Chapter 913 Great Master Wu
Chapter 913: Great Master Wu (first update)
Wu Tianming carefully rode the dragon to lead the way. He basically flew thirty to fifty miles before turning back and nodding attentively to Wu Qi and the others. The wind was fierce at high altitudes. Wu Tianming's cultivation at the Nascent Soul stage was not even as strong as that of the immortal-level dragon he was riding. There was no way to speak at such a high altitude and he could only express himself with his actions. own kindness.
Wu Qi and the others rode on Bai He's back expressionlessly and followed Wu Tianming in front. The three of them were communicating with their spiritual senses.
"He seems to be an unlucky emperor."
"That's right, there are only eight priests accompanying you when you go out for a walk, and you don't even see a guard. It shows your desolation."
"Hmm, could it be that he is an emperor who is being ignored? Interesting, interesting."
"It seems that this time we go to the Wu Dynasty, we have to help the emperor fight for power."
"Hehehe, repeating the same old tune, I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time."
The three of them chatted happily, and Wu Tianming led the way in a hurry. After about two hours, the group flew out of the continuous mountains below, and a huge river valley appeared in front of them. This is a long and narrow plain left between the two mountain ranges, shaped like a mulberry leaf, four to five thousand miles at its widest point, and about a million miles long. A large river with a width of hundreds of miles rolls to separate the valley. Along the river are sparsely dotted many cities that were obviously just built not long ago.
The land in Pangu Continent is extremely fertile, and crop seeds will mature in about one or two months. In the land opened by the villages and towns around these cities, the large areas of crops are only slightly yellow. Judging from the appearance of the land, it looks like it has just been opened not long ago. These crops should be the first crops. The first wave of crops have not yet matured for harvesting, and these villages and towns have been established for less than two months.
Although it was a new arrival and people's livelihood had not been arranged yet, in the valleys on both sides of the river, seven or eight human countries were fighting in full swing. On the borders of these countries, there are densely packed military towns where large armies are stationed. Millions of soldiers are like ants surrounding these military towns to attack and kill each other. Murderous intent rises into the sky, and the shouts of killing shake the waves of the river. monstrous.
Just below the crowd, more than 200,000 people were fighting in a mass on a fertile field. From time to time, soldiers fell to the ground covered in blood, but after the purple energy lingered around their bodies for a while, they jumped up again and continued to fight with the enemy. Unless someone is quick and quick to chop off the enemy's head, the enemy in front of him will stand up again and again and continue to fight.
After watching for a while, so many soldiers were killed in one group, and it took less than half an hour to kill less than 200 people. Wuqi couldn't help but shake his head. This efficiency was too poor. How long will it take to decide the victory? burden?
Above this army,
A dozen priests were clearly divided into two teams, and they were using spells to fight against each other.
A group of priests used Wu Qi's extremely familiar spell of summoning meteors from high altitudes to bombard them. Small meteors were falling from the sky one after another, slamming into each other hard. The other team of priests used ice spells. Whenever a meteor hit them, they raised their hands and a thick piece of blue ice flew high into the sky. The meteor hit the ice and exploded with terrifying force. sound. The two sides had similar cultivation levels, and Meteor and Han Bing perished together at every turn, making it a draw.
Wu Qi and others stopped their heads and stared blankly at the two teams of priests gritting their teeth and persevering in their attacks and defenses. They watched for a full three hours. The two groups of priests exhausted their mana almost at the same time. Then they said a few words to each other, turned around angrily and flew towards the rear military camp.
The priests who were fighting in the sky retreated, and the sharp and high-pitched sound of gongs also sounded from the two armies on the ground. The two armies stopped at the same time amid the harsh sound of 'ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong.' The dead in battle sang military songs and retreated to the rear camp.
Seeing such a scene, Wu Qi remained silent for a long time. After a long time, he looked at Guiguzi: "Senior, have you ever seen such fighting on the battlefield?" Guiguzi rubbed his nose, grinned, then rolled his eyes and looked at the sky. But he doesn't even have the intention to evaluate this 'war'. How do you want him to evaluate it? Isn't it completely beyond Guiguzi's discernment?
Mo Zhai laughed loudly on the side, not to mention Gui Guzi, he could not stand such a battle scene. It was like a gourmet who was accustomed to delicacies from the mountains and seas and was suddenly served a large bowl of stewed pigweed. How could he be interested in tasting it?
Wu Qi smiled brightly, shook his head, and smiled at Wu Tianming, who was waiting respectfully in front: "Your Majesty, please lead the way."
Wu Tianming smiled respectfully, patted the dragon's horn, and quickly led the three of them to fly towards the triangular alluvial plain where a tributary and the main trunk of the river converged in the distance. On that triangular plain with a radius of more than 50,000 miles, there were hundreds of cities and countless villages and towns. Wu Qi's spiritual consciousness swept across this plain. Wu Tianming's Great Wu Dynasty was considered to be a powerful country with a large population. Three billion.
Compared with other countries in this river valley, the total population of the Great Wu Dynasty was far greater than that of several other countries. The country with the smallest population only had a population of more than 200 million, which was not even a fraction of that of the Great Wu Dynasty. However, there was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere hanging over the entire territory of the Wu Dynasty. The soldiers in the military towns on the border were also listless, and there was no morale at all.
