My God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, would rather die than be in the mountains

Chapter 256

The eyes fell, it was those people from the Mu and Shui tribes.

It's endless.

But if you think about it carefully, the elders have all been defeated. This is a great shame for the Chaos Realm tribe!

They will definitely not let it go, Zhao Lang has already thought of this.

"Old Ancestor, I want to see what schemes you have."

Thinking in my heart, Zhao Lang's voice was transmitted to Yang Jian.

"Someone is coming for you."

Hearing Master Zu's voice, Yang Jian, who was concentrating on cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking around, he really found several people approaching here cautiously.

These guys were cultivated as quasi-sages, but they were not much different from Yang Jian.

But for some reason, when approaching Thunder Prison, they suppressed their spiritual power and dared not release it easily.

"That guy is right there!"

One of them pointed to where Yang Jian was, and one of them slowly walked out of the sparks of the thunder prison lightning.

He holds a three-pointed double-edged gun in his left hand and a magic sword in his right hand.

The magic sword is even more mysterious.

The person in the lead glanced over, and found that the magic sword was full of spiritual power!
After a while, he noticed it from the looming Thunder Snake on it.

This is the sword of the great way!

It is still the extinct Dao of Thunder!
This kid is indeed as the elder said, he is full of treasures!
This kind of cultivation actually has so many magic weapons of the Law and Dao on him?

Could it be that he is the son of luck?
The Chaos Realm is similar to the Great Desolation, and it also has things like luck karma.

It's just that in the prehistoric world, Ren didn't take such things seriously.

Confused, Yang Jian had already come to them.

"What? This time, a few people with low cultivation levels were replaced?"

This sentence is obviously provocative.

Of course Zhao Lang taught Yang Jian what he said.

Hearing this, those people were startled.

Compared with everyone who came before, the tone was a bit more polite: "The patriarch has an order, let me wait to invite you to the clan, and we will hold a banquet to express our apology."

Oh?
Zhao Lang, who observed everything, smiled lightly.

Isn't this the "Hongmen Banquet"?

No one with a brain would believe such a thing as respecting the emperor and entering the urn.

"Master?"

Yang Jian couldn't make up his mind, so he asked Zhao Lang.

The latter smiled lightly and echoed with him.

"It's okay, just go and have a look, I'm the ancestor of everything."

Hearing the master's words, Yang Jian naturally gained confidence.

Seeing that the other party agreed, they were also taken aback.

How refreshing?

The guy in the lead thought to himself.

"Hehe, this time I will let you come and go! All the masters and seniors in the clan are here, and it will be hard to escape when the time comes, let's see if you can still be as tough as this?"

Although he still put on a smile on his face, he looked quite polite.

But what he thought in his heart, in the eyes of Daoist Zhao Lang, there was nowhere to hide.

Therefore, Yang Jian left Thunder Prison and went with them towards the secret territory of the Dao.

Because the former had seriously injured all the elders in the opponent's clan before, even if these guys had evil intentions, they shouldn't attack them here.

But when it comes to the Mu clan, it's not necessarily the case.

There are no books along the way.

Soon, several people arrived in the form of a rainbow.

With a sweep of his divine sense, Zhao Lang was taken aback.

He didn't expect that the human race in the chaotic world would develop so fast?
Although there is also a certain connection with the prehistoric world, the Chaos Realm is developing faster than the former?

In the tribal period of Zhou Zhan, the tribe could only live in some simple leather tents.

However, the Mu family in front of me, how can it be described as a family?
Totally Wooden City!
There is a huge city in front of me, even comparable to Luoyang in the Shang Dynasty!
Entering the city, along the way, there are many human races.

Among these people are ordinary people and practitioners.

But as long as you are a cultivator, your cultivation base is basically above the Golden Immortal.

It is indeed the world of chaos!

It is so friendly to practitioners!

Zhao Lang smiled wryly, remembering how many thousands of years he had retreated in that cave in Buzhou Mountain?

Only in exchange for this cultivation base.

But in the world of chaos, as long as there is a little talent in cultivation, it is very likely that in just a few hundred thousand years, it is possible to prove the Tao and become a saint!

So ironic!

But on second thought.

Although people in this chaotic world practice fast, the relative price is a dangerous living environment.

It is conceivable that if there is no spiritual power and no influence to rely on.

How long can one live in this chaotic world?

