Heavenly Dragon

A group of people from nothingness rested outside the valley for about half an hour. Everyone took this opportunity to bandage and treat the wounds on their bodies, trying to restore their physical strength and skills as much as possible.

But after all, this place is too close to the Valley of Myriad Tribulations. After resting for a while, everyone began to worry, fearing that the pursuers who were chasing behind would suddenly appear and be surrounded again.

Based on the above factors, Wu Wu took the dozen or so martial arts practitioners who had survived the battle and started to cross mountains and ridges, walking among various remote paths, leaving the Valley of Myriad Tribulations far away.

Seeing the Valley of Myriad Tribulations getting farther and farther behind, the worries in everyone's hearts disappeared little by little. After they walked for more than two hours, the worries in their hearts were completely eliminated.

At this time, the sun in the sky had already set, and a semi-circular bright moon rose overhead. The bright moonlight spread down, pure white and flawless, in stark contrast to the bloodstains on everyone's bodies, and the heavy and complicated mood.

In a dark and deep dense forest, there are faint fires that continue to flicker. A huge open space has been artificially opened up in the middle of the dense forest. There are more than a dozen trees that have been felled and rotten. It was burning fiercely, and the flames were dancing.

Around the bonfire, there were more than a dozen people from the rivers and lakes who had just fled here from the Valley of Myriad Tribulations. At this time, a group of them were sitting in front of the bonfire, and the surrounding fields were silent.

On top of the bonfire, there was a shelf, on which were placed some wild game that everyone picked up on the road. The fur of these wild animals had been stripped off, and they were placed horizontally on the shelf for roasting.

The fire was beating and the flames were swaying. The game meat on it was roasted shiny, golden and golden, exuding a strong meaty aroma, floating in the air.

The moonlit night was quiet, and the watery moonlight slid down from the top of the head, covering the ground, and the dense forest was very quiet, and sometimes there were a few low roars of wild animals and chirping of birds from a distance.

A group of people sat around the bonfire, forgetting about life and death, forgetting their identity in the world, thinking about nothing, doing nothing, just sitting quietly, waiting for the game on the fire to be cooked.

This is a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, where everyone's mood is relaxed, and the fatigue of the day is also dissipated little by little here, disappearing into the night.

In the middle of the crowd, Zuo Zimu and others were sitting around, sitting cross-legged on a giant tree with his eyes closed, he was adjusting his breath and recovering his exhausted skills.

Don't look at him showing his supernatural power today, he was invincible among thousands of troops, killing Duan Zhengming thousands of people fell to the ground one after another, and in the end he unleashed a huge wind almost miraculously.

There is a price to pay for all of this, especially the last palm push, which consumed most of his skills. It must be known that he has absorbed the skills of many masters, and his internal power is unmatched. Most of his skills are enough for Joe A master like Feng will be exhausted.

A wave of true energy circulated in his body with two special natures, both of which were so powerful that no one could contain the other, one was vast and the other was condensed and incomparable, everyone just Seeing that his face sometimes exudes a calm like water, vast like the sea, sometimes condensed like steel, brave and domineering temperament.

Everyone was horrified, some even wiped their eyes, and then looked again, wanting to know if their eyes were blurred, this feeling was fleeting and difficult to capture, in the end no one knew if it was a hallucination .

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Wu Wu exhaled slowly, raised his hands above the top, and then slowly lowered them down, making a gesture of retracting his work. When he opened his eyes, everyone saw it. , as if shooting out two strange rays of light, fleeting.

Looking at the crowd, Xu Wu slowly said: "Everyone, it can be said that everyone is lucky to escape from death today, but this kind of luck is inseparable. I wonder what plans you have in the future?"

"Master Xu, the fact that the few of us were able to escape today is not due to luck, let alone the elusive will of God. It is all thanks to your supernatural powers. You showed your supernatural power at the critical moment, so that we can escape." , at this moment, one person immediately bowed his hands towards nothingness, and said gratefully.

"That's right, it's all due to Master Xu today." The others nodded, and they all wanted to give their thanks to nothingness. This is also true. Without nothingness, none of them would be able to escape alive.

Of the few people who survived today's battle, who doesn't understand how critical the situation is today, who hasn't despaired and given up, and then when the nothingness appeared, that ray of dawn rose again, I saw a glimmer of hope.

The ups and downs are always the most unforgettable. At this moment, everyone can still clearly think of the Wuwu Fist sweeping thousands of troops, palms pushing guns, and finally the most terrifying thing that caused a violent wind. An invincible strong wind swept across the world and rescued everyone.

