"After the martial arts fortune, there will be martial life, and luck will eventually be a temporary thing, changing at all times. Even if the palm has martial arts fortune, it will be weakened by various influences. However, fate will change qualitatively, and it will be difficult to weaken."

Xiao Nan stopped experiencing it until late at night and got a lot of information from the divine light of the martial arts: "The martial arts is synthesized by the ten martial arts divine lights, not the limit. The ten martial arts divine lights can also synthesize the martial arts."

"I don't need to think about the divine light of martial arts for the time being. Now, with the help of the light of martial arts, it is true that I can consolidate my martial arts with great help."

Thinking about it, entering the spiritual platform, trying the combination of major martial arts, using the talent of the soul, fitting into the heaven and earth, feeling the wonderfulness of the cultivation level.

The holy sacrifice is located north of the Kun Yao tribe, separated from the tribe's residential group, like an independent fortress, emitting a quiet atmosphere under the moonlight.

There is a forest of sycamore trees that spread thousands of meters around the fortress. The torso is thick like pillars, and the branches are crisscrossed like giant arms, forming an umbrella-like barrier, imprisoning the place into a silence of death like a silence.

Here, there is a taboo spiritual array of Kun Demon tribe, and you are allowed to enter and not leave. You are detaining the Kun Demon tribe who have made mistakes on weekdays. In addition, there will be no Kun Demon tribe who can get into this place. Only the chiefs can come and go freely.

The night was so quiet that the stars were dim. Kun Demon tribe, like a giant beast in the world, was about to rest, put away his minions. A few night patrolmen held their spears and walked around the tribe's fields under the lanterns held by the leader.

"The holy ring is a mess. Sooner or later, I will abolish these tribal rules that are in trouble."

In the prison of the Holy Sacrifice, black stones were piled up to the largest cell, and an angry low snarl sounded, followed by yellowed ancient books as thick as fingers, which were thrown towards the iron gate with a heavy force.

The man turned his back to the iron gate, his face full of resentment, his eyes slightly bright, his mouth was cold, and a wisp of mockery was flowing. Under the dim oil lamp in the prison, he was like a demon sitting in a meditation, and his endless ferocity was about to break free from this human skin.

"Calm."

The holy ring, as if it had hit a hard object, made a slight collision sound, but it did not bring back Shi Pojun's turn, until a slightly familiar voice rang behind him: "Are you still angry about the daytime affairs? Could it be that you can't tell that the father is giving you the steps, and the Kun Demon Division is now at the time of employment."

When he walked in, he suddenly saw Meng Yanqing, the chief of the twelve branches of the Kun Demon Division. Today, he ordered Shipojun to be imprisoned for nine days to show his punishment of offending Xiao Nan, but he came to visit him before he even arrived for a day.

"father!"

Shi Pojun stood up, but saw Meng Yanqing pressing his shoulder and pressing him back to his original position. There was something in his hand, but it was a holy ring. He was already carrying his hands and facing out the window: "Pojun, how do you think Shi Meng is suitable to be the chief of the Kun Yao tribe?"

"Um?"

Shi Pojun's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously said, "No, he is only nine years old after all. Even though his martial arts talent is better than a child, his strength is too weak and he lacks enough tricks to deal with the surrounding situation. I hope my father will think about it again as the chief."

"Rethinking, it is indeed related to the life and death of my Kun Demon Division. Although we are the most powerful part of the twelve branches, we cannot defeat the Nine-Turn Li tribe when we gather together."

"I know this very clearly to my father. The future of the Kun Demon Tribe must be handed over to the extremely powerful successor. In our tribe, only Shi Meng is in Shi Meng. He is not suitable to become the chief now, but in the future he will be the hope of the Kun Demon Tribe."

Shi Pojun's face changed drastically, and his fingers suddenly piled up tightly, and he gritted his teeth: "This, I, I, I, my! Father!"

The time in the cage seemed much darker, which made the fire of hope in his heart shaking. The darkness was like a beast trying to devour him. He waited for his father, but what he wanted to hear was not what he wanted to hear.

"However, as you said, he is not enough now. Our Kun Yao tribe is about to face a great disaster. You are the only one who can rely on for your father. You are more valuable now than Shi Meng. There is no need to worry about him replacing you within ten years."

Meng Yanqing looked at Shi Pojun and saw his face struggling in surprise, and smiled: "Ten years later, who knows, if you are stronger than him and you are king, you are not as good as him, you may die, no wonder anyone, this is the law of the Daewoo tribe, you should understand it at this point."

Shi Pojun's body shook violently, as if he only realized his father's sharpness today. He stared at him in surprise, but never saw him feeling sympathetic. Instead, his face shone with a very firm light.

"Shi Meng is like this, and the rhythm of poetry is like this. She stands on Shi Meng's side. She naturally wins over the powerful figures of Shi Meng. If you have the ability, you can win over, but you don't need to kill them, because they are all for the Kun Yao tribe.

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The tone of questioning seemed to be in Taoist poetry and Pojun.

"He is only in the realm of Tianfu. Even if a child is, he may be replaced by poetry in ten years, but he is also destiny. He doesn't think he will lose to a warrior in Tianfu."

