The Sword Saint and other Martial Emperors all took a breath of cold air in horror, and they all took a step back involuntarily!

It was as if the murderous aura was concentrated on itself, but Wang Ce didn't care at all. He stood coldly with his hands behind his back and looked at Song Wushen condescendingly.[..com]

This wonderful scene actually made people feel that Wang Ce's momentum surpassed Song Wushen.

Song Wushen's face changed for a while. He sneered with a sneer, slowly looked up at Wang Ce, laughed wildly, and was completely shocked: "I underestimate you."

The laughter was shocked, and the last fig leaf and skin was torn off, and he became even more naked: "Yes, God just needs the true essence and essence of Emperor Wu."

"You guys have some ability, but you can see through it, so what? I might as well tell you that as long as you get your true essence and essence, I can get out of trouble from now on! Hahaha!"

The sensual laughter was extremely erect, showing increasingly unconcealed arrogance. He didn't care whether he was noticed. He had full confidence. As long as he stepped into his will space, no one could escape.

The only difference is that he will either be killed or contribute true essence and essence to death!

He is one of the three great martial gods who have lived for more than 5,000 years, and he doesn't even bother to hide anything in front of these ants.

The Sword Saint, Ji Qianbai and others looked at each other, their faces turned pale first, and then turned pale. They looked at each other again, and regained their original goals.

Wang Ce did not notice the expressions of the Sword Saint and Master, and gently stroked his face, locked his eyebrows for a while, and suddenly laughed: "The world respects the three martial gods, but it turns out that the three martial gods are such rough people and such uneducated people!"

Song Wushen's face froze, he stared at Wang Ce with anger and said coldly: "Yes, I am a rough man. But if you weren't for the four of us and others defeating the gods back then, how could you have a chance to laugh at me today!"

The Sword Saint and others all looked embarrassed.

For five thousand years, the three martial gods that people worship and admire have been embellished by many generations, and they are almost perfect in just a few hands. But no one would have thought that the martial gods were so vulgar.

It is the most fatal contrast with the perfect martial god in my impression, and it is simply the extremes of two tumults.

The image of the martial god in the hearts of Sword Saint and others collapsed instantly.

Today, most of the warriors are literate, and most of them have been educated in culture, but they are more or less well-read. I dare not say that they are well-read in poetry and books, but they are somewhat knowledgeable about literature. Wang Ce's predecessor studied in the school for several years.

Many warriors are actually full of knowledge and only study, which is definitely no worse than the various scholars' academy.

But five thousand years ago, human civilization had just started, and the three great martial gods were born in that era. If you want to say that you are full of knowledge and eloquence, you will definitely be talking lies with your eyes open.

A saint was born before the gods' war. Someone can inherit the saint's thoughts and knowledge and carry out cultural dissemination. That is after the gods' war.

The era before and after the war between the gods was the year when humans and the gods fought. I am afraid it was more of the survival of the jungle law. Not to mention that there might not be much cultural heritage at that time, even if there were, the three great martial gods would never have the time to learn in order to fight against the gods.

Fortunately, the three great martial gods fought side by side with the saints when they were broken. In addition, reading some books over the years has been a little influence, so they can pretend to be gentle before.

Disguise is disguise. The essence of Song Wushen is still the people of that era. It is probably not an exaggeration to describe it as vulgar, rough, or even barbaric.

Wang Ce is not afraid of smart people, literati people, or disciplined and organized people.

The only thing Wang Ce is afraid of is people with simple minds or rough styles.

Once you meet such a person, Wang Ce can tell the story of his mouth, and he ignores it at all, or simply fails to think of the consequences and directly swings his fist and hits it.

Although Wang Ce is awkward and willful, he is also a person with direct and rough style. But what he fears most is this kind of person.

What capitalists fear most is not breaking the law, but the proletariat that breaks the shackles. What landlords fear most is not the court, but the bandits. When Wang Ce did business in his previous life, he feared the most was not the law, but the "bandits" wearing a layer of imperial court skin.

Wang Ce discovered that the Song Wushen in front of him seemed to be the master with such a rough style.

While racking his brains, Wang Ce looked at Zhuqueer solemnly: "I wasn't sure if you were really trapped in the cliff of the world. Until now, I know I guessed it right."

Song Wushen looked up at him coldly: "Boy, you're about to die, how can you say so much nonsense?" He remembered that he was misled by Wang Ce and thought he had only taken action a month later, but in ten days, he was furious.

"There will definitely be some things to say." Wang Ce looked around intentionally, and exchanged a look with Ji Qianbai, Sword Saint and others: "You always have something you want to know!"

Song Wushen was unmoved: "If you kill you, I will naturally know in the future."

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled: "Then, do you know where the ancient martial god is." After a pause, he rubbed his chin: "The cliff of the world and the road to the sky are the most extraordinary treasures. I think it will not fall into the hands of ordinary martial emperors."

"I don't know, Song Wushen, were you accidentally trapped here? Or was someone else plotted against?" Song Wushen's face turned pale in an instant.

