"Next, don't speak, don't move, wait here. Everything is up to me."
Turning around, he glared majestically at Yun Luo and the others. Yin Xuege took Youquan and Bai Yuzi with him alone, soared into the air, deliberately exuding a magnificent aura, and flew in the direction of Mutao Acropolis. .
The monks in Yunluo were completely stunned. What did Yin Xuuge want to do? Can one person take on an acropolis alone? Even though he has used a large formation to trap all the elite soldiers in the city, there are definitely thousands of elite soldiers stationed in Mutao Guard City!
A high-pitched horn sound sounded on the city wall, and dense defensive restrictions flashed on the city wall. Yin Xuuge's body sank and fell from the air. He landed on the top of a big tree and looked at the gate of Mutao Acropolis from a distance.
On the city gate building, a strong old man pressed his hands on the city wall and stared at Yin Xuege with cold eyes. Hundreds of miles away, he yelled sternly: "Who dares to attack our Mutao Acropolis, you monster? What kind of magic did you use to harm the elite in my city?"
Yin Xuuge formed seals with his hands, his fingers quickly changed, and he made one hundred and forty-four weird seals in succession. These seals have no power. They are not magical spells. They are more like simple secret signs and signals.
He looked at the old man and raised his head proudly: "I brought you the greetings from my ancestors."
The old man on the city gate building stiffened, and his face twitched violently. The young generals around him had their eyes widened. They all stared blankly at Yin Xuege, stunned by his words.
The greetings of ancestors have a special meaning among the saints. When a member of a certain lineage of a saint wants to expand their power, they will send elite disciples from the clan to lead them to the prey they are eyeing. 'Ancestors' Greetings'. This kind of greeting is never warm and affectionate, but full of coldness and blood.
The elite disciple sent to greet him will challenge the leader of the target force one by one. If he can conquer the opponent with one person, then the clan will acquiesce and he will take his place and control the force that he defeated.
The winner gets everything, while the loser, with luck, can survive and get a place to live in the city. But most of the time, the loser's family will be expelled from the city and become a miserable casual cultivator.
The 'greetings from ancestors' cannot be refused or refused. This is a means of survival of the fittest within the family and an effective competition mechanism to maintain the upward momentum and competitiveness of the family.
"Damn thing!" The old man on the city gate building gritted his teeth and spat out a few words from the gap between his teeth. Yin Xuuge's complicated set of gestures just now proved that he was indeed a member of the Sima clan.
"Dad, how about we just surround him and kill him?" A man standing behind the old man lowered his voice and suggested with murderous intent that the old man simply kill Yin Xuuge.
"Idiot!" Sima Nu, the guard of Mutao Acropolis, slapped his eldest son Sima Yan staggering and almost rolled down the city wall: "Since he dares to show up with only one maid, there must be experts from his family nearby to take care of him. .If our family dares to break the rules, Mutaowei will be destroyed."
Gritting his teeth, Sima Nu cursed in a low voice with incomparable venom: "Which bastard is targeting our family's foundation? Sima Da? Sima Wei? Sima Feng? Sima Qiu? Which bastard is he? He has the guts to do it. There are just a few bastards out there who value our Mutaowei's foundation."
The defensive restrictions on the city wall quietly dispersed, and the city gate slowly opened.
Yin Xuege laughed and jumped into the air, continuing to fly towards the city gate. His big sleeves were fluttering in the wind, and he shouted loudly and proudly: "Mr. Sima Nu, I will not claim my status. If I win, Mutao Guard will be mine; if I lose, I will turn around and leave, avenging It doesn’t matter if you don’t give your name.”
Flying quickly in the sky, Yin Xuege rudely crossed the city wall and landed in front of Sima Nu.
Sima glared at Yin Xuege angrily and threatened word by word: "Baby, have you considered it? Greetings from the ancestors... Hehe, someone actually has an idea for me? I, Sima Nu, manage this small piece of business, but there are already 30,000 Seven thousand years."
Yin Xuege looked at Sima Nu unequivocally: "A thief who is old but not dead is called a thief. Our ancestors said that Sima Nu was very old, but he didn't die on the battlefield fighting the demon from outside the territory! In the ordinary guard city , it is rare for a guard to live to be ten thousand years old, this Sima Nu is too afraid of death."
Sima was so angry that his face turned blue and his body was shaking.
He pointed at Yin Xuege and wanted to say something, but Yin Xuege interrupted Sima Nu's words rudely: "My ancestor also said that Sima Nu's greed for life and fear of death is simply a waste of time. Our Sima clan is in disgrace. My ancestor told me, son, go and seize Sima Nu’s position as a guard, organize an elite army, and kill a few more extraterrestrial demons, so that other family members can see our Sima clan. The majesty of a young man.”
A young man behind Sima Nu roared, took a heavy step forward, and shouted sternly: "Arrogant boy, you have such a loud tone!"
