Chapter 1107 The Young Master of the Witch Race

Wu clan, one of the nine ancient clans.

In the ancient times, dominate the world and enslave all races!

Wu Lu, as the young master of the Wu clan, naturally has a distinguished status and is respected by all ethnic groups.

It's a pity that in the ghost curse cemetery, he really couldn't feel the dignity of the young master of the witch clan, but felt extremely annoyed.

The Ghost Curse Cemetery is one of the nine forbidden places in the wild!

Except for the people of the nine clans, any aliens who step into it will be ruthlessly obliterated by the Wu clan!

It may seem like something is special, but for Wu Ruan, it is really boring to stay in the ghost curse cemetery all day!

It's like a well here.

The Heavenly Desolate Continent outside is the vast sky!

Everyone around is a member of the Wu clan.

He couldn't feel the pleasure of looking down at the wilderness and enslaving all races, as recorded in the ancient books of the Wu tribe.

I can't feel that kind of honor that stands on the top of the mountain and is respected and worshipped by all races!

The people of the Wu clan are immersed in the glory of the past all day long, and Wu Lu is quite disdainful.

In ancient battles, if you lose, you lose.

The witch clan squatted in this ghost curse cemetery, which was the result of their defeat.

It's nothing!

It's a big deal, this life will take back everything that has been lost!

Wu Rui had this idea more than once.

He has this qualification and this potential.

He is the young master of the Wu clan, the first of the younger generation!

He wanted to go out several times, but was stopped by the seniors in the Wu clan.

Finally, he had an opportunity.

About ten years ago, a person came to the ghost curse cemetery, a relic of the witch tribe, who was almost wiped out by the witch tribe.

It was the lonely soul beside him.

It was this person who made him realize that on the Desolate Continent, the human race was on the decline, and chaos had already appeared!

Finally, under his constant insistence, he and Daoist Lone Soul left the Wu clan, and Uncle Lan, who had taken care of him for many years, was worried and followed.

From Wu Rui's point of view, Uncle Lan was a little cautious.

Although he is in the Void Return Realm, but with his combat power, he can easily cross the big realm and slay the Faxiang Daojun of the murder family!

Even in the face of the fit power, with his many trump cards, he can still escape.

Leaving the Ghost Curse Cemetery this time will not be dangerous at all.

What's more, according to Daoist Lone Soul, among the four major dynasties in the Northern Territory, there is no fit power at all!

After ten years of preparation, the three left the ghost curse cemetery.

Similar to what Daoist Lone Soul said, the human race of the four dynasties is too weak!

A little Gu worm can kill many human races!

Wu Lu finally felt the thrill of looking down at the common people and taking charge of life and death!

Under his orders, Daoist Lone Soul kept releasing Gu insects, causing chaos in the Northern Territory, and seeing countless human races struggling and screaming, he was very excited!

Afterwards, the three of them boarded the Dragon Tiger Pavilion in person.

As Gushun Taoist expected, although Longhu Pavilion is a human race cultivation sect, but after learning their identities, they dare not have any disobedience.

Send many monks in the door for them to drive!

Of course, during this period, there were also cultivators who objected and were killed easily by him!

Recalling that the Faxiang Daojun who died in his hands, Wu Lu couldn't help but show a murderous smile on his face.

So cool!

Killing all the way, bloody all the way!

Wu Lu was really puzzled, how did such a weak human race, such a weak and timid cultivator, win the battle of the ancients in the first place.

Wu Lu looked at Misty Peak not far away, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his expression was indifferent.

This battle has been going on for most of the day.

He never made a move, and watched from the sidelines.

He enjoyed the feeling.

The group of cultivators on the main peak of Misty Peak were like ants, trembling with fear, and struggling to survive under his gaze.

The more frightened the group of monks, the more excited he was!

It's like cat and mouse.

If you bite the mouse to death in one go, there will be no fun.

Of course, this battlefield is not all ants.

"interesting."

Wu Lu stretched out his tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, and looked at the blond girl on the battlefield, with a hint of lewdness flashing in his eyes, and said, "I'm here to meet a girl with the blood of the Protoss!"

"This girl's bloodline of the god race is not pure, it's just a relic of the god race."

Behind Wu Lu, the blind old man whispered.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Wu Li smacked his lips and said, "Look at this figure, this small waist, and this appearance, it's really perfect! No wonder people say that all the people in the Protoss are handsome men and beautiful women, and the ancients don't deceive me!"

"This girl's protoss bloodline is not pure, and she can be born so beautiful, I'm moved."

Hearing these words, Daoist Lone Soul still didn't know Wu Rui's intentions, and said quickly: "This girl is just a relic of the Protoss, she is the maid of Su Zimo, a disciple of Misty Peak, and the young master can take her away! "

"Um."

Wu Lu nodded.

Looking at the blond girl who was still fighting on the battlefield, Wu Rie pouted, a trace of impatience in his eyes, and sighed, "It's almost the end of the game."

Daoist Lone Soul's eyes brightened.

This means that Wu Lu will take the shot himself!

"okay."

Wu Lu slowly got up, his figure seemed to have no gravity, he floated out of the battlefield, and said lightly: "It's not easy for you to persist until now."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Rui stretched out his finger and lightly moved in the direction of Xianhe.

The old Xianhe originally used the innate supernatural powers, the agile and elegant movement speed, and constantly shuttled in mid-air, even the two Fa Xiangdao monarchs could not restrain her.

suddenly!

Just after Wu Lu stretched out her finger, a dark green rope appeared strangely on her body!

"what!"

The old crane groaned.

This dark green rope, with a strong corrosive power, instantly corroded her wings and squeezed it into her flesh and blood!

The old crane felt that his body was about to be torn apart by the rope!

She had never seen this kind of method before, it was strange and inexplicable.

Even her innate supernatural powers can't dodge!

The eyes of the two Faxiang Daojuns were bright, and they burst out with magic, which directly bombarded the old crane!

boom!

Countless wings fell.

The old crane's body slammed heavily against the mask formed by the Protector Array of Misty Peak.

Click!

The mask is broken!

Sect Master Ling Yun and other Daoists returning to the virtual world were shocked, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and their expressions instantly slumped.

The old crane tried to stay awake, transformed into a human form, and fell into the crowd, so that the sect disciple was not injured.

But she was hit by witchcraft first, and was hit head-on by two spells. She was already severely injured and was unable to fight again.

If it weren't for the demon clan's physical strength, she might have already disappeared.

"Master!"

Seeing this scene, Nian Qi exclaimed.

A little wrong, her situation has become extremely dangerous, and she was almost hit in the body by several Faxiang Daojun!

"Give it up and save yourself the pain."

Wu Lu walked towards Nian Qi slowly, stretched out his palm, and shrouded Nian Qi, showing a wicked smile, and said, "No need to struggle, everything is in vain!"