Gao Wu: Returning from the Tomb of Gods, I am invincible!

The night is getting darker.

The night wind also had a bit of a bit of chill.

Surabaya Ping.

A special place.

The main stream of the Shengling River branches into three tributaries here.

This land is sandwiched between the main stream and three tributaries.

Here, it is only more than a hundred miles away from Tianling City.

He is now the true spy of the Murong family.

Dense reeds and weeds grow on the banks of Sishui Ping.

Strange to say.

There were no living creatures in the river of life, and there were very few weeds.

But by the river, the vegetation was far more prosperous than usual.

among the reeds.

There are hidden figures.

Silently bearing the blow of the night wind.

They all looked solemn.

The chilling air has filled the void.

The night has reached its deepest moment.

Further on, dawn is approaching.

Suddenly, a figure flashed past and landed among several figures on Surabaya Ping.

Several eleventh-level martial saints around him quickly saluted.

This is an old man nearly [-] meters tall.

His body shape is particularly thin.

The thin cloth fluttered in the wind, making people worry whether he would be blown down by a gust of wind.

But he has a very unusual name.

Murong Mantis.

One of the nine sons of the Murong family, and the first among the nine sons to reach the twelfth level.

Its strength is unfathomable.

It is said that he is already at the peak of level [-], almost a martial god.

He is also the commander-in-chief of the Gubei Military Region.

Apart from the God of War, it is the strongest lineup in a region.

Just like Tian Muye's influence in Chunan before he reached the realm of the Martial God.

Murong Mantra holds a high position.

Stationed in the Cangmang Military Region all year round.

This time, it was a message from the Murong family that made him rush back as quickly as possible.

Murong Xie is dead.

Murong Feng also died.

Died at the hands of a young man.

If that's all.

But... that young man's goal was a taboo in the Murong family that no outsider could touch.

Murong Mandarin had to rush back.

"how is the situation?"

"It's almost time. The boy should be here in about an hour."

The old woman beside Murong Zhang spoke.

Although she is old, she still has a dignified temperament, and her white hair is neatly combed.

It is not difficult to tell from the shape of his face and his temperament.

She must have been a great beauty when she was young.

Murong Chang glanced at her and sighed softly:

"Butterfly, you are getting old too... we are all getting old."

"After all, this era no longer belongs to us."

"This is the world of young people. I really don't want to destroy the legendary Li Mu if it is not necessary."

"Yeah... old."

The old woman caressed her cheek and looked at Murong Mandarin in front of her.

There was regret and sadness in his eyes.

Once upon a time, she, Murong Die, was known as the most beautiful woman in the Murong family.

Even the most beautiful woman in the Dragon Kingdom.

Such a name requires not only appearance, but also strength.

At that time, Murong Die, one of the nine sons of Murong, was the most beautiful among all the beauties.

The strongest and most beautiful among women.

I don't know how many young heroes admire him extremely.

But even the "first beauty" doesn't get everything she wants.

Falling flowers are intentional, but flowing water is ruthless.

The Murong family may not deserve happiness in the first place.

Murong Die also has another identity.

Murong Mo's half-sister.

Her younger brother also died in Li Mu's hands.

However, he was far from hating Li Mu.

She knew that Murong Mo would die sooner or later.

But it's a bit early in the morning.

Of course, she would also fulfill her duties as a sister as a matter of course, avenge Murong Mo and kill Li Mu.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roaring sound came from the opposite side of Surabaya Ping.

Soon, a bloody smell floated over.

"Brother Mantis, are those beasts here too?"

The expression of an old man with a well-built figure and no hair on his head suddenly turned gloomy.

Murong Earthworm, one of the nine sons of the insect generation, is quite mysterious and rarely goes out.

The world only knows its twelve-level strength, but doesn't know its details.

"Looking at the movement, it looks like the blood tyrant..."

Murong Die crossed his arms and sneered.

Immediately he looked at Murong Mandarin and frowned slightly:

"Old Mantis, isn't it safe enough for the three of us to join forces this time? There is no need to call those beasts here."

"That secret is also something they need to protect, and they certainly need their efforts."

"Although I have never seen that Li Mu."

"But the scorpion and the old bee all fell into his hands."

"It's always right to be safe."

"Let them share some of the risk."

"This time in addition to the blood tyrant, there is also an ice tyrant."

Murong Chang looked calm.

The cloudy old eyes couldn't help but flash with thought.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.

"Blood Tyrant, Ice Tyrant, plus the three of us, there are five twelve level ones."

"That guy named Li Mu is really proud of himself."

"I should be content to die with such a lineup."

Murong Ji showed a somewhat sinister smile.

In addition to five twelve-level combatants, the Murong family also produced close to ten eleventh-level martial saints.

Across the river of life.

The blood tyrants and ice tyrants are not the only ones coming.

There are also many who have level [-] combat power.

Such a force, let alone Li Mu.

It can be said that it is easy to capture an area without a Martial God.

"Li Mu stopped twenty miles away."

An eleventh-level martial saint came to report the information.

"Oh?"

Murong Mantra raised his eyebrows slightly.

Murong Jun seemed a little excited: "Brother Mantis, it seems that boy has discovered the clue. Let's take the initiative."

"No, we are not ambush at all. We are just waiting for him to come over."

"And he should also know very well what he will encounter along the way."

"He's not going to back down from this."

Murong Chang's voice was very calm.

But he is extremely determined.

"Roar!"

Across the river, another impetuous roar erupted.

It seemed like he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"Blood, Ice, stay calm, he is coming soon."

The slender Murong Mandarin glanced over there and heard a faint voice.

Suddenly, the restlessness on the other side of the river disappeared.

"It has to be Brother Mantis..." Murong Ji.

"This is the reputation that Old Mantis has earned."

Murong Die smiled.

Murong Mandarin stopped talking.

Cross your arms.

The tall and thin figure stands out from the crowd.

The thin figure was swaying gently in the night wind.

Not knowing what was going on, he closed his eyes as if he was feeling something.

"Li Mu has set off. This time it's only Li Mu. The young master and the others are left where they are. Do you want to take the young master back first?"

Soon, an eleventh-level martial saint came again to report the news.

Murong Mandarin didn't respond, so Murong Die spoke.

"Don't worry about that kid yet."

"Yes."

The eleventh-level martial saint retreated.

But he was staring south, ready to go.

The target is close.

"coming."

Suddenly, Murong Chang slowly opened his eyes.

In the distance, on the horizon.

A figure is coming slowly.

Just in time for sunrise.

A few rays of morning sunlight cast down on the earth.

That figure became increasingly clear in everyone's eyes.

That was a young man holding a spear upside down.

Under the morning glow, the young man's face could not be seen clearly.

In the distance, a fierce momentum was rising.

It's like the rising sun at this moment.

Vibrant.