In the face of everyone's thanks and gratitude, Wu Wu took it easy and accepted it happily. He was frank in his heart, and he didn't feel a little bit of humility or embarrassment because of it. This is what he has put in and what he deserves. Too modest, sometimes it is artificial and hypocrisy too.

"Although I have fought bloody battles and tried my best today, I only rescued a few of you present. Unfortunately, there are still dozens of heroes who failed to escape, and their poor souls have been wandering in that empty valley since then. Nobody buried the bones," Wuwu sighed, with a trace of sadness and melancholy in his eyes, he raised his head and looked at the starry sky above, as if to see if the souls of those dead heroes had ascended to heaven.

Everyone also looked up, only to see the bright moonlight, brilliant stars, and little lights flickering in the boundless night sky, but they still couldn't find those familiar faces and dead war spirits.

"Master Xu Zhuang, don't be sad. Life and death are determined by God. Today, all martial arts colleagues died in battle. That's God's will, and manpower can't do anything about it." All deaths are attributed to the invisible providence.

"No, it's not God's will." Nihility's complexion sank, and his voice was angry, "It's Duan Zhengming and the Dali Duan clan who made them think that they are the royal family of Dali, and look down on me and other people in the rivers and lakes, and treat me like dung. Rude, oppressing and killing at will is simply unscrupulous."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent immediately, and no one came out to express their opinions, but they all lowered their heads, stroking the scars on their bodies, looking at the dried blood, with deep hatred and resentment in their eyes.

"That's right, the Duan clan is simply deceiving people too much. How dare they defy the world and slaughter us at will. It's too abominable." The man with one broken arm said viciously, and the remaining hand It slammed on the ground, causing a burst of dust and smoke.

"The Duan clan relies on their own power and has thousands of troops in their hands, so they don't take us seriously," another middle-aged woman said angrily. She is the owner of Qianhu Palace in Dali. Zi is violent and strong, and is very angry with Duan's behavior.

"That's right, the Duan clan is too arrogant and conceited. They can do anything wrong with their unique skills such as the one-yang finger and six-meridian sword..." "They raped women and children, and forcibly recruited strong men..." "They are despicable and indecent. Nasty..."

Everyone kept criticizing the Duan clan, no matter what they had or not, whether they were real or fake, or made up temporarily, but all kinds of evil deeds that could be thought of were directed at the Duan clan. The family's foreheads were buckled down.

Everyone here resents them to the extreme. After today's battle, the blood feud has been forged. Naturally, the more ruthless the better, it doesn't matter what is true or false.

Wu Wu became quiet at this time, did not speak, but let everyone vent their anger one by one, let each of them tell the faults of the Duan Clan with their own mouth.

A group of people were chattering, all kinds of words were said, Wu Wu frowned and relaxed, and his forehead was sweating. A man said that the Duan family was a group of lustful people. Regardless of ethics and morals, many of the clan were born to close relatives, and deformed children were sent to Tianlong Temple to be raised.

Another woman said that Tianlong Temple was actually a place where the Duan clan hid their filth, and it was also the backstage and strong support for their crimes. Some even said that there was actually a huge secret room built underground in Tianlong Temple, in which people from all over the world were imprisoned. The stunning women who were plundered were for the so-called eminent monks to enjoy at night.

In the end, they even dug out the ancestral graves of the Duan family, saying that when Dali was founded, it was actually the ancestors of Duan Zhengming and others who tried to usurp the throne, just like the two brothers who took Duan Yanqing's throne.

These people are all well-known and promising people. Although they cannot be said to have a golden eloquence, they are also full of promises. What they say is like splashed water, and generally they will not deny it.

If he hadn't been full of endless resentment and strong intent to kill the Duan clan today, he wouldn't have been so thoughtless, and even talked nonsense without asking why, just to vent his resentment.

At this time, their conversations arose, and the more they talked, the stronger the resentment in their hearts. Everyone talked together, and an atmosphere of worthlessness that vowed to criticize the Duan clan was gradually formed.

Once the words have been spoken, they will never be taken back, let alone in front of so many people, who dare not admit it, after today, when they are clear-headed, they will all find that they are talking nonsense at this time .

At that time, they had no choice but to admit this nonsense as a fact and truth. When someone in the world asks about it, they will say it is true even if they are beaten to death.

The ugly reputation of the Duan clan was established at this time, not to mention jumping into the Yellow River, even jumping into the sea, it would not be cleared away. Fame and reputation are the voices of people who comment on their names.