Jiang Wang used his immortal thoughts to release all the memories about Rao Bingzhang, although he knew that this would definitely arouse Jiang Mengxiong's rage.

If you raise an army in anger, a wise man will not take it.

But what qualifications does he have to prevent Jiang Mengxiong from knowing about Rao Bingzhang's thirteen years of struggle in the demon world?

What reason did he have to let Rao Bingzhang's pain be silent in heaven and earth?

Thirteen years ago, Jiang Mengxiong came to the demon world and only brought back a Shaohua Spear.

Today, thirteen years later, he learned that Rao Bingzhang had been tortured in the demon world for thirteen years. He endured hardship until death and had "think twice" until he died.

Perhaps it was a godly monk who had been alone for nearly half a year and was able to escape from the hinterland of the demon clan. This news is so touching.

Or maybe the opening of the Shenxiao world has indeed opened the shackles of the demon clan and touched the nerves of the human race.

At such a moment, the two tribes of humans and demons are constantly increasing their numbers. The True Monarch of Heavenly Demons is constantly coming, and I will appear on stage after you sing.

For example, the ancient Nanshan Cicada Dharma Yuan and the Black Lotus Temple muntjac have already retreated from the battle in the starry sky.

For example, Wu Daoyou, the North Heavenly Master of Jing Kingdom, who came in urgently, Lv Yandu, the arrogant governor of Jing Kingdom, and Yu Wenguo, the True Lord of Mu Kingdom, who was already on duty at Suiming City...

But no matter what kind of supreme power he is, he can't cover up Jiang Mengxiong at this moment.

He clenched his fists in front of the Demon Clan Nantian City.

The pair of finger-tiger fingers, which are famous in the heavens, are well worn on his hands.

As soon as the overthrown army is grasped, the sky and the earth are darkened.

The entire Wunan battlefield is shrouded in his shadow. He is the unparalleled god of war, and the black soldiers are rolling thousands of miles, like dragons and tigers, like a forest of shaking weapons, like drums and millions of troops.

When the killing general is grasped, the gods and ghosts cry sadly.

Countless dead souls of powerful men howled under his fingers!

Such a fist has killed the king of a country, the general of the Zhu Kingdom, the heavenly demon, the emperor, and the heavenly demon!

Jiang Mengxiong will not kill unknown people with his fists.

Fight from the south to the north, from the east to the west, from this world to the heavens.

His fists are unique to heaven and earth, and his fists are like hell.

There was no expression on his face at this time, not even anger.

There is no such thing as Rao Bingzhang in the world.

There is no self in the world.

Nothing exists except the fist.

Only fists!

Today there are no more true kings than celestial demons.

But Jiang Mengxiong was the first to strike, punching seven heavenly demons at the same time alone!

Apart from the ape immortal court with golden armor and red clothes, who can be worthy of it?

Large areas of space collapsed, the order of time and space was shattered, all principles were not allowed to exist, and the Yuan Power tens of thousands of miles around was swept away! Jiang Mengxiong stopped talking, but his fists smashed the sky and the earth with a sound, A name kept ringing out.

"Tiger is too old! Tiger is too old!"

If there is no blood today, I will have no peace of mind in this life!

You have to think twice.

Why don’t I miss you as a teacher... Thirteen years!

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Yaozu Fang, Shi Anxuan, Qi Guanying, Yuan Xianting, Lu Ximing, Xuan Nangong, Cicada Fayuan, Qixing Kong.

Human Race Fang, Jiang Mengxiong, Qin Changsheng, Zuo Xiao, Wu Daoyou, Lu Yandu, Yu Wenguo.

A total of thirteen extremely powerful men from the two tribes started fighting on the Wunan battlefield.

This may be a preview of the Shenxiao War.

By this time, the news of the opening of the Shenxiao world had been known to the top brass of the human race.

The human race has to accept the fact that it needs to build a new line of defense. This will inevitably affect the pattern of the entire world and the situation of the human race towards all worlds.

Today's scene may be regarded as a baseline for the demon clan.

Such a terrifying battle is no longer something that just an army can intervene in.

Hearing that Ren Shen hurriedly withdrew his troops.