I'm afraid those with a lower cultivation base will not be able to survive a day.

I was thinking about it in my heart, but Yang Jian had followed those people to the city.

There are some places in the city that look more prosperous.

That is the interior of the Mu clan.

Some of the spiritual power contained in it is also very large.

Dao sages accomplished by the Dao Law are not very weak.

It's just compared to Zhao Lang's cultivation.

The cultivation base of these guys, in the prehistoric world, which one can not be a person who can set off turbulent waves?

Not long after, they came to a palace.

After layers of notifications, Yang Jian finally entered the palace.

Seeing that a banquet was really put on, Zhao Lang couldn't help admiring that these guys really did a full set of plays!

Continuing to observe, he saw that Yang Jian had already taken his seat.

In the middle of the hall is the patriarch of the Mu clan, who looks like a middle-aged man.

Avenue saint.

Behind him, there are five or six people, all with old faces.

Even the seriously injured Great Elder had almost recovered at this time, sitting there.

They are all great saints!
There were several people sitting on the side, one of them caught Zhao Lang's attention.

"It turned out to be him?"

With a faint smile, Zhao Lang sent a voice transmission to Yang Jian to tell him not to worry.

When Yang Jian heard Master Zu's voice, his heart was naturally in his stomach.

Among all the cultivators, Yang Jian has always felt that Master Zhao Lang is the strongest one, and even Daozu Hongjun cannot be compared with him.

And his judgment was not only based on his cultivation, but more partly derived from his observation of Zhao Lang.

Kind-hearted, informal, jealous of evil...

If you give him a chance, let him praise his master.

I'm afraid Yang Jian can last for three days and three nights.

At this time, the patriarch of the Mu clan clearly had a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Presumably, I originally thought it was a great power of cultivation, so I prepared to be polite first and then fight.

But after seeing Yang Jian, his spiritual thoughts were swept away.

Just quasi-sage?

Puzzled, he frowned.

Looking at the Great Elder beside him, the latter nodded his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

After a while.

"It's you who killed my son and seriously injured the elders of our clan?"

The voice of the Mu Clan patriarch came out, and the hall suddenly became quiet.

Everyone fixed their eyes on Yang Jian.

It is not difficult to detect the murderous intent in it.

However, Yang Jian was not panicked.

With the master here, what is he afraid of?
"Yes."

Yang Jian nodded and answered simply.

But after a while, he seemed to remember something again.

When everyone's joints were creaking, he continued.

"But your second son was not my victim."

Hearing this, some people in the hall couldn't sit still.

They were the ones who brought the second son's body back and sued Yang Jian to the eldest son.

"Patriarch, don't listen to this guy's nonsense, I will see it with my own eyes, it is the second son he killed!"

A few people stood up, reporting to the Mu Clan patriarch with panicked expressions and gritted teeth.

"Since you are stubborn, there is no need to argue."

Zhao Lang snorted coldly, and the sound came into Yang Jian's ears.

The latter nodded and took his seat calmly.

He hadn't seen food among the human race for a long time, so he, an ascetic, felt a kind of hunger right now.

Looking at the food in front of him, Yang Jian stretched out his hand lightly.

"poisonous."

Zhao Lang swept his brows, and even reminded him.

Yang Jian was startled, and withdrew his hand.

Seeing that this guy was so defiant, many people in the hall couldn't sit still at this moment.

"Patriarch, do it!"

Just then, a voice came out.

Everyone is like a pile of dry firewood, burning at one point.

With all their spiritual energy being displayed, they were ready to strike at any time.

"This is what you call peace? It seems that the Mu clan is nothing more than that. Are you going to have this reputation in the future?"

Yang Jian's expression remained calm, full of disdain.

The Mu clan patriarch frowned.

indeed.

Saints all over the world are the same.

There is nothing else to care about, just a face!
face!

Thinking of this, he could only wave his hand lightly.

"Well, give me a reason not to kill you."

The majestic voice is mixed with the majesty of this saint.

However, at this moment, Yang Jian slowly got up.

Zhao Lang's primordial spirit secretly cast a spiritual force.

Suddenly, a void black hole slowly appeared on the beam of the main hall.

Feel the sudden fluctuation of spiritual power in the hall.

Everyone was shocked!
The elder's eyes were filled with fear.

This is it!

That's what it feels like!

The breath of death!
(End of this chapter)