Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 271: Prince Edward
The purple sword light is still struggling in Wujin's palm.
The sparks flew everywhere, the sword light fluttered around, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The tattered girl looked at Wu Jin blankly, and a group of young men and women looked at Wu Jin blankly.
Wu Jin tried his best to relax the knotted facial muscles, and tried his best to show a self-confessed gentle smile.
A scream came, and the two young girls with the least courage raised their hands at the same time, and saw a large rain of light exploded like fireworks. In the rain of light, a silver lock and a gold hairpin flew out at the same time, and the silver lock He hit Wujin's face door, and the golden hairpin pierced his left eye.
Wu Jin sighed.
It's the same again.
Unfortunately, there is no mirror, otherwise he would like to see, is he really scary now?
Yin Shuo banged heavily on Wu Jin's nose bones, his nose bones remained motionless, but his flesh and blood shook twice like water waves.
The golden hairpin that came swiftly hit Wu Jin's left eye accurately.
Wu Jin blinked subconsciously. The golden hairpin pierced Wu Jin’s eyeballs with a crisp sound. The golden hairpin splashed a few sparks. Wu Jin’s eyeballs were not damaged, but his eyelids were pressed down. As soon as the upper and lower eyelids were pressed, I heard a crisp sound of'ding'.
The eyelids are like guillotines, and the gold hairpin is cut into two pieces.
The two girls were stunned.
The girl who released the silver lock hurriedly recalled her baby, stroking her with her hands in pain.
The girl with the golden hairpin shook her body, two lines of blood oozing out of her nostrils, dripping to the ground.
Wu Jin looked at the two golden hairpins that fell to the ground a little bit, and stretched out his hands helplessly: "Sorry, I didn't mean it...Well, you always blink when a small bug flies in front of your eyes. Right?"
After a few dry smiles, Wu Jin said solemnly: "I just want to ask, do you know the road to the Kunlun ruins?"
The two groups of young men and women looked at each other, and the two groups, who had been arrogant and likely to go to war at any time, suddenly merged inwards and quickly gathered into a group. Two apparently highest-ranking young men stepped forward, gritted their teeth, and looked at Wu Jin with their legs trembling slightly.
"Here, Xun Mo from the Xun family in the Sanhe region... Xun You, the head of the Xun family in the Sanhe region, is my great-grandfather." A young man with a stature and a dragon-like temperament gritted his teeth and reported viciously towards Wu Jin. The history of birth.
"In Xia Bai Wushuang, the city lord of Wu'an in Wu'an region, Bai Zhan, is my grandfather." The other is a little shorter, but he is much thicker, and there is a youth who is lingering on the battlefield. He also reported himself. Of origin.
Wu Jin looked at Xun Mo, then Bai Wushuang, and shook his head: "The problem is, I have never heard of...Sanhe Region, Wu'an Region, I have never heard of it. I am Wu Jin, I I want to know how to get to the Kunlun ruins...you guys, don’t you know?"
Wu Jin frowned, his big smile narrowed.
When he doesn't frown, he is already terrible with a smile on his face.
His brow furrowed, and the knotted muscles on his face squirmed, suddenly turning into a more ferocious appearance than the stubble on the surface of his shield. In these days, the murderous aura he cultivated from fighting hundreds of battles in the ancestral land of the Wa clan can't help spreading.
The evil spirits rushed and turned into a real gang wind that enveloped a group of young men and women.
Several girls snorted, and they were rushed to their feet with suffocation. Their faces were bleak and back again and again, and two girls shook their bodies and fell to the ground embarrassingly.
Those young men are slightly better. They have the courage to participate in the trial of the Wa tribe’s ancestral land, which has a very high mortality rate. All of them are determined people. In the face of Wu Jin's unconscious suffocation, although their hearts were drumming, they stood up straight after all.
"This fellow must be a monster that has been conceived and bred from the Wa clan's ancestors for many years...not a human." Bai Wushuang shouted sharply: "His strength is unpredictable, only deadly fighting!"
With a loud roar, Bai Wushuang pulled out the saber around his waist.
Wearing heavy armor, he strode forward and charged towards Wu Jin who was more than seven times taller.
A group of white evil spirits emerged behind Bai Wushuang, and Bai Wushuang hissed, his sword turned into a stream of light and pierced Wu Jin's ankle. Behind him, there was a faint white tiger head looming in the white qi.
Wu Jin raised the square wooden shield in his left hand, and layed heavily in front of him.
The wooden shield is like a city wall, blocking the front of Bai Wu Duan.
