Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1255 Wu·Arrogant Layman·?
The Qingkong clan is very powerful. This clan ranks 78th among all the clans in the ancient world. Its level is very high. Not to mention the high-level saint ancestors in the clan, plus the four ordinary saints, the dozens of spiritual masters alone are enough to establish a sect in some small places.

Oh, according to the customs here in the prehistoric continent, it should be called the creation of a racial alliance.

All adults in the Qingkong tribe are at least first-level professionals, which is a cliff-like crushing advantage in the prehistoric continent.

There are too many races that remain ordinary life forms after they grow up. Even the dragon race has ordinary dragons. Of course, because of the dragon race’s own powerful genes, even ordinary dragons can fight against extraordinary people.

The Qingkong people have natural lightning abilities. As we all know, the power of lightning is always superb.

The strongest ancestor of the Qingkong clan, Qing Thunder Yao, is famous for the thunder he controls among the high-level saints. After all, even the high-level saints will have their holy path damaged by this blue thunder.

"Ah, the electric type. I was also into electric a long time ago. I can even say that the power I first researched was electric. Even my bloodline is stuck at the B-level electric elf archer. There's nothing I can do. The version evolves too fast and my bloodline can't keep up. I thought the elf archer's simulation would last a long time, plus the physical strength increase. After all, the increase in the three-arrow burst arrow in the later stage can make Zhang Heng's physical fitness comparable to that of the destroyer Zheng Zha. Alas, but it's not as good as the S-level plasma spark crystal core."

The Qingkong tribe’s military camp was in a mess. No, the word “messy” is not quite appropriate. We generally don’t use the word “messy” to describe places that have suffered doomsday disasters.

"Wu Ming, you are courting death!"

"If you hadn't provoked me first, why would I have taken action against you?" Wu Jie was playing with the Great Lord's special weapon, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, and said to the high-level saint, Blue Thunder Yao, who was not far away, without paying any attention: "Really, if you just let me pass through your camp, nothing will happen. You can even let me stay for a meal. Why do you have to fight me?"

"asshole!"

The body of the Holy Dao that shines with radiance is trembling, and you still pass by me? And you still stay for a meal?
Don't you have any idea of ​​your situation?

All races are calling for his destruction!
Now all the races want to kill you, Wu Ming. Everyone knows that your strength is just a spiritual level. At best, you are a temporary saint. It's good enough if you can escape from the hands of the saint. Aren't you so arrogant just because you rely on the saints under the command of Kong Xuan and the God of Devil?
If you stayed in the camp, we would be too busy conquering the Silver Land to bother with you, but you came to our territory alone and wanted to stay for a meal? If I don't capture you, it's not a matter of whether I can hold my head up in front of other high-level saints in the future. It means that other tribes will suspect that our Qingkong tribe is going to betray us!

Are we still going to mix and match in the future?!

Wu Jie looked at the frustrated high-ranking saint of the Qingkong clan and sneered.

He really didn't know what Chu Xuan was thinking, but he had a cheat. He had read the Great Lord chapter of the prehistoric history, and he knew what the original Chu Xuan had done!
It's just a shit stirring stick!

If all the races in the entire prehistoric continent are in danger, then there will be fun.

Wu Jie estimated that the original seventh possibility was that Zheng Zha defeated the 35th clan in less than an hour. His exact strength was unclear but he definitely had not reached the third-level Saint. If he was a third-level Saint, it would be impossible for a high-level Saint to escape alive.

So now he has one day and he is also a second-level saint. At least defeating ten of the top 100 races should not be a problem?
With Zheng Zha added in, if we don’t take Huang and Xiantian into account, the two brothers can kill all of Honghuang Continent except for the Saint Position of the Great Lord Camp.

"Actually, I have to thank you. Ever since I entered the Linsheng realm, no, ever since I learned from Wukong and truly began to release the light of my soul, I have been unable to fight back, you know? I can't beat the strong ones, I can't beat them at all. There's no need to fight the weak ones, I can crush them to death with a flash of my mind light, even ordinary saints can be crushed, there are only so many high saints, where can I find one?"

"Arrogant!" A Qingkong clan saint attacked in anger. It had not yet updated its version and had no idea how big the gap was between the first and second levels, although they were both saints, and how big the gap was between the prehistoric calendar and the human calendar.

The light blue lightning arrow shot towards Wu Jie, but Wu Jie didn't even look at it. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed the blue lightning arrow that was powerful enough to annihilate the stars. The universe of light in his body released a trace of essential power, rendering the arrow golden and slamming it in the original direction. The golden arrow directly penetrated the dimensional restriction and shot at the high-dimensional holy path!

The cyan-gold lightning tore through the ceiling, and the high latitude appeared directly at the top of the sky. The cyan-gold current turned into a torrent that washed over the entire Holy Path. The Saint of the Azure Sky Clan who made the move didn't even have time to react. The bird opened its beak and only made a sound that couldn't be expressed in words, and then the entire body disappeared between heaven and earth.

Blood rain fell, and a wailing sound like crying appeared between heaven and earth.

Blood rain fell from the sky, and heaven and earth mourned together.

This is a sign of the complete fall of the holy throne.

The holy path of the higher dimensions was reduced to ashes, and the traces engraved on the multiverse were easily erased.

"You are such a loser, you are even worse than that guy Cthulhu. As expected, you guys have been pampered for so many years and you don't know how to fight at all, or you have forgotten how to fight."

After the battle of the two emperors' enthronement, it can be said that the holy throne of all the ancient races has never again had a chance to take action.

Because it is not allowed. This is an era of rapid development. Who would be willing to fight to the death with an opponent of the same level? If one's holy path is damaged accidentally, then if you are lucky, you may sleep for countless tens of thousands of years. If you are unlucky, you may never have the chance to wake up in this lifetime.

——A tribute to the famous King of Sleepiness, the Holy Vampire Clan, Hidden.

Regardless of whether these saints had experienced hundreds of battles before becoming saints, or had almost no battles and practiced directly to the level of saints, they were destined not to have much combat experience in the saint realm.

As for Wu Jie, there weren't many, but compared to this group of guys, there were still too many. Especially in this environment where there was no Five Elements to suppress the universe and high and low dimensions were not blocked, the high-dimensional Saint Dao was attacked directly from the real plane!
In human history, the Five Elements govern the universe, and saints from higher dimensions cannot interfere with the real world at will, but this is also a disguised protection, protecting the saints from having their holy paths destroyed by mortals in the real world.

But in this version, there is no such benefit.

All I can say is that there are indeed pros and cons.

"Wu Ming, you will die a miserable death!"

"Then prove it with your actions, not your beak!"

(End of this chapter)