In Seclusion For 100,000 Years, My Descendants Ask Me To Come Out

Hearing this sentence, there was a glimmer of hope in the queen's eyes with tears in her beautiful eyes.

Wu Wanqing's body trembled. If she could really eliminate the Dragon Resentment poison in her body, wouldn't she be able to cultivate like a normal person.

If you can live, who wants to die?

However, under the hopeful eyes of the three, Su Lao shook his head slightly and sighed: "I wait for mortals, even You Ling Ji doesn't know her, let alone her Master."

Martial King's eyes were red, and he held back his tears.

Is there really no hope for my daughter?

Do not!

He doesn't allow this!

"In any case, Wanqing can't die, otherwise I am a Martial King, a father! I ordered everyone to find the whereabouts of Youling Ji. No matter who it is, as long as Wanqing can be rescued, I, Martial King, will be willing to take care of you. Great Martial King to step aside!" Martial King gritted his teeth and said solemnly.

"Martial King think twice!"

"No way, Father!"

Wu Wanqing and Su Lao shouted at the same time.

Now that the Great Martial King Dynasty is a candle in the wind, if this news is spread out, I am afraid that it will immediately attract the suppression of various forces.

After all, there is only one piece of cake, and it is better to destroy it than fall into the hands of others.

"I've made up my mind, don't..."

Before Martial King could finish speaking, a cold laughter suddenly came from outside the palace: "Hehe, since Martial King has the heart to abdicate, why not submit to us?"

"Who!"

Martial King shouted angrily, and the Spirit Power in his body was instantly released.

A majestic aura pervades the Great Hall.

"As expected of Martial King, the momentum is the same as before."

As soon as the words fell, a turbulent Spirit Power attacked the Martial King.

puff!

Martial King spat out a mouthful of blood, and he was the first rank of the Dao King Realm, and he couldn't even take a move from the opponent.

"Martial King!"

"Father!"

Wu Wanqing and the others were startled, and immediately stepped forward and knelt down beside Martial King.

Martial King's face was frosty, he gritted his teeth and said, "Scholar with poisonous face!"

"Haha, I can't believe that Martial King still remembers."

After all, one old and one small appeared in front of Martial King and others.

The one who spoke was the young man in a white robe with a sullen face.

This person is called Poison Face Scholar, and he is one of the ten generals under the Great Zhou Dynasty.

And behind him, there is an old man in sackcloth, looking very inconspicuous.

Martial King's pupils shrank suddenly. For some reason, he felt unprecedented pressure from the old man.

At the same time, there is a trace of fear in my heart!

This is a master!

Humph.

Martial King coldly snorted, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up from the ground.

The aura of the king spewed out of his body.

"I don't care who you are, you dare to trespass on my Martial King Dynasty, do you really think my Big Martial King Dynasty is a soft persimmon! Come on!" Martial King roared.

However, there was no movement from outside the hall.

The poisonous-faced scholar gave a grim smile, shrugged and said, "Martial King, are you looking for those trash outside? I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

There is no need for this big Martial King to exist.

I'm just a little trick, those people outside the Great Hall can't stand the three breaths.

This waste dynasty should be destroyed.

"You..." Martial King's eyes widened and he was about to roar.

But at this moment, the sackclothed old man in the Great Hall suddenly raised his head, and the old eyes were full of killing intent.

"Noisy."

The old man in linen appeared in front of Martial King in an instant, Wu Wanqing and the others only saw him swaying slightly.

boom!

Martial King vomited blood and flew out.

"Father! How are you!" Wu Wanqing came to Martial King with a weak face, tears kept dripping.

Martial King shook his head weakly, looked at the old man in linen, and said with a miserable smile: "I can't believe that you, who are known as one of the Three Saints of the Northern Wilderness, are doing things for the Great Zhou Dynasty."

There was a flash of coldness in the eyes of the old man in linen, and he said calmly, "Whose family's meals are eaten, and whose family's work is helping."

The Three Saints of the Northern Wilderness?

Hearing this name, Su Lao was stunned in place like a lightning strike.

The ancestors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the old man in linen, and the blind without traces, these three were called the Three Saints of the Northern Wilderness by the people of the Northern Wilderness.

The former is the ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the latter two belong to Rogue Cultivators, and will not participate in any forces at all.

However, now even the old man in linen is standing on the side of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"God is going to kill Dawu!" Su Lao sighed in a low voice.

Martial King had the same miserable smile on his face. Is the once mighty Martial King Dynasty finally going to be destroyed in his own hands?

Really worthy of facing the ancestors!

"Mai Venerable, you can take my Martial King's life, but can you leave the little girl's life?" Martial King touched Wu Wanqing's face, his eyes full of doting.

Just facing the poisonous scholar, Martial King has no chance of winning.

Not to mention the old man in linen who is called the Three Saints of the Northern Wilderness by the world.

Even if the strength of the Martial King was gathered towards everyone, it would not be able to hurt a single finger of the other party.

Facing such a formidable opponent, Martial King was completely desperate.

"Hehe, what are you thinking, what we want in Da Zhou is the luck of your daughter's true dragon. Only when she dies, Da Zhou can rule the Northern Wasteland." The poisonous face scholar sneered.

At this moment, Su Lao, who has been ignored by others, stood up and clenched a jade talisman in his hand.

"Two, can you look at my face and leave?" Su Lao said sincerely.

The poisonous face scholar smiled disdainfully and scolded: "Look at your face? What face do you have in an old man!"

"I don't have it, but it does!" Su Lao shouted in a deep voice.

After all, the jade talisman in his hand suddenly burst into white light, and a word of Dao appeared in the air out of thin air.

The poisonous-faced scholar narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I didn't expect you to be a Taoist."

Daomen is a force that cannot be underestimated on the Northern Wilderness side.

Even the Great Zhou Dynasty generally would not easily offend the Taoist people.

It is only because of the people of Daomen that are spread all over the Northern Wilderness, and among them there are many powerhouses who are at the peak of the Dao King Realm.

The old man clenched the jade talisman tightly and said solemnly: "Xia Su Ming, Dao Sect Elder, can you two leave on my face this time, or I will immediately crush the jade talisman sound transmission Dao sect, you Da Zhou Dynasty are rampant and domineering on weekdays, do The incident is even more violent and cruel, so are you not afraid of attracting public anger in Beihuang?"

"Old man, do you dare to threaten us Da Zhou?" The poison-faced scholar said coldly.

The old man stared at him, his face flushed with anger.

"Okay! If that's the case, then don't be an old man and I..."

Gah!

Before he could finish speaking, Old Daoist Mai appeared in front of him in an instant, choking Yu Ming's neck with one hand, preventing him from making a sound.

"Small and small Daomen dare to speak madly. Even the elders of your Daomen will kneel respectfully to me when they see me, let alone an inconspicuous elder like you." The old man in linen said flatly, as if he was saying A trivial little thing.

At the same time, with a little more force in his hand, Su Ming's old face instantly turned purple and blue, and only the whites of his eyes remained.

"Stop! What you are looking for is our Great Wu, not Su Lao!" Martial King got up and shouted angrily.

Whether it is for his daughter or himself, the old man is kind to the Martial King family.

Of course he couldn't watch Su Lao die in front of him.

snort!

The old man in linen snorted coldly, and threw Su Ming out like throwing garbage.

The latter slammed hard against the Great Hall's stone pillar, spitting out a mouthful of blood.