Bai Wushuang's whole body's spirit and spirit are connected with the saber in his hand, and the sword is turned into a stream of light stabs. Jian Guang was fierce and violent, stabbing heavily on Damish's wooden shield.
With a loud noise, the sword broke, and Bai Wushuang hit the wooden shield and bounced back like a ball.
His arms were broken into seven or eight segments when he hit the shield. He was vomiting blood with too much force and charging too fast, and he fainted in pain without landing in mid-air.
Xun Mo stared blankly at Bai Wushuang who bounced back and fell heavily under his feet. He suddenly laughed: "I said, you are a foolish man...your Wuancheng Bai family, that is, Rampantly domineering on your own turf, you will definitely suffer if you leave Wu'anyu."
By mocking Bai Wushuang, he barely suppressed the fear and tension caused by Wu Jin's evil spirit, Xun Mo took a deep breath and bowed his hand to Wu Jin: "Wu Jin...Senior..."
"I'm still young, and I may not be much older than you." Wu Jin frowned, his face becoming more ugly: "Senior, I dare not be. I just want to ask, do you know how to get to the Kunlun ruins? Don’t waste my time if you don’t know."
Wu Jin got a little impatient.
Is there something wrong with each of these men and women?
As soon as they met, they shouted and screamed and attacked themselves with swords? Still hit yourself with a silver lock? Stabbing yourself with gold hairpins?
Don’t you just ask for directions?
What are you doing with so many tricks?
Especially this Bai Wushuang, who thought he had done something to him. But this guy was so stupid that he bumped his head on his shield. Can you blame yourself?
Wu Jin became impatient, so his blood flowed faster and faster throughout his body. His body is now more than ten meters tall, and his blood is surging like a river. When the blood is rushing, there is a faint thunder in his body.
The surrounding earth trembles inexplicably.
Even the surrounding gravity field fluctuated with Wu Jin's mood, becoming irritable.
A dark cloud appeared above his head for no apparent reason. In the dark cloud, the sound of "chichi" continued. At first, it was just a small flash of electric light. Soon there were long cyan thunder lights tumbling, and the sound of thunder shook the fields. .
So powerful...
Xun Mo felt desperate.
He looks down on Bai Wushuang's recklessness and combativeness, but as a scholar, he has too many twists and turns in his mind.
Xun Mo's hands also happened to have such a little clue to the legendary Kunlun ruins... But the Kunlun ruins are said to have extremely precious artifacts and magic medicines. This clue is too precious, and he is reluctant to take it out. of.
So, he hesitated.
He was wondering, did Wu Jin know that he knew this clue, so he came to the door specially, or was he really and purely finding his own way?
Soon, Xun Mo eliminated the possibility that everything was a coincidence.
How is it possible? The ancestral land of the Wa nationality is vast and boundless. Every time, although the Wa nationality opens a ritual ceremony, many people are sent in to explore the ancestral land of the Wa nationality. Many large families will also regard the opening of the ancestral land of the Wa nationality as a large-scale trial opportunity for their children...
However, the number of trialers sent in each time is still too scarce compared to the huge Wa clan ancestral land.
In the ancestral land of the Wa clan, it is normal to not meet a living person for three to five months.
A person popped up suddenly and asked him how to get to the Kunlun ruins, which is not normal in any way.
Xun Mo hesitated for a moment. He took a deep breath and sneered at Wu Jin: "Senior Wu Jin...You know, I am Xun, not easy to provoke. I am the best at Xun. , Is the technique of divination, if you dare to attack my Xun clan, no matter you..."
Wu Jin looked at Xun Mo with a ‘proud’ face, opened his mouth, and spouted saliva.
Like a waterfall, with a mouthful of water, Xunmo made a ‘whoop’, and rolled over a dozen somersaults on the ground.
Xunmo hissed strangely when he was wet all over, and he jumped up with drool all over his body, pointed at Wu Jin and said angrily: "Skills can be killed but not insulted... Wu Jin, you are too much!"
Wu Jin looked at Xun Mo without knowing it.
This guy... has a brain problem.
Standing up slowly, Wu Jin Urn said angrily: "Since you guys..."
Xunmo’s brain reacted extremely quickly. He didn’t wait for Wu Jin’s words to finish, and he took up his own words: "Since we refuse to give the clues to the Kunlun ruins, you have to kill. Huh? Ha, I can tell you clearly, I Xunmo, I do know some clues about the Kunlun ruins... But why should I tell you?"
Xun Mo held his head high, with his hands behind his back, posing a mighty and unyielding look.
"Sages have a cloud, wealth cannot be licentious, and mighty cannot be succumbed. This is called a man... Xun Mo is not talented, but he is also a bit arrogant. You should never want to use violence and get any news from me."
