prehistoric calendar

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"Ant... who are you talking about?"

The magic circle on Wu Ming's body turned into countless runes as small as grains of rice. These runes stuck to his body, tightly binding the infinite beast soul in his body.

These beast souls were not summoned by the orc victims on the battlefield, but by the Four Swords of Zhu Xian. To be precise, all the beasts killed by the Four Swords of Zhu Xian since the creation of Diversity were among them. This

It is still possible that Wu Ming's Prehistoric Beast Formation is not complete, or Wu Ming's layout is not complete and is not a truly complete Prehistoric Beast Formation. Otherwise, even some unimaginable things may be summoned.

But this alone is enough. He has not even completely absorbed one percent of the beast souls. The extent of the absorption has already reached his limit. The weapons of the blessed land have been stretched to the limit. If there is orthodoxy

If a cultivator can see his blessed land in the magic tower, he will find that the blessed land is groaning and tearing apart, as if it will self-destruct at any time.

Wu Ming raised his hand and put it down again. Then he looked at the orc holy throne in the sky and at the dwarf goddess. He silently felt his state. In this state, it was enough to control the Zhuxian Sword Formation. At that moment, he spoke again.

Asked: "Ant, let me ask you, who are you talking about?"

The orc saint stared deeply at Wu Ming. The saint's anger was not visible on his face. He raised his hand again, and just as he was about to press it down, a sword energy passed through, and his palm and fingers were cut off directly.

Then everyone present saw Wu Ming rising to the sky step by step, as if there was an invisible staircase beneath his feet.

"One step at a time will lead to reaching the sky."

Wu Ming chanted loudly: "There is a poem to prove it. You two should listen carefully. It is neither copper, nor iron, nor steel. It was once hidden under the Xumi Mountain. It is not refined by reversing yin and yang. How can it not be tempered by water and fire?"

"Killing the Immortal is powerful, killing the Immortal is dead, trapping the Immortal glows red everywhere, the Absolute Immortal changes infinitely wonderfully, and the Daluo Golden Immortal's clothes are stained with blood."

Wu Ming flicked his fingers again, and a sword energy came straight through. At first, the space between the palm of his hand was as big as a few feet, and then it was tens of feet. In just a flash, one of the arms of the orc holy throne was cut off.

, purple-gold blood flowed out from it, and the orc saint finally looked horrified, because just now, he wanted to heal his injuries, but he couldn't even feel it. His arm... No, just

It's like he has never had arms, it's like he was born like this. This is a situation that has been obliterated even in concept. This is an attack method that even the holy ones, even the elementary holy ones like them, cannot use.

.

"Ask you, ant, who are you talking about!?"

Wu Ming stabbed forward with his hand as a sword, and a sword energy condensed out, turning into a sword and stabbing at the orc holy throne. This sword was simple and vast, and there was a vigorous and powerful ancient inscription engraved on the sword, which read:

kill!

The orc saint's remaining hand tore forward with force, and the space a kilometer in front of him was completely torn apart. Then his entire body penetrated into the space and disappeared immediately, but everyone saw the sword move forward lightly.

With a stroke, the entire space was wiped out. Yes, you can understand this concept just by seeing it. It seems to be a manifestation of the instinct of heaven and earth. This sword wiped out this space, and this space revealed

After coming to the orc holy throne, he watched in astonishment as the long sword reached his body, and then an indescribable force directly penetrated it from the sky, nailing it to the ground, leaving him roaring, boiling, and struggling.

, the sword was motionless, and he couldn't even get up.

Wu Ming watched all this silently. He waved his hand, and half of the skeleton magician's head flew in front of him. Wu Ming took the half of the skull and said, "Don't worry, mentor, I will save you."

"While speaking, Wu Ming began to spurt out blood, and his body seemed to begin to collapse.

Fortunately, a beam of light came at this moment, repairing Wu Ming's body continuously, but the speed of collapse was also extremely fast, and the light seemed to never stop.