Yin Xuege glanced at the young man with disdain and shook her head disdainfully: "My ancestor also said that all members of Mutao Wei Sima Nu's family are incompetent. The old ones are greedy for life and afraid of death, and their sons and grandsons are all playboys. It’s useless. So my ancestor said, I’m 90% sure to replace it.”
Sima was so angry that he laughed loudly. He pointed at Yin Xuege and shouted sternly: "Okay, okay, okay, 90% sure? Okay, that's good. Since you want to follow the rules, challenge my Sima Nu family. , then follow the rules. I won’t ask you your name, and don’t say I bullied you little kid. Let’s go to the school field and have a good fight.”
Yin Xuuge sneered and pointed toward the city: "Very good, please, please, please, please lead the way!"
Sima Nu looked up to the sky and laughed three times, threw down his sleeves, rose into the sky with a gloomy face, and quickly fell to the school grounds in the city. A group of family members behind Sima Nu gave Yin Xuege a gloomy look and also flew towards the school grounds.
In the jungle, Monk Yunluo, who overheard the conversation between Yin Xuege and Sima Nu through the use of his magical power of seeing from the sky and the earth, looked blankly at his companions who were also dumbfounded around him: "Greetings from the ancestors? These demons still have such rules? This, this, why don’t we have any information at all?”
Monk Yuanzhen frowned and shook his bald head vigorously: "It can be seen that fellow Taoist Mu is indeed a thoughtful person. When we saw these demons in the past, we tried our best to kill them. We had no intention and had no chance to capture them alive. , tortured for confession. Tsk, Fellow Taoist Mu is indeed extraordinary."
Monk Yunjue played with a string of Buddhist beads and stared blankly in the direction of Mu Taowei: "But, what are the rules of this so-called greeting? Can fellow Taoist Mu win over so many people?"
Yuan Zhen smiled slightly, shook his head gently, and sighed sincerely: "Whether we can win or not is not important. What is important is that Fellow Daoist Mu has already entered the city, and we have already won more than half of it."
Mutao Health School Ground has been surrounded by countless people.
Among these people were generals, officers, soldiers, and large groups of noble people. Everyone looked at Yin Xuege standing in the middle of the school grounds with strange expressions, secretly wondering about his origins and his character.
Everyone remained silent, fearing that any movement would cause Sima Nu's displeasure. The entire Mutao Guard has Sima Nu's family as its core, dozens of noble families attached to the Sima family, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and their families. The life and death of the honor and disgrace are all determined by Sima Nu's thoughts.
Now someone suddenly jumped out to challenge the supreme authority of Sima Nu's family. For the residents of Mutao Acropolis who had been living under Sima Nu's huge shadow, this was undoubtedly a big event like the sky falling and the earth falling. They rushed to the school grounds with various complicated emotions and quietly examined Yin Xuege.
Youquan stood in the crowd without saying a word. There was a faint mist spreading under her feet. The extremely slight mist, covered by the breath of tens of thousands of people, no one noticed this mist at all. The water mist is mixed with an extremely slight amount of medicinal power, a top-notch drug that is enough to make Zhenxiandu's bones weak, muscles numb and his combat power lost.
But Youquan can only slowly release water mist and medicine. Not to mention the entire Mutao Acropolis, even this school ground, it would take at least half an hour for everyone on the school ground to gradually inhale enough medicinal power.
At this time, he could only rely on Yin Xuege to fight for it.
Yin Xuuge stood in the middle of the school ground, still with that unpleasant pride, looking proudly at Sima Nu and his descendants directly opposite.
Sima Nu, who lived for nearly 40,000 years, had less than thirty descendants in total. Sitting upright on a large stone chair, Sima Nu pointed at Yin Xuege proudly: "Since you have brought greetings from an unknown member of my clan, then, boy, my child, you can do whatever you want. Take your pick. Anyway, according to the rules, you have to defeat me and all my descendants one by one to be eligible to occupy Mutaowei."
Yin Xuege smiled indifferently, took a deep look at Sima Nu, and casually pointed to a young man wearing Qilin soft armor behind him.
"What you said makes sense. Anyway, we have to kill him one by one, so just pick the weakest one and warm up. I guess it won't take much effort to kill him... Is it a fight to the death or a fight to the death?"
Yin Xuuge's provocative words made Sima Nu pull a long face, but his last words made everyone tremble.
Fighting to the death means fighting to the death, and it ends only when one person is killed; fighting means fighting to the death, leaving people with a breath of life and a glimmer of hope. Yin Xuege suddenly raised this question, which finally made Sima Nu and others start to face Yin Xuege seriously.
What he brought was the greetings from the ancestors, the bloodiest and coldest greetings within the Holy Clan, a game of metabolism controlled by the law of the jungle and the law of the jungle. If Sima Nu and his family were not careful, they would probably face the cruelest end. (Want to know more exciting news about "Blood Song of Three Realms"? Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner, select Add Friends to add a public account, search for "Qidianzhongwenwang", follow the public account, and never miss every moment again Updates!)
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