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When countless arrows rained down like black rain from the sky, the archers could only find cover or curl up, praying that the arrows would not hit their vitals and save their lives. As the arrow fell, a series of wails sounded out.1

Then, an old but dignified voice came from a large tent: "Fellow Feng, since you have come to my camp, don't bully those ordinary soldiers. Please come inside the tent. "

"Since these ants dare to use their bows and crossbows to ambush This King, I will naturally make my move to teach them a lesson." Feng Wangu's tone was cold and indifferent.

Afterwards, Feng Wangu and Fan Wuji both landed in the main camp. Although this main camp was temporarily constructed, there were many tents, and within them were 120 thousand golden-armored soldiers. These were the last of the royal army's core forces.

Hearing the words of the Royal Elder, the soldiers didn't hesitate to attack the two. In addition, some of the cultivators guessed Feng Wangu's identity. To be able to be called a dao friend by the Royal Ancestor, and to have the surname Feng, he must be the Fish Dragon Dean, Feng Wangu.

All of the cultivators stared at the two in awe. Feng Wangu's methods just now had thoroughly shocked them. Feng Wanguo took a long and vigorous step, but he still silently released the power of the profound mysteries to protect Fan Wuji. Although Fan Wuji was a demon, his strength was only comparable to the intermediate stage of the Spirit Sea Realm. If Mo Wentian went all out to attack him, Fan Wuji could take his life with a single move. This was a huge gap between realms. Fan Wuji was an unrivalled monstrous genius, and was already able to fight those of a higher realm. But in the end, he was only an Upper Sky Realm warrior, two great realms away from the Life and Death Realm.

The two of them quickly entered the tent. He saw that there was a tiger leather recliner in the middle tier and it was placed on the highest platform in the deepest area. And on each of the two rows below the stage, there were ten small tables and chairs. Most of the people sitting in one row were cultivators with high cultivation bases. Some of them were Spirit Sea Realm experts. As for the tables and chairs in the other row, they were filled with armored, brawny generals.

On the high platform, a dignified old man was sitting upright on a tiger leather reclining chair. His aura was reserved, but from time to time, a trace of it would leak out, like the sound of a clap of thunder. This dignified old man had a benevolent look on his face, but he carried a completely different sort of dignity and even fiendish aura. This man gave Fan Wuji an old and strong impression.

Needless to say, this old man was none other than Mo Wentian, the ancestor of the Royal Clan. He was at the middle level of the Life and Death Realm, a terrifying existence who grasped the profound mysteries of the second level of the Lightning God Realm.

Mo Wentian looked at Feng Wangu and laughed heartily. He smiled and said, "Brother Feng has always lived in the depths of the Fish Dragon Academy, and was not familiar with the affairs of the world. If that's the case, then I thank you, Fellow Daoist. "

Hearing his words, Feng Wangu shook his head as he laughed. Upon seeing this, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed as the smile on his face faded away. His countenance turned as dark as the clouds.

Mo Wentian looked at Feng Wanguo, and said with a gloomy face: "Since Brother Feng is not here to help the Imperial Family, then please leave. I don't have time to reminisce with you. I advise Brother Feng to say something. It's best if you don't let the muddy water of this war flow. "

His words were laced with a hint of anger, if Feng Wangu couldn't hear the threat behind his last sentence, he would definitely die. Originally, with his personality, he didn't want to get mixed up in this. However, he understood that Fan Wuji was the school's hope, and he had to unconditionally stand on Fan Wuji's side.

Fan Wuji smiled and said, "You must be senior Mo." My name is Fan Wuji. "

Initially, in Mo Wentian's eyes, Fan Wuji was merely a mere Xiantian, and was simply unable to enter his eyes, directly ignoring him. However, when Fan Wuji introduced himself, he immediately understood that this young man whom he had ignored was this generation's most dazzling genius.

Mo Wentian sighed in his heart: Could it be that the rumor was true? The genius king and Zhao Zhengtian were inextricably linked? If that was the case, then this person and Feng Wangu would be in grave trouble.

Soon after, Mo Wentian revealed a smile, he pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Oh, it's Nephew Limitless. This king is very happy that you've won the title of the number one genius of the Hundred Kingdoms for the glory of the Tang Kingdom. I wonder what business the two of you have here? "

"Senior Mo, Zhao Zhengtian is my teacher." I hope you leave quickly and don't get involved in this war. If there was peace in this world, there would be war. If there were dynasties, there would be dynasties. The changing of Yin and Yang, the reversal of Heaven and Earth, these were all common matters. Right now, the royal family was being immoral and a tyrant was taking charge. Zhao Zhengtian's army was something that the people of the world and the people of the Myriad Miles Rivers and Mountains had to do with. It was a trend. Senior Mo, don't worry about where this world belongs. "You are already old, it is enough for you to live the rest of your life in peace." Fan Wuji revealed a smiling expression. His tone was overbearing, but it was also filled with grandeur.

At this moment, the other cultivators and generals in the tent were all hissing one after another. They were all shocked by Fan Wuji's words.

Mo Wentian was the most ancient Life and Death Realm King of the Tang Kingdom. His cultivation was at the pinnacle of the middle stages of the Life and Death Realm, and even the kings of other countries would speak politely to him when they saw him. They didn't know where a mere Xiantian like Fan Wuji would get such courage.

He stood up, and drew his long blade. He shouted angrily, "Where did this little child come from, daring to speak to my clan's ancestor in such a manner? Don't you want to live? If it's you, I don't mind cutting off your head. "

"Where did the barking come from?" Fan Wuji's cold eyes narrowed, and he coldly snorted. At the same time, he extended his finger, and in the blink of an eye, a stream of sword Qi shot out. This sword Qi was infused with the sword intent of the second level, and in the blink of an eye, it chopped off the head of this warrior general.

His head tumbled down, and his huge body immediately collapsed. Blood flowed out, and soon after, a small pool of blood formed on the ground. The reek of blood was extremely repulsive, making people feel nauseous.

As for Mo Wentian, he actually didn't expect Fan Wuji to be so domineering. With just a single word, he used his sword qi to behead the general. He immediately glared furiously at Fan Wuji. The mysteries of the lightning in his body were faintly discernible, as if it could explode at any time.

Fan Wuji gave a bright smile, looked at Mo Wentian and said, "Senior Mo, your dog is too noisy, I'll help you cut it down. "It's a simple task, don't thank me, Senior Mo."

"You … "Bastard!" Even though Mo Wentian's self-control was astonishing, when he saw Fan Wuji acting so arrogantly, he couldn't help but explode with fury. As the saying goes, you have to look at your owner to beat up a dog. In the blink of an eye, the Profound Truths of Thunder burst out from his body, forming a powerful defensive barrier that enveloped Fan Wuji.

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