But Wu Ming didn't care, and heard the skeleton magician's urgent message: "Wu Ming, save your ancestor. His body was destroyed, and his soul was captured and turned into dragon crystal. Now the orcs are

Sacrifice him, please, save your ancestor."

Wu Ming's face moved, and he raised his hand and slashed towards the orc battlefield. The sword energy came out of thin air, as if blowing dust. All magic, formations, and secrets were concealed. Under this sword energy, even the concept of it was destroyed.

Extinguished, a formation sacrificial platform was immediately revealed. On that platform, an orc made of machines collapsed to the ground. The orc just murmured the four words "The Four Swords of the Immortal Killer". When the sword energy reached this

After his secret was revealed, he immediately blew himself up without saying a single extra word.

Wu Ming frowned and looked at the sacrificial altar carefully, only to find that there was nothing on it. Wu Ming asked the orc holy throne: "What formation is this? What is it being sacrificed to? Ants

, answer me."

The Orc Holy Throne was still struggling crazily, and his voice roared: "What kind of weapon is this? How is this possible? I am the Saint of Plunder. I can even plunder the Holy Throne and hidden existences. I must go to the highest level.

The existence of this thing, what kind of thing is this, can actually kill me!?"

Wu Ming frowned, raised his hand, and moved his sword energy across one after another. The remaining three limbs of the orc saint were severed. He groaned in pain and roared: "Ant, mortal, you dare to destroy my true body!

?After my resurrection, I will definitely kill you, destroy your tribe, destroy your country, and tie your soul to the underworld for 100 million years! How dare a mortal dare to blaspheme the true God!? So what if I abandon this true body at most!?

I have accumulated so much, I will come back to you soon!!"

"Shape, real body? I wonder if you made a mistake." Wu Ming sneered.

Suddenly, the dwarf goddess spoke: "Let him go, Wu Ming. This is the true god and the holy throne. You can't neglect it. After all, the genocide war has not started yet. There is still room for relaxation. Don't let it happen..."

"Noisy!!"

Wu Ming turned around and glared. Only then did the dwarf goddess see that Wu Ming's eyes were all red, and blood kept flowing out of his five holes. Wu Ming stopped talking and raised his hand to swipe at the dwarf goddess.

A simple long sword with the word "Jue" engraved on it appeared out of thin air and stabbed directly towards the dwarf goddess. No matter how the dwarf goddess dodged, energy, space, time acceleration and deceleration were all affected by this sword.

They were all exterminated, and then stabbed into her back with a thud, stabbing her hard to the ground. She lay on the ground in a prostrate posture, and she was also unable to move.

This scene simply shocked all the people around, especially the high-level goblins, dwarfs, dwarves, and goblins. In an instant, there were a large number of high-level goblins, dwarfs, dwarves, and goblin professionals and even legends and semi-goblins.

God, all yelled at Wu Ming, but Wu Ming had no expression on his face, raised his hand and swiped down, and saw thousands of sword auras on the battlefield, flowing like the wind. After a while, all the high-level goblins, dwarfs, dwarves, and goblins who were cursing

They all stopped cursing, each of them looked horrified, and then their bodies were chopped to pieces.

"Wu Ming, how dare you, I am..."

"Boom!"

The trapped fairy sword fell and pierced his body.

"No, we are allies, allies..."

"Boom!"

The Zhuxian Sword fell and pierced his body.

The dwarf goddess no longer dared to make a sound. She felt a kind of death aura. Not only her body, but also her holy path could erase the evil aura of killing. The aura of death and murderous aura seemed to kill everything and nothing. As if she were immortal, she was frightened. Her biggest fear since becoming a saint had just erupted.

Wu Ming said coldly: "Our affairs will be sorted out later."

Then, he turned his head to look at the sky, and murmured at the same time: "The four swords of Zhu Xian, kill everything, kill everything... So, what about the holy way that is a higher level than the concept!?"

"Sword rises!"

Wu Ming roared loudly, and everyone was horrified to see the four giant swords rising from the ground and slashing at the top of the sky. Then they saw a very large sword on top of it. It is a mysterious world, but they cannot understand it and cannot remember it. They will forget it in a blink of an eye. They can only remember that they saw a very mysterious and indescribable world.

