Start The Martial Forest Myth, Promote The World To Ascend

The mountain breeze is leisurely.

Blow the trees in the forest, rub the leaves, and make a rustling sound.

In the silent mountains, the rustling sound was particularly loud.

Everyone was petrified by this sound.

They never expected that this boy turned out to be the Little Brother of the Martial Forest myth!

So... Could there be inspiration from the Martial Forest myth behind this?

Thinking of this, many people retreated.

The weight of these four words of the Martial Forest myth is too heavy!

They can't afford it.

"How did Brother She offend you?"

Xiao Ran put down the ancient book, turned his head, and scanned the crowd with his cold eyes, making everyone terrified.

Ye Ping reacted quickly, and quickly said, "It turns out that the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple, and my family doesn't know my family!"

"Since this little brother is Lord Hou's Little Brother, naturally everything is easy to talk about."

After finishing speaking, Ye Ping gave Song Tian a look.

Song Tian understood, and said, "Master Hou, you Little Brother snatched the Zhennan King's treasure that we all excavated together in full view, without leaving us a single hair."

"It's too much!"

"Master Hou, you are a sensible person, and I ask you to uphold justice for us."

Ye Ping scolded, "Why are you talking to Lord Hou?"

"They said they belonged to us. I misunderstood you. Let the little brother take out the treasure and share it fairly."

court death!

Xia Wuqiu glanced at the two of them with deadly eyes, and the moment he learned that Mo Yang was Xiao Ran Little Brother, he had already quietly stepped aside without making any gestures.

Xiao Ran ignored the two, but asked, "Is that so?"

Mo Yang shook his head, "These people are talking nonsense!"

"This batch of treasures was left to his disciples by King Zhennan, and they would not be taken away without them. This is clearly stated in Jade Slip's photo."

"Little brother, as a descendant of Zhennan Wang Shimen, it is only natural to retrieve these treasures!"

Xiao Ran nodded, "I see."

Turning his head, his eyes became colder and colder, "Did you hear what he said?"

"..."

So what?

So what?

Those secret treasures were left by King Zhennan!

Not to mention the cultivation experience of Zhennan King and the possible Practitioner civilization information, the immortal spells in it are priceless!

How could they not want these treasures.

Song Tian looked at the heroes behind him, and he couldn't believe that so many people still couldn't get a piece of the action from Xiao Ran.

"Master Hou, since ancient times, this treasure has been occupied by those who can. This is a rule recognized by the Martial Forest. It is not good to make my brother like this."

Xiao Ran said coldly, "Are you capable?"

"..."

The cold voice spread all over the place, "Those who think they are capable, come out and let Ben Hou take a look."

Hearing this, many people retreated a few steps in unison.

So, a group of people stood up.

Xiao Ran's eyes fell on them, as if looking at a group of ants.

He didn't To put these people in one's eyes at all.

While the bodies of all the people were agitated, they were also angry!

"Hmph, we just don't accept it!"

"Treasures, those who can live there! How dare a child with a yellow mouth swallow it all by himself?"

"It's said that Xiao Ran is the only one in the Martial Forest myth, but I want to see what you can do with us when we have so many people!"

"Could it be that you, Xiao Ran, dare to go against the heroes of the world?"

Xiao Ran's face remained unchanged, the cloud was calm and the wind was light.

"Suicide."

A dead word blurted out.

Ka Ka Ka...

The ground is frozen.

The cold ice started from the Zhige Pavilion and covered the mountains in a moment, and in an instant, it was freezing cold!

A cold wind was blowing in the sky.

Pieces of crystal snowflakes dance wildly in the cold wind, scratching everyone's cheeks!

It's snowing and freezing!

It's clearly the season of late autumn, but now it's like the twelfth lunar month of winter!

The voice in Mo Yang's head roared wildly.

"No Spiritual Qi fluctuations!"

"There are no traces of spells!"

"He can change the world and affect the surrounding environment with just his will!"

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!!"

"What kind of method is this!?"

Mo Yang was shocked when he saw it, thinking of Deva, and suddenly heard the old man's sigh, and immediately thought of a description in the Practitioner civilization.

The mighty power belongs to oneself, and the will moves the world!

Isn't this just a manifestation of the mighty power attributable to oneself and the will to move the world?

"Practitioner Civilization..."

Hearing Mo Yang mention these four words, the old man quickly thought of what he saw and heard in the tomb of King Zhennan.

He froze.

When the two were shocked, the field changed again.

The icy wind is like a knife cutting through every inch of everyone's skin!

They are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, powerless to resist!

Including the so-called Tiansheng Ye Ping and Song Tian.

In this wind and snow, they are no different from ordinary people.

"what!!!"

"witchcraft!"

"Xiao Ran, you monster!"

There was a cold light in Xiao Ran's eyes.

Swish——

Zheng——

In an instant, a huge blade of wind and frost pierced the sky!

Slash the world!

laugh--

The so-called heroes of the world were divided into two under the eyes of everyone, and the corpses were in two places!

The entire ice surface was dyed red, and blood flowed like rivers!

This appalling sight made the other people's scalps numb and their hands and feet cold.

What is the Martial Forest myth?

That's the Martial Forest myth!

The word myth is really not called for nothing!

Everyone couldn't imagine that a Practitioner could practice such a terrifying state like a god and a fairy!

horrible!

Xia Wuqiu is the dignified color of eyes reveal.

This method is a fairy technique! ?

No, it shouldn't be. If it was an immortal technique, how could Xiao Ran survive until now? This world would have killed him long ago.

But if it wasn't for fairy art...

Could it be...

Xiao Ran, like King Zhennan, once entered the ruins of the Practitioner civilization similar to Xuanyang Shrine! ?

Xia Wuqiu's eyes flickered instantly.

In this flash of thought, the dust has settled on the field.

The frost, wind and snow have dissipated, and the world is still crisp and clear, with harmonious mountains and rivers.

It's just that there are already dozens of corpses that have been divided into two on the ground!

"Anyone else want the treasure?"

"..."

The audience was silent.

Even if you give it to me now, I dare not take it.

There was a dead silence.

Xia Wuqiu laughed, "Congratulations, Lord Hou, for killing the rebel party and suppressing the rebellion!"

"When the king returns, he must earnestly ask for credit for Lord Hou!"

Xia Wuqiu defined this matter as suppressing rebellion in one sentence.

"I still have important matters to attend to, so I won't talk about the old days with Lord Hou. Let me leave!"

Xia Wuqiu left, and all the imperial guards followed.

Seeing that the behemoth of the royal family has left, the others dare not stay any longer.

Alone, the heroes retreat!

Chongling Mountain became empty.

Seeing the figure of Xia Wuqiu and others leaving in embarrassment, Mo Yang looked at Xiao Ran again, his heart was agitated, and his eyes were full of admiration.

To be able to push back the heroes of the world alone is comparable to a thousand troops!

A man should be like this!

One day, he, Mo Yang, will also become as strong as his cousin!

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