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"Wu Tunye is dead?" Yang Jie showed a look of shock on his face. As the holy son of the Xu Dao Sect, he knew something about every divine son of the ancient royal family.

Although no two have never met each other, Yang Jie knows that Wu Tunye should be a strong rival.

"How dare you attack the ancient royal family!" Yang Jie still couldn't imagine this information.

"Have the Tuntian Rat Clan found the murderer?"

"No, not only did we not find the murderer, even the head of the Tuntian Mouse Clan died this time." Xu Daozi said in a deep voice.

It is impossible to guess the strength of this sudden appearance that can kill the patriarch of the Swallowing Mouse Clan.

"Now that old fellow Wu Zun is mad, I sent someone to protect you because I was afraid that Wu Zun would go crazy and attack you." Xu Daozi said seriously.

Although these supreme gods of the human race have declared that they were not shot by themselves, but besides these supreme gods of the human race, there are many other sects.

If the first-class sect of the human race uses the strength of the whole clan, it can also be done.

The current peaceful relationship between the Human Race and the Ten Thousand Races is very unstable.

"Understood, thank you ancestor." Yang Jie did not refuse, but agreed.

The same scene happened in other supreme sects, and all major Sect29s secretly strengthened the protection of the Son, fearing that accidents would happen.

In the sky above a mountain in Dongzhou, a bronze chariot slowly floats here.

There were bloodstains and stumps all over the mountains and rivers below. A red 100-meter mouse stood aside. Every hair on its body was like a red thorn, and its body exuded an extremely terrifying aura.

And in front of the red mouse are three black and red figures, and the bronze metal masks are worn on the faces of the three figures, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"Everyone, my Chishu clan has no grievances against you, why do you want to slaughter our clan like this!" Chishu stared at the three people in front of him, his eyes were full of hatred!

The three of them on the first day of the junior high school did not speak, and stared at the red mouse with cold eyes under the mask.

The third day of the junior high school took the lead, and the spear in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed at the patriarch of the Chishu clan. The tip of the spear swept towards the Chishu with unimaginable power.

"It's your fault that you are the Rat Clan!" The faint voice of the first day of junior high school sounded, and the second day of junior high school and the first day of junior high school would not stay on.

The aura of Cultivation Base from the early stage of the Holy Master erupted from the three of them, and Chishu showed despair on his face.

"Puff!" The sound of the spear point cutting through the flesh sounded.

The body of the Patriarch of the Red Rat Clan fell heavily on the ground from a high altitude, setting off bursts of thick smoke.

After killing the patriarch of the Chishu clan, the three of them on the first day of the junior high school did not stop, and directly turned into a killing god and rushed to the territory of the Chishu clan to start an indiscriminate massacre.

The screams sounded from below, lingering for a long time.

Chen Fan in the chariot didn't have the slightest expression on his face. He only killed the rat race and the race that devoured humans along the way.

For those kind-hearted other races, they didn't let the first-class people make a move.

A quarter of an hour later, the screams below stopped, and Chu Yi led a young man to the chariot.

"Master Shengzi, this is the arrogance of the Red Rat Clan." At the beginning - throw the man beside the bronze chariot.

Chen Fan didn't say much, and stretched out a palm directly, and the divine light burst out from his heart and shot at the man's head.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing the Tianjiao of the Red Rat Clan."

"Get 30,000 luck points."

The mechanical system prompt sounded in Chen Fan's mind, but Chen Fan ignored it.

"Let's go." Chen Fan's flat voice came from inside the chariot.

The body of Tianjiao of the Red Rat Clan fell from a high altitude beside the patriarch.

The bronze chariot set sail again and headed towards the next Rat Tribe, leaving only the mountain full of corpses.

The story of Chen Fan's wanton massacre of clans quickly spread in Dongzhou, and many races knew that there was a mysterious bronze chariot with a group of subordinates.

Wherever they go, there is no grass, and no race can leave a living.

Wherever they passed, there were bloody remains everywhere.

What makes other races even more puzzled is that most of the exterminated races are rat races.

Recalling the news that the God Son of the Tuntian Rat Clan was killed, not all races guessed that someone deliberately wanted to start a war with the Rat Clan.

The mysterious bronze chariot massacre was still going on, and many Rat Clans who heard the news were frightened.

But at this moment, the Sky-Swallowing Mouse Clan can still take care of their affairs, Wu Zun has already appeared on the territory of the Golden-winged Great Peng Clan.

Wu Chen quietly passed through the protective barrier of the Golden-winged Great Peng clan and came to the forbidden area of ​​the Golden-winged Great Peng clan.

Looking at the forbidden area full of black dead trees, Wu Zun walked in directly with a solemn face, and soon came to the green grass in the center of the forbidden area.

"Brother Wu, why did you come to me if you didn't investigate the murderer who killed your god son?" Jin Tuqi sat on the grass and looked up at Wu Chen.

"Brother Jin, I have something to do with you." Wu Zun suppressed a smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" A smile appeared on Jin Tuqi's handsome face, and he arranged for Wu Chen to sit down.

After Wu Chen sat down with a solemn face, he waved his hand without beating around the bush, and the phantom of the huge black pit on the ground of the Purple Rat Clan appeared high in the sky.

"Brother Jin, please look, this is the place where the god son and patriarch of our clan died tragically."

Jin Tuqi looked at the 380-degree phantom in the sky, his face gradually sank, and his golden vertical pupils showed a hint of shock.

"I believe Brother Jin has also seen the clues. I suspect that the tragic death of the Son of God this time is most likely caused by other races!" Wu Zun said directly, and with a wave of his arm, the phantom in the sky disappeared.

Jin Tuqi lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked at Wu Zun: "Brother Wu, what do you want to say?".

"Quasi Emperor appeared in other races, and they took action against our Sky-Tuning Mouse Clan, just to push our Sky-Tuning Mouse Clan from the seat of the ancient royal family." Wu Zun said.

"I want to ask Brother Jin to help me find out that secret Quasi Emperor, and then kill him to avenge my son of God!"

Wu Zun's face showed a ferocious ferocity, and his body gushed out.

"Hehehehe, hahahaha!" Hearing Wu Zun's words, Jin Tuqi first smiled, and then opened his mouth to laugh out loud.

"You want me to help you? Wu Zun, don't forget what you did when my Golden-winged Great Peng clan suffered heavy losses in the Northern Wilderness a year ago!" Jin Tuqi's handsome face showed anger, and he looked directly at the opposite side Wu Zun.

Jin Tuqi has always remembered what happened in the northern wilderness a year ago, and every time he thinks about it, endless anger bursts out in Jin Tuqi's heart.

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