Shi Pojun subconsciously retorted.

But Meng Yanqing shook his head: "You don't understand. You only heard half of what I said just now."

"For ten years, I will use you for my father because the Kun Demon Division needs you, but I also said that Shi Meng is a peerless talent and is the first person in the Kun Demon Division in 500 years."

"In addition to being the first person in five hundred years, his wisdom and intuition are also first-class in heaven and earth. The high priest and I agree with this, and you are not qualified to refute it."

Looking at Shi Pojun who was dissatisfied, Meng Yanqing suddenly raised his voice and said coldly: "Shi Meng, how proud he is. Those who he recognizes will be ordinary people. Just take three shots from you, and there will be no means to turn defeat into victory?"

"You must be unwilling to accept it, but you have seen Shi Meng as a child who has been impressed by anyone. He is so polite to whom he is so respectful, so I am afraid there is no one?"

Seeing Shi Pojun's face gradually changed, Meng Yanqing's tone eased.

Shi Meng, from childhood to adulthood, is indeed very proud, arrogant and naughty, and knows it all.

"The Kun Demon Tribe, there are countless saints who have been here. The high priest and I are the most powerful of the Kun Demon Tribe. When did you see him in awe? Now you regard the young people who have known each other for less than half a day as gods!"

"You can understand that the soul of practicing for the father is not as terrible as Meng'er, nor is it good at sensing, but you can also detect the confidence and ostentatiousness of this young man. You are not absolutely sure, and you will not be afraid of being favored and disgraced under your Kun God's Battle Gun."

"So, you have to be glad for the day, that you did not save him for your father, but for you!"

Meng Yanqing's words were like the thunder in the sky, falling thundering on the body of Pojun, who seemed to transform into a war drum, shaking the blood backflow, shaking the flesh and blood, resounding throughout the soul, and echoing everywhere! Today, during the day, the momentum of his father's attack saved him, is this true?

"Guess, everything is guessing. If you can't take it true, I can't accept this statement. Haha, he is so handsome! Mansion!"

Shi Pojun roared upwards, looking like a madman, shaking the sycamore trees on the periphery.

"It's indeed a guess, but if there is one hope in ten thousand, is your life still there?"

A heavy roar made Shi Pojun suddenly calm, his face looked gloomy and unstable, sometimes angry, sometimes soothing, sometimes resentful, and his fingers opened and bent up again. His body trembled slightly, but it took a short moment to send out a word: "I!"

He finally smiled powerlessly: "Maybe, it's true, I can't afford to bet. I only have one life. If I lose and lose my life, the Kun Demon Division will suffer great losses. It's him who was reckless."

"You, just realize your mistakes. Being a father is not to suppress your spirits, but to remind you that you should not be arrogant. No matter when, you must be vigilant. Only by having this heart and supporting your strength can you contribute to the growth of the Kun Demon Division."

Meng Yanqing nodded with praise, then changed his tone and talked about Shiyun: "Being a father, I want to tell you another thing, which is also the life and death choice that my Kun Yao tribe is about to face. You must do it."

"I guess you know the power of the ancient Donghuang clan. Your elder sister Shiya originally had an engagement with the Prince of Donghuang. Now she joins the Jiuzhuan Li clan and betrays the family. She deserves to die. She is a sinner of Kun Demon. She must calculate her sin in the future. Now our Kun Demon tribe is facing the angry Donghuang rage."

"Father, what do you mean!"

Po Jun raised his head, his tone trembled slightly, but he saw Meng Yanqing's five fingers suddenly closed and punched the air: "If anything happened to the Donghuang Ancient Clan, soon the main force descended to the Kun Yao tribe and held Shiya accountable for the destruction of the engagement."

"The only countermeasure for our Kun Demon Division is to maintain the engagement with Donghuang as usual!"

"Look for someone to replace Shiya, do you know who can."

In Shi Pojun's sudden wide eyes, Meng Yanqing's cold and cruel appearance as the demon god of Night expressed his last will.

Instead! These two very ordinary words seemed heavy at this time. However, Meng Yanqing had turned around and left, and only the last warning sound echoed in his ears.

"Reading the holy precepts and precepts carefully sometimes restricts not only yourself, but also the things you hate, which seem to bind your own strength, and most of the time, it will exert great power."

"For example, imprisoning him in the place of the holy sacrifice, which seems to be imprisonment, is actually a law of the holy ring, and is actually a protection and a confidential maintenance of the Kun Demon Ministry. Who can know about the major plans here?"

Shi Pojun felt that his mind had been completely washed tonight and had learned the mystery of the tribe chief. This was not only strength, but also wisdom and power. In comparison, he was really far behind.

The place of holy sacrifice seemed to have nothing happened. No one knew that their chief had come, and returned to his residence like a shadow, and welcomed the second day of the sun in silence.

People live as usual and maintain the tribal living habits, but they also add to the oppression of a storm to this seemingly harmonious life. The disaster brought to the tribe by Shiya, the daughter of the chief, is like an indelible haze in everyone's heart.

People know that the ancient Donghuang clan will sooner or later drive many chariots to the Kun Demon Tribe, and ask them to pay the price in the name of cleaning up shame!
Chapter completed!