"There's a way!" Ji Hao praised sincerely.
Elder Tianji's attack was like a bird flying across the river, leaving a vague trace on the surface of the river, but there was no trace. It was extremely weird. When the enemy takes action, he takes action at the same time. When the enemy's attack fails, his attack has already hit the enemy.
Moreover, Elder Tianji's attack power is also very weird. It's not like a pure physical attack, but it doesn't have the mana fluctuations spread by spell attacks. His palm was like some kind of superior being looking down at a plate of incense ashes. He gently smoothed out the traces on the incense ashes and easily killed the Yu clan old man.
With a 'dong' sound, the old man of the Yu tribe fell heavily to the ground. His body was like rotten wood. After falling to the ground, it immediately turned into countless pieces. There was even a wisp of dust ejected from his corpse.
"A very terrifying power." Si Wenming's eyes widened in surprise: "He is indeed the strongest person in the world."
Ji Hao was silent, Hua Xulie, Lie Shankang and others looked at each other and cheered up at the same time. Si Wenming's words suddenly woke them up. No matter how weak the original power of the Panxi world was, no matter how weak the natives of the Panxi world were in terms of strength, no matter how deficient they were compared with the elites of the human race and alien races.
In short, Elder Tianji is the most powerful existence among all the indigenous people in this world.
From the comparison of the original power of the world, the human race from the Pangu world can look down on the natives of the Panxi world. But in terms of the absolute power he possesses, the unfathomable Elder Tianji deserves everyone's respect.
Whether it is Ji Hao, Si Wenming, or the ancestral elders of various races who have some reverie in their hearts, they must show due and minimum respect and even fear to Elder Tianji.
"At least Elder Tianji is a good person." Ji Hao murmured to himself: "He is trying his best to make plans for his own people. Otherwise, he would not have given me the treasure."
The so-called 'that treasure' is naturally Panxi's natal holy weapon, Panxi Divine Mirror. Elder Tianji presented this magical mirror to Ji Hao without any delay. Ji Hao must stand on Elder Tianji's side both emotionally and rationally.
Looking thoughtfully at the many indigenous ancestral elders with ugly faces, Ji Hao suddenly raised his voice: "Elder Tianji and I hit it off immediately. Uncle Wenming, after this gambling fight is over, I will ask Elder Tianji to Go live in my Yao Bo territory and let him go to the witch palace to become an old shaman. His divination will be of great help to us."
Si Wenming laughed. He glanced at the many indigenous ancestors whose faces suddenly darkened, and said with a faint smile: "This is the best. Elder Tianji is steady, mature, practical and reliable, and there are still many things that need his help."
The faces of Tu Zhengyi and other ancestral elders of various clans became more and more gloomy and ugly, while Elder Tianji was stable and mature. In other words, were they not stable enough, mature enough, down-to-earth enough, and reliable enough? The group of people looked at each other and at the same time looked at the emperors standing beside Si Wenming.
The eyes of many emperors flickered, and they were a little more cautious when looking at each other.
Although everyone is a supporter of Si Wenming, they come from different tribes, and each family has its own interests. The natives of Panxi World are likely to become the main soldiers of each family. The interests involved here are too important, and everyone has countless thoughts swirling in their hearts.
Elder Tianji killed his opponent with one blow, and his little face that looked like an eight or nine-year-old child was full of evil energy.
He looked at Yemo Su, smashed the black crystal ball still floating in the air with his palm, and shouted sternly: "The secret is here, who dares to fight? Who can kill such a good head?"
Before Yemosu could speak, Elder Tianji shouted sternly: "Panxi World is our home, and we didn't ask you to come here. You are powerful, you are powerful, we accept our fate! But how many of us are fat? A few hard bones, be careful of chipping your teeth!"
Ji Hao didn't say anything, and Si Wenming didn't say anything either. Elder Tianji's words were meant for Yemosu and the others, but they were also meant for Ji Hao, Si Wenming, and the others. Elder Tianji’s meaning is very clear. Even if the fate of Panxi World is irreversible, no one should want to randomly decide the fate of the natives of Panxi World!
Even if Panxi's world eventually collapses and the natives of Panxi's world will eventually become attached to a powerful ethnic group and become their vassals, Elder Tianji still hopes that his people can maintain a certain degree of independence.
Elder Tianji accepted his fate. He and his tribe could become vassals, but he would never allow his tribe to become slaves!
This is the last pride of a few hard bones wrapped in a big piece of fat! Although helpless, it is tragic!
"Every race will have its own heroes." Ji Hao stood next to Si Wenming and said quietly to himself: "Elder Tianji is... But fortunately, we have no shortage of heroes, and our backbone is quite solid."
Si Wenming smiled gently, nodded gently, and patted Ji Hao's shoulder hard.
He looked at Elder Tianji deeply, but didn't say a word. Although Elder Tianji's initiative to seek battle is tragic, it is related to the life and death of several races. It is difficult to be a hero... There is no right or wrong for heroes.
"Kill him!" Yemosu was so angry that his eyes twitched.
I thought it was a good opportunity to please Emperor Shisha, and also get some credit to improve my status in the clan. He never dreamed that something that was so easy to grasp would become so complicated!
According to the information obtained, he chased Ji Hao all the way to the shabby place of Fallen Jueyuan, and the floating hall he was assigned to crashed. The loss will definitely be recorded on his head. It was just a floating hall, but an old deacon of the clan who was accompanying him was actually killed. Yemo Su felt that his face was shameful, and he was bound to find some face with Elder Tianji.
A hundred Jia tribe warriors were holding sharp blades, and a metal disc with a diameter of about ten feet suddenly appeared under their feet. Circles of runes lit up on the dark metal disc. The disc held these family warriors and flew up, bringing up waves of evil wind and rushing towards Elder Tianji.
The Tianji Compass emerged from behind Elder Tianji. Elder Tianji looked at these Jia clan warriors expressionlessly. His body suddenly grew taller by more than an inch, and his face changed from an eight or nine-year-old child to about ten years old.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Elder Tianji was like a ghost, lightly passing through the killing queue composed of a hundred Jia clan elites.
"Do you really think that Panxi's world can let you do whatever you want?" Elder Tianji sneered, blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices at the same time, and his face grew about a year older.
The sound of "Puff" was endless, and a hundred elites of the Jia tribe spurted out a large amount of black blood and broken internal organs at the same time. Each one of them fell heavily to the ground and died suddenly on the spot.
(End of chapter)