Wu Ming didn't even dare to look. Now he was in an overloaded analysis state. It was a high latitude. As soon as he looked at it, he would be affected immediately. This is different from low latitudes. Low latitudes are idealistic. Look, analyze. It doesn't matter, but high latitudes are the ultimate rules of the universe. If he looked at it, with his current strength, something bad might happen.

As soon as the four swords were slashed, the orc saint on the ground immediately howled loudly and miserable. He roared and howled miserably, and his body began to lighten, but it only lightened a little and then stopped. Wu Ming Asked: "Where is my ancestor!? This is the last time I ask, answer, or don't answer, you ant."

"No, impossible, impossible, impossible..." The orc saint seemed to be frightened. He suddenly saw Wu Ming raising his hand again, and immediately shouted hurriedly: "It's them, it's all theirs." Wrong, it was those hidden existences that bewitched me, it was they who bewitched me, your ancestor, and all the souls, flesh and blood sacrificed here were obtained by them, they were obtained!!"

Wu Ming frowned after hearing this, and in the skeleton magician's head in his hand, the light representing the soul trembled sharply, as if it was about to go out at any time.

Wu Ming sighed secretly. He knew from the Skeleton Magician's sister that his mentor and her sister had narrowly escaped death from the elves, and they did so empty-handed. When they arrived at the Business Alliance territory, they Their bodies were about to die. It was the dracolich Sandor, his ancestor who saved them. His mentor became a skeleton, his mentor's sister became a tower spirit, and the dracolich Sandor was also kind-hearted. Not only did he save them, He also taught them magic and arranged a place for them to live. It can be said that his kindness is as heavy as a mountain.

Wu Ming was originally a person who attached great importance to grudges. On this point, he admired the Han Dynasty's thoughts very much. A favor should be repaid a lot, and a grudge can be repaid in ten lifetimes. This was his bottom line. So when he saw his mentor being so kind, he felt deeply in his heart. There are also emotions.

"No rush, mentor, no rush."

Wu Ming persuaded and walked a few steps left and right. Then he made up his mind and waved to Lucifer and Ziya of the Blood Tribe. The two of them came to him as if teleporting. Wu Ming said: "I got it today." A great opportunity, but this opportunity is not mine and will leave after today, so I must establish my authority today, and I must also take precautions against future threats."

Lucifer asked blankly: "What... do you want to do? And what are these four swords?"

Wu Ming smiled, did not answer, and looked at Ziya, who pondered for a moment and then said respectfully: "It's very difficult to get there, but if the savior is sure, then you can go, but it won't take too long.

, you must return within thirty minutes at the latest, otherwise things will change drastically. If you succeed, then the savior will be yours."

Wu Ming nodded and said, "I understand."

Immediately, he held half of the skull of the skeleton magician and said at the same time: "Teacher, don't worry, you value kindness, and I value kindness equally. Everyone, listen up. If you are kind to me, I will repay you ten thousand times. I will be grateful to you."

Grudge, I will repay you in ten lifetimes!!"

The sound resounded throughout the world, and everyone on the battlefield heard it. Then they heard Wu Ming continue to say: "The hidden existence in the low latitudes dared to kidnap my ancestor. Today, I have gone up to Jiutian and down to Biqiong.

I will definitely save the Patriarch!!"

"Four swords are coming!"

"cut!!"

Everyone saw four giant swords falling from the sky and slashing hard towards the ground. This slash did not cause any earthquake or explosion. It was as if nothing happened. Only where the slash was struck was an extremely dark black hole.

The place appeared. Wu Ming let out a long laugh, took half the skull of the skeleton magician, and jumped down towards the black hole. Behind him, four giant swords followed closely. In a daze, everyone seemed to see something.

The wheel was extremely huge, like a ball of light filling the heaven and earth, and appeared behind Wu Ming.

In an instant, Wu Ming disappeared.