Chapter 913: The Great Wu National Master (first update)

Wu Tianming carefully rode the dragon in front of him, and basically flew over thirty or fifty miles before turning back and nodding at the Wuqi and the other two. The high altitude was fierce, and Wu Tianming's cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage was even worse than the dragon in the celestial fairy realm he rode. He had no way to speak in such a high altitude, and could only express his kindness with his own actions.

Wuqi and the other two rode on the white crane's back with expressionless faces and followed Wu Tianming in front of them. The three of them were using their spiritual sense to communicate.

"It seems like a bad emperor."

"Yes, there are only eight priests accompanying you when you go out to walk, and you don't even see a guard, which shows that you are in a downturn."

"Well, is it a emperor who is overthrown? Interesting, interesting."

"It seems that when we go to the Great Wu Dynasty this time, we have to help this emperor fight for power."

"Hahaha, I've been playing the old tune again for a long time."

The three of them had a great time talking. Wu Tianming led the way forward. After about two hours, the group flew out of the continuous mountains below, and a huge river valley appeared in front of them. This was a narrow plain left between the two mountains, shaped like mulberry leaves. The widest place was four or five thousand miles, and the length was one million miles. A river that was hundreds of miles wide rolled and separated the valley, and along the river, sparsely decorated with many cities that were obviously not long ago.

The land on Pangu continent is extremely fertile, and the seeds of crops can mature once every one or two months after they are sprinkled. Among the land opened by the villages and towns around these cities, large areas of crops are just a little yellow. Judging from the land, they look like they have just been opened. These crops should be the first crops. The first wave of crops has not yet matured and harvested, and these villages and towns have only been opened for less than two months.

Although he was a newcomer and had not even arranged the people's livelihood, seven or eight human countries were fighting fiercely in the valleys on both sides of the river. On the borders of these countries, there were densely packed military towns with large armies stationed. Millions of soldiers surrounded these military towns like ants, and murderous aura soared into the sky, and the shouts of killing made the river waves surging.

Just below the crowd, more than 200,000 people were killing a group of people in a fertile field. From time to time, soldiers fell to the ground with blood, but their purple aura was entangled for a while, and they jumped up and continued to fight with the enemy. Unless someone was keen on their eyes and hands, they would stand up again and again and continue to fight with the enemy. Unless someone was keen on their heads, the enemy in front of them would stand up again and again and continue to fight.

After watching for a while, so many soldiers were killed in a group, and less than two hundred people were killed in half an hour. Wuqi couldn't help but shake his head. This efficiency was too poor. When will it take to decide the outcome?

Above this army, more than a dozen priests were clearly divided into two teams, using spells to bombard him.

One team of priests used the spell of summoning meteor bombardment from high altitude that Wuqi was extremely familiar with. Small meteors were constantly falling from the air and hitting the other party hard. The other team of priests used ice-like magic. Whenever a meteor hit, they raised their hands and saw a thick piece of blue ice towards the sky. The meteor hit the ice and made a terrible sound. The cultivation level of both sides was equal, and the meteor and the ice died together, and they had a draw.

Wuqi and others stopped cloud head and stared blankly at the two teams of priests gritted their teeth and resilient attack and defense. They watched for three hours, and the two teams of priests almost exhausted their mana at the same time. Then they said a few words to each other, turned around and flew towards the military camp in the rear.

The priests who were thundering in the sky retreated, and the sound of sharp and loud gongs also sounded among the two armies on the ground. The two armies stopped at the same time with the harsh sound of "ding ding dangdang". They saved lives and helped the wounded. After the whole team, they lifted up the few dead people, sang military songs and retreated to the camp in the rear.

Seeing this scene, Wuqi couldn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he looked at Guiguzi: "Have you ever seen such a battlefield fighting?" Guiguzi rubbed his nose, grinned, and then rolled his eyes and looked at the sky. However, he didn't even want to evaluate this "battle". How do you ask him to evaluate it? Isn't able to see Guiguzi's magic eyes at all?

Mo Zhai laughed aside, not to mention Guiguzi, he couldn't stand such a battle scene. It was like a gourmet who was used to the chefs of delicacies and seafood. Suddenly, he brought him a large bowl of stewed pork grass. How could he have the interest to taste it?

Wuqi smiled, and he shook his head and smiled at Wu Tianming who was waiting respectfully in front of him, "Your Majesty, please lead the way."

Wu Tianming smiled respectfully, he patted the dragon's horn and quickly took the three of them to the triangular alluvial plain where a triangular river converged with the main trunk. On the triangular plain with a radius of more than 50,000 miles, there were hundreds of cities and countless villages and towns. Wuqi's spiritual sense swept through this plain. Wu Tianming's Great Wu Dynasty was considered to be strong in its national strength and the population of the people exceeded 3 billion.

Compared with other countries in this valley, the total population of the Great Wu Dynasty far exceeded that of several other countries. The country with the smallest population was only more than 200 million, and even the fraction of the Great Wu Dynasty was not as good as that of the Great Wu Dynasty. However, the entire territory of the Great Wu Dynasty was shrouded in a bleak atmosphere, and the soldiers of military towns on the border were listless and there was no morale at all.