There was something wrong with this country. Wu Qi narrowed his eyes and smiled. What he is looking for is this kind of country with problems, otherwise how can he make trouble from it?
The group of people quickly flew to the triangular top of the alluvial plain, where there was a large city with a total population of more than two million. The ten-foot-high city wall was made of pure white shining marble, with a large number of figures painted on it with black material. The rune restrictions and the contrasting colors of black and white give the city a mysterious and majestic atmosphere. The streets in the city are neatly planned, and the neighborhoods are scattered like a chessboard. The city is lined with green trees, clean and comfortable, and it is a very nice big city.
The dragon that Wu Tianming was riding had just flown over the city when he heard a roar of thunder. A green-scaled wildebeest roared angrily, stepped on four fire clouds and rose into the sky, heading straight towards Wu Tianming. Come. An old man wearing golden heavy armor, majestic and full of murderous aura, was riding on the back of a wildebeest. He was still far away from Wu Tianming when he sternly shouted: "Where has your majesty gone? Didn't the old minister tell your majesty that the current situation of the war is It’s not good for me, Da Wu, so your majesty can’t leave the palace?”
The old man had a square, black face, which looked just like the bottom of a pot. He had a pair of eyebrows, a pair of triangular eyes, and a big catfish mouth. He looked like a vicious person, not a kind person. A good citizen of duty.
Wu Qi's spiritual consciousness swept over the old man. Yes, he was practicing another body-building technique of the human race, the Nine-Turn Immortal Body. Compared with the Heaven and Earth True Body Technique, which has a higher degree of balance, the Nine-Turn Immortal Body was a walking skill. An extreme technique that focuses exclusively on defense, absolute strength, and powerful vitality. People who practice the Nine-turn Immortal Body are the most troublesome fortress-like combat power on the battlefield, and it often takes several people with similar cultivation levels to suppress them.
Moreover, the old man's Nine-turn Immortal Body has been cultivated to the level of the One Yuan Pangu Tian Nine Star Realm. This strength is comparable to the first-grade Golden Immortal. Compared with Wu Tianming's pitiful Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, this old man can kill him with a casual slap. One million Wu Tianming.
Seeing the old man, Wu Tianming shivered subconsciously. He put his hands on Jiaolong's back and his butt slid back two or three feet along Jiaolong's back. He stammered and smiled dryly at the old man: "Uncle Emperor, you, you..."
The old man rode a wildebeest and rushed straight to Wu Tianming, and casually slapped the dragon Wu Tianming was riding on the head. The dragon howled miserably, and its head the size of a water tank was smashed into pieces. Blood sprayed all over the old man's face, and the dragon's huge and heavy body fell to the ground. Wu Tianming was so frightened that he stood on a thin cloud, trembling all over, and barely had the courage to look at the old man.
The old man sneered and scolded in a low voice: "You ignorant beast dares to leave the palace with you privately. You should all deserve to die!"
Looking around Wu Tianming, he could not see the eight priests who were killed by Wu Qi's sword. The old man couldn't help but roared: "Where are the eight personal guards of His Majesty? Huh? Where are they? These damn things, they are gone." Where?"
Wu Qi coughed slightly and stood up slowly. A purple cloud under his feet slowly flew to Wu Tianming's side. He looked at the furious old man and said calmly: "Those eight losers? They are dead. They were chopped down by Grandpa Daojun's sword!"
The furious old man suddenly calmed down. He looked Wu Qi up and down with squinted eyes for a while, then asked cautiously: "May I ask who the immortal is?"
Wu Qi coldly slapped his shoulder with half of the sword hilt exposed, and said coldly and arrogantly: "The poor Taoist will kill the Dao Lord seven times."
Guiguzi hummed weakly with a sullen face: "The old Taoist Taoist Lord Greedy Wolf."
Mo Zhai stiffened his face and rolled his eyes, snorting coldly: "Poverty Taoist, Po Jun Dao Lord!" When he said this, Mo Zhai's face blushed slightly unnoticed. He felt that this was a bit embarrassing and embarrassing. How old is it? Who is Mo Zhai? Why did he agree to Wu Qi to follow him out to deceive others?
Without any psychological burden, Wu Qi plagiarized the Taoist names of the three Star Lords of Sha Po Lang. Wu Qi snorted coldly at the slightly stunned old man: "You can ask Your Majesty who we are!"
Wu Tianming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly smiled and said: "Uncle, these are the imperial masters that my nephew specially hired for my great Wu Dynasty! The three imperial masters have profound magic power and great supernatural powers. This is something that my nephew has witnessed with his own eyes. . With the three national masters joining us, our Wu Dynasty will be able to sit back and relax in Pangu Continent!"
The old man was stunned, and he roared subconsciously: "National Preceptor? Who gave you the power to hire these three wild Taoists to be the National Preceptor? I, Wu Dijie, am the regent of Da Wu, and I am responsible for all major national affairs in Da Wu. Your Majesty How dare you hire these three wild Taoists?"
Guiguzi suddenly spoke, and his cold voice made Wu Diya shut his mouth suddenly.
"Just a regent, you must understand the regent's duty. You are just the king, your majesty, he is the emperor of Wu! How dare you commit a crime and mess with the rules of the Wu Dynasty? Could it be that the regent has the intention to slander the throne? Are you rebellious?"
With a single word, a big black pot was firmly placed on Wu Diya's forehead.
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