Qingtian Realm, Xuanyuan Realm.

The moment the Martial Clan leader appeared, his terrifying aura was the greatest of the entire Qingtian Realm.

In all directions of the vast blue sky, endless creatures felt that extremely terrifying aura.

This breath made everyone breathless.

Nanzhou.

Inside the courtyard of Xiaoshanhe.

The ancestor Tongtian suddenly stood up, clenched his fists unconsciously, and the blue veins on his forehead hopped wildly, and there was a little more fear and solemnity in his eyes: "This breath... comes from Xuanyuan?

It seems that the one from the Martial Clan has really come out of seclusion, and he has probably entered that terrifying realm..." His eyes were faint and he looked straight at the direction of the Xuan Domain.

The horror of the moment just now appeared in my mind.

The aura was so powerful and violent.

Until now...                                                              

"I hope Zifeng can go well!"

The ancestor Tongtian murmured to himself.

at the same time.

Xuanyuan.

Zi Feng had tried his best to travel, and finally found Jin Wushuo, the leader of the Sun Clan, the moment before the Marx tribe came out of seclusion.

As soon as he expressed his purpose, the head of the Wu clan came out of seclusion!                                                     

Zi Feng felt the horror of the moment when the Martial Clan leader woke up. At this moment, his legs were weak and he looked at Jin Wushuo beside him with a wry smile: "Captain Jin, just now, that should be..." He didn't dare to name the name.

When one's cultivation reaches the realm of the Saint, one has already placed one's soul in the world.

This will gain a new ability - blessings come to your heart! This feeling is similar to the sixth sense.

But it is more keen and clear.

Like a super strong man in the Saint King realm, if someone says bad things behind his back, he will probably have some sense.

"As you think, it's that existence!"

Jin Wushuo nodded, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and could not tell whether he was happy or depressed, and said, "That guy has already come out of seclusion smoothly, and his cultivation has improved greatly. You can abandon the darkness and choose to join the martial clan of my Xuanyuan Domain. This is the wisest choice!"

"The Jin Clan Chief is right. We were also lard that was shocked before..." Zi Feng said with a shy face.

On cultivation.

He is the peak of the Marquis level.

In terms of identity.

He is now the deputy leader of the Tongtian Alliance.

With such identity blessing and strength, he can still be able to bend and stretch, and he is indeed a talent.

Jin Wushuo said with satisfaction: "Follow me!"

Not long.

Jin Wushuo brought Zifeng to the place where the Martial clan was. Along the way, Jin Wushuo was introducing the power of the Martial clan and its operation and management news.

"The Martial Clan has now completely unified the ancient eight tribes. Even those traitors who escape by chance will not be their death in no time!"

Jin Wushuo talked freely, and it was hard to imagine that he was still the leader of the Sun Clan, one of the eight ancient tribes, about a year ago.

And now...                                                              

When Jin Wushuo talked about the Martial Clan, he loved and hated, and at the same time he felt deep fear and awe. After all, the Martial Clan leader completely defeated the Sun Clan before he left the seclusion.

What's more...                                                                                                                             

The terrifying aura just now made Zi Feng, who was at the peak of the Marquis’s Martial Arts level, weakened his legs. You can imagine how terrifying the Martial Clan leader was.

Who dares to have any intention of resisting?

After a moment.

The two came to the Martial God Temple where the leader of the Martial clan was located, where they worshipped the faith of the Martial clan and the legendary martial arts god.

Jin Wushuo said in a deep voice: "Our ancient eight tribes were once a long time, and each tribe has its own faith to worship.

For example, the Sun Clan worships the God of the Sun, while the Wu Clan worships the legendary martial god of martial gods. The Wu Clan worships the Martial God of Martial God, and the Martial God is very devout in the faith of the Martial God!"

"I see!"

Zi Feng nodded suddenly.

He had heard from the ancestor Tongtian about these things, and more than once, and he also had some understanding of the origin of the ancient eight tribes.

He had a deeper understanding of the martial gods worshipped by the martial clan.

God of Martial Arts.

For the entire Wu clan, it is the supreme spiritual belief.

Jin Wushuo said: "Whenever we ancient eight tribes see our faith, we will worship the most sincerely, so..."                                                                                                                

I saw a muffled sound suddenly coming from the Temple of the Martial Gods.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of breaking through the air came.

Boom! The door burst opens.

It was a statue of god! This is the statue of the martial god, the god of martial arts worshipped by the martial tribe for all generations! But now... it was actually thrown out of the temple by someone?

??                                                                                                                              

Twist! A fragment of the statue of the head of the martial god rolled to the feet of the two.

The two looked at each other.

They all saw the shock and shock in the other person's eyes.

"Didn't you... say, the spiritual beliefs of the Martial God's Martial Clan?"

Zifeng asked subconsciously.

Jin Wushuo also looked confused.

The ancient eight tribes attached great importance to spiritual beliefs. Even if a clan is destroyed, no ethnic group will allow their spiritual beliefs to be destroyed.

Just like the strong man from the Tianji clan, even if he is forced to leave his hometown.

Leaving the Xuan Realm.

Fang Tianchi still took away the ancient compass.

Because the compass they worshipped by Tianji clan was that compass.

But now... the statue of the Martial God worshipped by the Martial clan was actually broken.

What's going on?

Could it be that someone has invaded the Martial Clan?

The two looked confused.

Fortunately, it didn't take long.

The gate of the Martial Clan Temple opened, and a towering statue was erected again in the temple, which was several times taller than the ones that had been smashed before.

A strong man from the Martial Clan said proudly: "My Martial Clan is now really proud, and there is no need to continue to huddle in the small mysterious realm..." "It's all because of Zhao Wuji. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have fallen into such a field!"

"Stop talking, at least we have seen hope for rising now!"

In the conversation.

These martial masters also saw Jin Wushuo and Zi Feng at the door.

Several masters of the Martial Clan frowned repeatedly, and they recognized Zi Feng's identity: "Isn't this kid from the Qingtian Alliance?

How dare he come here?

Come on, take this kid down for me!”

Zi Feng's face changed slightly. This is within the Martial clan! How dare he fight against the Martial clan?
Chapter completed!