became even stronger.

However, the atmosphere of the various sects in the Central Plains became hot, and they were all full of energy, and the worries before coming were wiped out.

The nine tribes of the Barbarian Realm have stood for thousands of years. They tried their best to wipe out the seven tribes in a row. However, the two tribes of the Soul Bone are the backbone of this vast territory. The centipede insects die without being stiff. No one can guarantee that these two old ghosts will have no big killing moves. Before exploring the truth and reality, they dare not go and make a first bird.

Unexpectedly, Master Mo Zhu was too reckless and confirmed the previous rumors that the barbarian realm was indeed subject to some kind of ban.

A figure flashed in the darkness, pointing at Hunming and laughing strangely: "Hunming Old Dog, it seems that you are really doomed today."

The person who spoke was Qi Hai, the leader of Qi Palace, who was sarcastic just now. He didn't dare to show up head-on just now, but now he jumped out arrogantly.

The Yuxing Zhenren and Li Dongyang Zhenren also chased after him

"Junior sister, don't be impulsive. The demons of the Demon Sect like to bewitch people's hearts the most. You've hit his tricks by doing this."

———

At the foot of the Prisoner Wu Mountain, fire was rippling and killing sounds were everywhere. The righteous disciples rushed in like a tide, and the barbarian villages became a Shura hell.

In order to defend their homes, all the barbarians took up their weapons and fought back. Unfortunately, there were too many people coming, and they were submerged as soon as they fought.

The Central Plains is vast and has a strong population, and there are many cultivators. They have launched a large-scale invasion this time, obviously trying to wipe out them in one fell swoop.

At present, as long as a strong barbarian appears, a group of "righteous" disciples will siege and form a one-sided massacre as soon as they come into contact with the battle.

Soul Mie sighed to the sky, black clouds pressing against the mountains, rolling thunder, and the raindrops as big as beans fell on his face. He clenched his fists hard. He could die, but he was not afraid of death, but he couldn't let go of his concerns and regrets that had been buried for a long time.

He looked in the direction of Mr. Han Kong and said sadly and lowly: "Mr. Fakong, I don't know that the conditions you just mentioned may represent the heroes of the Central Plains?"

After saying this, he remembered his grandson kneeling on the ground and reciting the ancestral teachings that day, "The Seventh Soul Clan Ancestral Teachings, the Soul Clan men... can die or destroy... don't pray to others." And he spoke today, his heart was bleeding.

After these words, the crowd showed a look of surprise, and then each of them showed a playful expression on his face.

Qi Hai's laughter became even more rampant: "Think, of course, but Master Han Kong's four elements are empty, and he has long been missing for the world. If you really want to beg for mercy, you will kneel down and slap us three times. First, I will repent for the sins you committed back then, and second, I will also express your sincerity to surrender."

"Old dog, you are greedy for life and fear of death."

Chu Xiong looked at him in a rage, with incredible eyes. Although they were not in harmony, they had been through life and death together, and had been in the world. But when did they bow their heads to others? Although others called them "demons", when did he admit it? Today, Hun Ming said such words in order to survive. How could he not be in a state of mind?

Hunming looked at him, but after moving his Adam's apple a few times, he still couldn't speak. His sad expression was beyond words.

Ji Hu pointed at the two of them, and the thunder at the tip of the gun crackled, as if it would gush out like a tiger and wolf in the next second.

"Most of the people who come today have old grudges for you. If you want to be kind, it will be difficult. It is better to hand over the divine stone and break your tendons and veins. I can leave you a complete body."

Chu Xiong stepped forward and cursed angrily: "You fox tails have finally been revealed. They all claim to be the right sect of Mingmen. When they smell the fragrance, they still surround them like dogs? If you want to kill, kill them, why do you need to say too much?"

Even if you are a cattle and horse for others, it may be difficult to preserve today. Since you can't hide, why bother with it?

After saying that, his breath changed, and a trace of black air emerged from his body. Black mist rolled around him. He really rose to the ground and grew higher and higher. When the black mist dissipated, a huge human-shaped skeleton appeared. The blue jade-colored light slowly flowed with the black air, wrapping the whole body. The Jade Bone White Emperor Art has been fully opened.

Hun Ming stared at everyone and said sadly: "A hundred years ago, my nine tribes fought fairly with you. The rules were determined by you and the places were chosen by you. But you still lost and lost miserably. From then on, you became even more afraid of us and called us "demons". Unfortunately, my soul emperor was trapped by love and pity you for a woman from the Central Plains. He was willing to retreat to the Barbarian Realm, but you did not think of kindness. After the Emperor disappeared, he began to erode the Barbarian Realm. If you want to take revenge, don't you kill enough of my tribe? Why do you have to kill them all now?"

His voice was sad, as if he saw the tribesmen who died before in their hands, and his kind-hearted grandson. He had to endure it today, but he was helpless and unwilling to accept it. People in the world say that he is a demon, but even the "demon" is a physical body, with thoughts and feelings!

“Ami…”

"Master Han Kong, the upright faction has been led by my four mountains for thousands of years. You are in poor condition. Today, we should make a long-term plan for the overall situation!"

Master Fakong said only two words, but was interrupted by a heavy voice. The person who interrupted him was Ouyang Bo who spoke for the first time.

Fuyuan Mountain claims to be the first orthodox, and he himself is highly respected. However, the Central Plains has been passed down from ancient times and has a long history. It has a hundred races and has many hidden strong men and mysterious areas. Although there are many people coming today, they are only two or three of them. If you want to command the heroes, Fuyuan Temple is not enough, so he was speechless and couldn't say anything.

Ouyang Bo did not go to see him again, but said to everyone: "My fairy friends, my decent sect is one. Today, I will not be able to break my own way. It is better for us to make three rules. Who can get the heads of his two men? His sect will be given priority to comprehending the divine stone for ten years. How about it?"

Chapter completed!