Wu Jin was ready to leave with the shield and big axe.
Hearing Xun Mo's words, Wu Jin, who was already ready to jump and leave with his legs, squatted down again.
Staring straight at Xun Mo, Wu Jin grinned: "Actually, I really don't know, you know how to get to the Kunlun ruins... After all, the ancestral land of the Wa clan is so big, I didn't expect to say, You will be able to meet someone who knows the route."
"Hey, you said, is this my luck or your luck?" Wu Jin smiled cheerfully.
Just a gust of wind blows.
Xun Mo was messy in the strong wind, he stared at Wu Jin blankly: "You don't know I know?"
Wu Jin looked at Xun Mo very honestly and smiled: "I really don't know you know."
Several companions around Xun Mo looked at Xun Mo with idiotic eyes.
The young men and women beside Bai Wushuang who had just confronted Xun Mo laughed mockingly at the same time.
The two sides had old grievances, so after the Wa clan ancestral land met, Bai Wushuang took his companions to find a group of Xunmo people, ready to settle some old grievances here.
Seeing Xun Mo's embarrassment, a young man among Bai Wushuang's companions stood up: "Master Wujin, we and Xun Mo are not in the same group. We came to the Wa clan's ancestral land to collect as much as possible. Rare metal ores are used for casting and killing magical soldiers... We have no extravagant hopes for the Kunlun ruins."
Wu Jin understood what the young man meant.
He took out a handful of high-end rare element grass from the huge beast-faced belt and threw it on Bai Wushuang's body casually.
"Let's go...the one who has no grievances and no grudges, it was just a misunderstanding before. Take Bai Wushuang and leave, he is badly injured. These primitive herbs can heal him." Wu Jin waved his hand generously. : "The extra, even if it is a gift from me, anyway, these days, I dug a lot of these bark and grass roots."
Bai Wushuang's companions looked at the primitive grass thrown out by Wu Jin, and their eyes almost spurted green light.
How lucky is it to collect so many top-quality grass?
The primordial herbs thrown by Wujin are almost all top-grade goods of the first and second grades, especially when the heat is extremely high, at least they are more than a thousand years old.
Compared to these top-quality grasses, Bai Wushuang's broken arm and the broken saber are really worthless.
Bai Wushuang's group of partners quickly separated from Xun Mo and his party. They picked up the fainted Bai Wushuang, picked up the original grass, and prepared to leave.
"The boys over there, by the way, it's you, stop this prince."
An extremely arrogant and arrogant hoarse voice came from far away.
What followed was a fire light of the thickness of the wrist. The golden red fire light roared with terrible high temperature, and it wiped the toes of the young man holding Bai Wushuang dangerously and dangerously, and cut on the ground. A very deep and deep crack was opened that was a thousand feet long and half a foot wide.
The temperature of the surrounding air rises linearly, and the power contained in this flame is too strong, and the sand on both sides of the crack is burnt and melted into a glassy state and flows into the deep cracks.
Wu Jin turned around abruptly, and subconsciously raised his left shield to protect his chest.
A group of young people present gave out a shimmer of light to protect the whole body. Bai Wushuang and Xun Mo quickly formed two strong defensive circles, separated by a distance of more than ten feet.
A golden two-wheeled chariot roared from the sky in the distance.
The two wheels of the chariot were spitting flames, and everyone from far away felt a wave of heat rushing toward their faces.
A round of fireballs with a diameter of hundreds of feet above the chariot burned blazingly~IndoMTL.com~ Flames spurted all around, large groups of fireballs kept falling to the ground, burning a very eye-catching path of flames on the ground.
In the fireball, a phantom bird with a darker color is faintly visible.
The chariot came at speed. On the chariot stood a man wearing a golden robe, surrounded by patches of flames. He was extremely tall and straight, and his face was extremely handsome. However, a big hook nose completely destroyed the beauty of the facial features. Out of thin air gave birth to a youth full of jealous breath.
The young man stood alone on the chariot. Four fire clouds followed immediately behind the chariot. Four mighty fighters wearing golden armor and breathtaking breath controlled the fire clouds and followed the chariot closely.
In just a few breaths, the chariot arrived in front of Wu Jin and the others.
The young man stood proudly on the chariot with his hands on his back, and said with a cold expression: "Wu, the soul clan, the Jinwu clan, the seventh prince of the Wu family, Wu Xiao."
A flash of fire flashed in his eyes, and Wu Xiao said coldly: "This prince, I am going to the Kunlun ruins, and there is no entourage. Now, you have been requisitioned by the prince."