Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

Since bandits have been rampant, not only the mountain villages have been looted,

Even some woodcutter or hunters who go up the mountain to chop wood and hunt are often brutally brutalized.

Wu Qiao cautiously detoured the mountain from the secluded trail, chopped a basket of firewood, and quickly descended the mountain.

After all, the bandits live in the mountains and no one knows where they will encounter them.

Wu Qiao came cautiously, and when he returned, he carried a basket of firewood, but he walked like flying.

Soon he crossed the mountain and wild road and came to the foot of the mountain. It was just a scene in the distance, which made Wu Qiao, who was fortunate to avoid the bandits, his eyes were cracked.

Under the bloody setting sun, a bandit carried a girl who was struggling and threw it on the haystack of the threshing field, tearing her clothes frantically.

Amid the screams of the girl, a village man raised his scythe and rushed out with a roar, but was kicked over by the bandits beside him.

The man fell to the ground, waving the sickle in his hand frantically, and directly struck the bandit’s calf who was stepping on his shoulder.

The bandit let go of his foot in pain, and the man roared and struggled to get up and rushed towards the haystack.

But as soon as he rushed out two steps, a chopper hit him in the back.

The man crooked his body and fell to the ground, bleeding all over the floor.

His eyes widened, staring at the girl who was crushed by the bandits on the haystack, a mouthful of blood containing grief and resentment, directly sprayed out.

At first, he died of anger.

The bandit stepped on his head, pulled out the cleaver inserted in his heart, brandished a long knife, and whistled a few times:

"Give it to Laozi!"

The same scene happened all over the village,

The man who dared to resist was chopped alive and bloody,

The elderly and children were locked up in the ancestral hall, and the women were humiliated in public.

Following a big fire, the ancestral hall surrounded by haystacks was ruthlessly engulfed by flames.

At the foot of the mountain, the roar of bandits and women's screams echoed endlessly.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qiao felt a rush of anger on his head, his eyes instantly flushed, his veins swelled, and his whole body was trembling!

"brute!"

"brute!"

He roared as if exhausting all the strength of his whole body, and he rushed towards the entrance of the village with the axe in his hand.

Hearing this roar, the bandit leader who was raging raised his eyebrows, turned around and lifted his trouser belt, looking at Wu Qiao rushing towards him with a smile.

During this period of time, this kind of stunned youth, he personally beheaded no fewer than twenty.

He likes to look at the stunned green on the head of the blood, being trampled under his feet by himself,

Roaring, roaring, but helpless.

The other dozen bandits also looked at the young man who rushed to the entrance of the village with a smile.

You know, my boss, but he used to be a practitioner of an outer disciple in an immortal gate for several years,

Although it is only the cultivation base of the mortal level, but the physical strength is no longer comparable to those of ordinary martial arts practitioners, otherwise, it is impossible to bring them all under the command, so that they can be convinced.

This kind of dumbfounded, no matter how angry, it is inevitable that the fate of the corpse in a different place.

They think so, the bandit leader, naturally think so.

He pulled the belt of his trousers with one hand, and beckoned provocatively at Wu Qiao who was rushing not far away:

"Come on, kid, I'm empty-handed..."

The voice of the bandit leader stopped abruptly.

Because, the bandits around were horrified to find that the axe in the hand of the stunned green had no idea when it hit the head of the boss.

A dignified practitioner in the Refining Realm, just like that, was killed by a mountain boy in one shot.

The smiles on the faces of the bandits had not faded, and their eyes were full of panic.

Before they could figure out why, the pitch-black axe had already crossed each of them's necks.

When the sun sets, darkness engulfed the earth,

In the village, apart from the raging fire, there are only corpses all over the floor, and desperate and silly women.

And standing in the pile of corpses, holding a black axe in hand, lingering in darkness, like a demon Wu Qiao.

Wu Qiao seemed to be unconscious, driven by the killing intent, and walked towards the surviving women.

The scared women didn't even have the strength to move.

Seeing Wu Qiao pressing harder step by step, he was about to come to the women,

A burst of white mist suddenly appeared out of thin air and filled Wu Qiao's body, isolating him from the woman.

In the next moment, the white mist condensed into a simple gate. Wu Qiao was driven by the killing intent to stop without knowing it. He stepped directly into the gate and disappeared into the threshing field with the gate.

The woman on the haystack stayed silly for a long time, suddenly screamed, and rushed towards the ancestral hall burning with raging fire.

one by one.

It seems that the moths are fighting the fire.

In the prehistoric dojo,

Shion frowned as he looked at the young man who was carrying an axe and entangled in black energy, and was driven to enslavement by the murderous intent, with a hint of doubt in his heart.

Why did Master recruit this kind of evil spirit?

At the same time, Li Xuan, sitting in the Honghuang Hall, raised his brows, let alone Ziyuan. When he saw Wu Qiao, he was also a little surprised.

For fear that Ziyuan would get angry with a few Nine Heavens Purple Thunders and smash this newly awakened freak disciple to death, Li Xuan hurriedly coughed and said:

"Shiyuan, let this kid in."

Ziyuan repelled and repelled, but she absolutely obeyed the master's order, enduring the discomfort in her heart, and gave way to Wu Qiao, who was brave all over her body.

However, Wu Qiao obviously didn't want to pass by Ziyuan. There are no other creatures in the field now, driven by pure killing intent. His target is one and only Ziyuan.

Ziyuan was a little helpless, so she had to lead him to the Honghuang Palace.

"Master."

Shion bowed to Li Xuan, but after getting up, his eyes fell on the guy who was pressing hard behind him again.

She was very curious, Master, would such demons really be accepted as disciples.

Li Xuan smiled and shook his head:

"It's okay."

Shion understood his mind and stepped back slowly.

Seeing Ziyuan walking by, Wu Qiao wanted to swing the axe at Ziyuan. Li Xuan snorted coldly:

"evil creature."

Rumbling,

Before the words fell, the white mist was surging in the Honghuang Hall, and Wu Qiao couldn't move.

When Ziyuan walked out of the Honghuang Temple, Li Xuancai dissipated the white mist and looked at Wu Qiao, whose black energy was getting more and more boiling.

Suppressed by the white mist, Wu Qiao was so angry that he roared and rushed towards Li Xuan with a huge axe.

This gave Li Xuan another surprise,

It was the first time he met, and he dared to shoot at himself in the Great Desolate Palace.

"interesting."

The corner of Li Xuan's mouth rose slightly, but he let Wu Qiao rush to him, swinging a black axe at him, not avoiding him.

Just stretched out his hand, a little white mist condensed on the tip of his finger, and lightly touched the center of Wu Qiao's eyebrows.

"wake up."

Buzzing.

Wu Qiao's body froze in place,

Arrays of mysterious power surged from his body. Not long after, only the axe in his hand was heard, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

The black energy outside the body gradually dissipated, revealing a pale face that was almost bloodless.

His face was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

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