There was something wrong with this country, and Wuqi squinted his eyes and smiled. He was looking for a country with a problem, otherwise how could he get things from it?

The group quickly flew towards the top of the triangular ridge of the alluvial plain, where there was a big city with a total population of more than two million. The city walls, which were ten feet high, were made of white glittering marble, and a large number of rune prohibitions were drawn with black materials. The contrasting colors of black and white made the city a mysterious and majestic atmosphere. The streets in the city were planned strictly, and the neighbors were staggered like chessboards. The city was covered with green trees, neat and comfortable, and it was a very good city.

As soon as the dragon Wu Tianming rode, he heard a thunder sound of thunder. A green-scale wildebeest roared angrily, stepped on four balls of fire clouds and rushed straight to Wu Tianming. An old man wearing heavy golden armor, majestic and powerful all over his body was riding behind the wildebeest, and he was still far away from Wu Tianming and scolded him loudly: "Where has Your Majesty gone? Haven't the old minister told Your Majesty that the battle situation is not good for me, Wu. Can Your Majesty leave the palace?"

The old man gave birth to a square black face, which looked no different from the bottom of the pot, a pair of broom eyebrows, a pair of angular triangle eyes, and a huge catfish mouth. He looked like a fierce and evil person, not a kind and decent person.

Wuqi's spiritual sense swept over this old man. It's right. He practiced another body-building technique of the human race, the Nine-Turn Immortal Body. Compared with the Heaven and Earth True Body Art, which has a relatively high balance, the Nine-Turn Immortal Body is an extreme exercise. It focuses specifically on defense, absolute power and powerful vitality. People who practice the Nine-Turn Immortal Body are the most troublesome fortress-style combat power on the battlefield. It often requires several people with the same cultivation level as him to suppress it.

Moreover, the old man's Nine-Turn Immortal Body has been cultivated to the level of the Nine Stars of the One Yuan Pangu Tian. This is comparable to the strength of the first-grade Golden Immortal compared to Wu Tianming's pitiful Nascent Soul Realm. This old man can kill one million Wu Tianming with a random slap.

Seeing the old man, Wu Tianming subconsciously shivered. He stretched his hands on the dragon's back with both hands, and his butt slid back two or three feet away along the dragon's back. He stuttered and laughed dryly at the old man: "Uncle, you, you..."

The old man rode a wildebeest and rushed straight to Wu Tianming, slapped the head of the dragon that Wu Tianming rode. The dragon screamed and the head of the water tank was smashed to pieces. Blood squirted the old man's face, and the dragon's huge and heavy body fell to the ground. Wu Tianming was so scared that he stood on a thin cloud, almost without the courage to look at the old man.

The old man sneered and yelled in a low voice: "A beast who doesn't know how to be good or bad, actually dares to leave the palace with you. This is all damn!"

Looking at Wu Tianming's side, he could not see the eight priests who were killed by Wuqi's sword. The old man couldn't help but roar: "Where are His Majesty's eight personal guards? Hum? Where are their people? Where are these damn things? Where have they gone?"

Wuqi coughed lightly, stood up slowly, and a purple cloud under his feet dragged him to Wu Tianming to fly. He looked at the furious old man and said lightly: "Those eight wastes? They died, they were slashed by Grandpa Daojun with a sword!"

The furious old man suddenly became quiet. He squinted his eyes and looked up and down at Wuqi for a while, and asked cautiously: "Dare you ask the immortal elder?"

Wuqi slapped the sword hilt on his shoulder with half a piece of sword hilt on his shoulder and said coldly: "I am the Seven Killings Lord."

Guiguzi hummed with a gloomy face and weakly, "Old Taoist Greedy Wolf Daojun."

Mo Zhai rolled his eyes and snorted coldly, "I, Taoist Lord Pojun!" When he said this, Mo Zhai's face turned red slightly unaware of it. He felt a little embarrassed and lost his home. What a big man? What is his identity? Why did he agree to Wuqi to follow him to fool people?

Without any psychological burden, Wuqi plagiarized the Taoist names of the three star kings of Sha Polang. He snorted coldly at the somewhat stunned old man: "You can ask Your Majesty, who are we!"

Wu Tianming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly smiled: "Uncle Emperor, this is the national teacher specially hired by my nephew for my Great Wu Dynasty! The three national masters have profound magical powers and great magical powers. This is what my nephew witnessed with his own eyes. With the three national masters joining, my Great Wu Dynasty is just resting on this Pangu Continent!"

The old man was stunned. He subconsciously roared: "National Master? Who gave you the power to hire these three wild Taoists to be the national teacher? I, Wu Diwu, are the regent of the Great Wu, and are responsible for all major national affairs in Da Wu. How dare Your Majesty hire these three wild Taoists?"

Guiguzi suddenly spoke, and his cold voice made Wu Di'er suddenly shut his mouth.

"A mere regent, you must understand the regent's duty. You are just the king, Your Majesty, he is the emperor of Great Wu! How dare you commit the chaos of my Great Wu Dynasty? Could it be that the regent is willing to be the rebellion of the throne of the court?"
Chapter completed!