Even a powerful real person like Ku Jue, who had shown great power just now, had no choice but to run away with his precious disciple.

Jiang Wangshang rested behind Mr. Zuo. His whole body was no longer tense, and he was as relaxed as a young man riding a car touring the flower street, watching the battle between the top players.

Although he had survived the disaster and was covered in blood, he still tied up his long hair with a hairband in an orderly manner. He slowly controlled the Ruyi Immortal Clothes and cleaned himself.

Over the past five months, he has fought and failed again and again, tried again and again, despaired again and again, and moved forward again and again.

It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t stop, it doesn’t let go.

He has been on the verge of death countless times in the world of Shenxiao, and he is so strong that he is like a symbol called "strong" rather than a specific person. He seems to know no pain, no suffering, no giving up, and he seems to be able to bear everything!

But how can one bear it all?

He is just a twenty-two-year-old young man.

Just because he was in the hinterland of the demon clan at that time and knew that he had no one to rely on!

Until now...

The true kings of the human race are coming one after another.

Senior Guanyan, who was like a teacher and a friend, escorted him all the way.

Kujue, who treated himself like a nephew, split his throat in anger.

The Great Qi Army Divine Fist Wen Tianyao, which is like a Dinghai Divine Needle.

Duke Huai, who treated him like his own grandson, stood in front of him.

He could finally relax and even think about sprucing up his appearance a little.

Although... fatigue is coming like a tide. My brain is dizzy in circles, every muscle in my body is begging to relax, every Dao Yuan is silent, and every ounce of blood is too lazy to boil again.

Suddenly the back of his neck tightened.

His body was subconsciously alert, and his right hand instinctively held the sword, then relaxed in front of the familiar breath.

Just like that, Ku Jue grabbed the back of his neck and evacuated all the way towards Wu'an City.

The battle between the two peaks broke out behind them.

Boundless clouds loom over the sky, and flames soar into the sky.

Jiang Wang deliberately asked the yellow-faced old monk to adjust his posture. The majestic Marquis Wu'an of Qi was being carried away by his neck, which was really not very decent. But the old monk's speed was extraordinary. Before he could speak, he had already entered the city. , and was thrown on a huge and soft bed.

Incense was lit on the stove, and there was a formation pattern above the head.

There is a faint fragrance, and the formations are glowing.

I poured a bowl of medicine into my mouth without thinking.

"Don't think about anything, just have a good sleep first." The old monk rarely spoke so gently, and his voice contained the power of concentration and nourishment.

This process was so comfortable that Jiang Wang's consciousness became hazy.

But before he fell asleep, he suddenly woke up. He reluctantly raised his left hand, letting Ku Jie see the copper bell tied on his wrist: "Senior..."

Ku Jue's eyes suddenly lit up, he held the bronze bell in his hand, looked left and right, grinning to the back of his ears: "You kid... forget it when you come back, you still want to bring a gift to Master!

This, how can I praise you as a teacher!"

"This thing..."

"I like it, I like it very much as a teacher!"

Jiang Wang reluctantly said: "This thing from Mount Sumeru has been sacrificed by generations of Zen masters in order to return it, and I rely on it to survive... If you are kind enough, please send it back to Mount Sumeru so that it can return to its original owner and comfort Zen Master Xingnian's spirit in heaven."

"What thing from Mount Sumeru! What does it have to do with Mount Sumeru!" Kujue jumped up anxiously: "This thing in your hand belongs to your master! You stupid-"

His high-pitched voice fell instantly.

Because Jiang Wang, who was lying on the bed, had closed his eyes and fell into an extremely deep sleep.

I have been living in the hinterland of the demon clan for nearly half a year, and I haven’t dared to sleep a single breath!

The yellow-faced old monk beside the bed sighed: "Good boy!"

Before Jiang Wang fell asleep, he handed the Zhiwen Bell to Ku Jue. Of course, he let the most trusted person keep the most precious things.

But he still remembers that Ku Jue repeatedly told him that he would take him as a peerless disciple and go to Mount Xumi to show off his power.

He Kujue took the bell and sent it back to Mount Sumeru. What bald donkey would dare not to show respect to him?
To be continued...