Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

"Daddy, what are you doing?" Wu Xiangtian asked, looking at the two tortured victims.

The middle-aged man in the black feather cloak slowly turned around and faced them, saying, "I have some brutal skills that have been handed down from Wu Wu's veins, which can inspire their potential at a critical moment.

During the speech, the screams of the two barbarians were more intense, and the thick needles on their bodies were slowly visible, and they were slowly submerging into them.

Xia Qingchen has heard that barbarians, in addition to their physique, have very few barbarians mastering some mysterious barbarism, and they can get the ultimate stimulation of their body potential.

A barbarian in the middle of the big star position can inspire a strong body in the late big star position.

However, this is at the expense of longevity!

The potential effect usually lasts for only one hour. When the effect dissipates, the body is discarded. From then on, it can only lie on the bed, and then die on the spot.

It can be said that it is a method of extreme self-harm, and it is rarely used in unusual moments.

In order to seize the victory in the fighting, the dead's life was completely excluded.

Suddenly, Wuluo's priest looked at Xia Qingchen: "Who is this?"

Xia Qingchen was about to respond, Wu Xiangtian said: "I am a friend."

"Oh." The Wulu priest responded at random: "What about the dead who made you look for?"

Wu Xiangtian was ashamed and said: "The ones who haven't found the right one are too weak."

Seeing the death of the dead, he temporarily changed his mind and gave up making Xia Qingchen a dead participant.

"Humph!" Wulu priest severely said: "What did you tell you just now? If you can't find the dead, just go by yourself!"

The site of the fighting is a volcano, where the environment is harsh and full of danger. If one falls into it accidentally, it will definitely be turned into ash.

Or occasionally burned by the flames that were sprayed out, it is also the end of serious injuries.

There was a battle there, and the danger was too great, so this is why the tribe of Wulu priests, instead of looking for players from their own tribes, chose to look for the dead from the outside.

Wu Xiangtian remained silent, and Wulu priests disgusted: "Look at you, you are idle all day long, you can't do anything seriously, why don't you learn like your brother Wu Guiming?"

For this eldest son, the Wulu priest is one hundred unsightly.

Let him lead the soldiers to fight, looting the cities on the edge of the cold area, and the same black ghosts are going to kill the people, and hundreds of young girls have been taken back.

But for his own son, the loss of soldiers will not be counted, and he will come back empty-handed.

This caused Wu Miao, who was the top ten priests, to lose face.

Later, he was no longer expected to fight, and placed it in the center, allowing him to inherit the barbarism of the Wulu clan, which would be convenient for the cold war in the future. He could do well, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. I haven't learned any barbarians!

All day long and domineering in the middle with the barbarians who did not learn well, if they were supported by the old man, the head of his ten priests, he would have been beaten to death!

Wu Xiangtian didn't care: "Then you should recognize Wu Xiangtian as your son."

"You! You are so evil, you're mad at me!" Wulu priest jumped like a thunder: "How come I gave birth to you such a useless son?"

Xia Qingchen shook his head secretly. If Wu Xiangtian was useless, who would be useful?

When people of the same age are competing with each other, Wu Xiangtian's ambition is already over the slave's legacy, and this will alone is not comparable to the same age.

However, in order to protect him from brutality, Wu Xiangtian temporarily changed his attention to prevent him from becoming a dead man, and Xia Qingchen also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is a pity to bodhichitta, it also saves a dead fight.

Next, think of a way to leave the Wuluo tribe.

But at this moment, a hearty laugh came: "Dad, Daddy, I'm back!"

Uber Fu's eyes lit up, and immediately stepped forward to meet: "Oh! Ghost's life is back!"

Xia Qingchen looked sideways, and a young man with one arm and a scarred face came with a grin and strode forward.

Behind him, a group of people carried a large number of boxes, and also escorted many captive cold women.

He is the most dazzling junior of the Wulu family in the contemporary era. Wugui, at a young age, can lead barbarian soldiers to plunder the cold. Every battle will win, and every victory will bring back a lot of gold and silver treasures and women.

Wu Guiming came in with a smile and glanced at the Wulu priest present, bowing very respectfully to salute: "Dad, I'm back!"

After seeing him, the coldness of Wulu's priest's face dissipated a lot, and he reached out to help him: "Ghost, where are we looting this time?"

He is both appreciative and complex.

This nephew of his own is really excellent. In contrast, Wu Xiangtian is useless!

Wu Xiangtian smiled: "Jiuli City!"

After hearing this, Uber Fu was surprised: "Jiliu City has three main military areas in Bai Zhantian, how did you get into it?"

Even the Wulu priests were surprised. Jiuli City was the second largest city in southern Xinjiang. It was heavily defended. Three military regions were stationed nearby to guard closely. There were less than one hundred people in the Wugui area. How could it be possible to fight in?

"Hey, my nephew knew some local clan forces. They disguised us as caravans. Then, they robbed and turned around, grabbed some treasures and women, and left."

Where did he have the ability to attack Jiuli City? It was just that there was a traitor to help him get in, and he fled before the military area had responded.

Wu Luo priest could not help but applaud and praise: "Good job! How many people killed?"

Wu Guiming licked his lips and smiled coldly: "Hundreds of them, didn't count them carefully, anyway, they chopped off when they saw someone, hehe, listening to their crying father crying mother!"

"Hahaha! Good kill! The self-righteous gangs of cool people should try the steel knives in the south of our building." Wulu priest showed sick excitement.

Wu Bofu was even more proud, patting him on the shoulder and saying, "It's my son, well done!"

During the speech, Wu Xiangtian glanced silently, but held her neck high, contemptuously in her heart: "What is the power, waste! If your Lao Tzu is Wu Luo, there is still a share of you standing here?"

And his son, although not the son of Wuluo, became the best youth in Wuluo tribe.

Wu Guiming smiled and said: "Yes, I prepared a gift for Dad."

He clapped his palms, and the two servants came in with an iron box and opened it. There was a beautiful jade beads.

"This is what I got from robbing a ninja shop. It is said to be a third-order ninja. It can be used for a long time to calm down and give to my dad.

The Wulu priest took it, warmly tentacled, and could not help being satisfied: "Nephew has heart!"

Wu Guiming smiled and looked at Wu Xiangtian again: "Cousin, I also prepared a gift for you."

He clapped his palms, and the servant brought in the head of a young woman in a vessel and sent it to Wu Xiangtian.

Seeing this head, Wu Xiangtian's face gloomed down.