Wang Ce did not raise his head and smiled softly: "It seems that he was plotted against. Who has such great ability to plot against a martial god?"

The Sword Saint blurted out in horror: "Martial God!"

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes and said, "Who will the ancient martial god be?" This statement seemed to hit the key point of the Song Wushen, and he suppressed his anger, and he was like a look of "I see how much nonsense you can say..."

Ji Qianbai and others were beating inexplicably, and their blood was boiling. They vaguely felt that Wang Ce was about to reveal some key points.

"You are not dead in Song Wushen, the martial arts god and the ancient martial arts god are most likely not dead." Wang Ce seemed careless, but Yu Guang was paying attention to Song Wushen.

Song Wushen indeed browed and said coldly: "Hergent is dead, he died back then. In your words, he died in the war of gods." He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth with cold words: "Boy, if you have the ability, just tell me, how did the old scholar die!"

When Ji Qianbai and other nine martial emperors read the meaning, they immediately felt shocked and their faces changed wildly!

Before Wang Ce could speak, the Song Wushen spit out the cold word by word: "Boy, you must have never imagined. The old-fashioned died of an accidental attack when the god war you mentioned happened to the end!"

"Hahaha, how damn it! He has experienced many battles, but he was attacked to death by the Gods Martial God when he was about to win. Haha, it's so damn ridiculous."

Song Wushen laughed wildly, and the resentful light pierced almost everyone's heart: "That martial god of the god clan should have been killed by a Gu surnamed Gu, who was so sophisticated that he would not die, and he would not have been attacked by sneak attacks. But he died just because his mother was attacked by sneak attacks haha!"

But laughter is more uncomfortable than crying.

Song Wushen's crazy laughter rolled back and forth in the underground cave like thunder, but it was filled with infinite sorrow and sadness.

"It's like brothers, hahaha, what a shit like brothers."

"Eat and live together, fight and take blood together. After years of friendship, it can't resist his wish of Gu's surname. His mother is about to win, and he actually attacked the veteran, haha, what a fucking shit."

"I have been fighting with the gods for many years. I haven't died, but I just... Haha, I died under the plot of my own brothers."

Song Wushen laughed wildly as if he was crazy. Five thousand years of anger and five thousand years of resentment were tilted in the endless bitter laughter.

The laughter shouted like thunder: "Guess, boy, aren't you claiming to be smart? Guess why his surname Gu attacked his brother? You can't guess. Hahaha."

"We finally defeated the gods. Back then, all the human warriors joined forces just to remove the guys who thought they were arrogant and guided our human development. How many people fought bloody battles and were buried in it in order to achieve this goal."

"Guess how he personally told me!"

Wang Ce Moran, Ji Qianbai and others were about to jump out of their hearts. A vague guess was about to come out.

Song Wushen looked at everyone tightly and laughed wildly, but the laughter was even more uncomfortable and sad than bitter: "He has a surname of Gu, and he wants to be the Emperor of Humanity."

"He has a surname Gu, but he actually wants to be the immortal human emperor!"

"The man with the surname Gu is even worse than the gods. The gods are just high-ranking and think that they are self-guided, which makes people feel annoying. However, the man with the surname Gu wants to be the eternal ruler of the nine continents."

There is actually such a secret!

Ji Qianbai and others gasped, shocked. Wang Ce's face remained unchanged and his eyes were clear.

Song Wushen laughed sadly and burst into tears: "It's so unfair to die in an experienced manner. We fought with the gods so unfairly. The blood of many people back then was gone in vain."

Ji Qianbai and others felt this sadness, and they all felt a little sad and wasted.

Wang Ce's eyes were gentle and calm: "So, a hundred years after the war of gods, you assassinated the ancient martial god."

Song Wushen's eyes were lost: "Boss..." Wang Ce's eyes lit up and he remained silent. Song Wushen said: "Yes, I was the one who assassinated him. However, I was also plotted by him, so I was trapped by the cliff of the world from then on."

He suddenly looked up and said fiercely: "I have always suspected that he was not dead, but just fell asleep in a special way. His descendants have been moving, as if they were hoping to wake him up."

"You don't know that he is the highest cultivation among the three of us. Once he wakes up, no one in Jiuzhou will be able to stop him!"

Song Wushen glanced around for a week, his eyes full of pain and self-blame touched Ji Qianbai and others: "I just want to get out of here, kill him, make up for the mistakes I made back then, and completely eliminate the crisis for Jiuzhou!"

"It took me more than 4,000 years to finally rely on the help of the Martial Emperor. I am about to get out of trouble today."

Song Wushen’s eyes were full of sincerity: “Please help me and help me fulfill the last necessary responsibility!”

The sincere eyes and sad emotions made Ji Qianbai and others feel the same way. They were touched for a moment, and their thoughts were shaken. The King of Humans sighed and was the first to move towards the white jade...

Wang Ce sighed clearly: "Uncle Wang, if I were you, I would definitely not believe this Song Wushen."
Chapter completed!