At this time, Wang Meng had already left the formation and helped Scott, covered in blood.

Scott Jr. is very grateful.

"Old Mason is dead." Wang Meng said to little Scott who wanted to thank him.

ah?

Scott Little was shocked.

"Old Mason is dead! Kill! No one left!" Little Scott was so excited that he suddenly shouted loudly.

The news was confirmed, and everyone was shocked!

Even Old Scott didn't expect that Fengxingtianxia not only really killed Old Mason, but also rushed back so quickly to reinforce.

"Cut the weeds and roots!" Old Scott was overjoyed, roared angrily, and became violent.

Morale is booming!

The Fengxing Tianxia Dragon Tour Array joined this crazy massacre.

Wang Meng also wanted to force out the ultimate foundation of the Mason family, because he didn't want to leave any troubles to Fengxingtian.

Wang Meng discovered that on the battlefield, not all the people who helped the Scott family fight, and there were people from other ancient tribes. Although everyone was covered in faces, their martial arts routines were different. As long as they knew, they knew who it was. Doing this was not because the Mason ancient tribe knew, but because the government knew and caused trouble. After all, they killed an ancient tribe.

Wang Meng secretly praised it. It seems that the Scott family has been waiting for this day for a long time and has already prepared it.

The old man died in the Mason family. Blood flowed from the ground.

Wang Meng was sure that the Scott family and other ultimate old antiques involved in the ancient clan should be lurking around. As long as the ultimate old antiques of the Mason family couldn't help but take action, they would inevitably be hit by a thunderous attack.

The ancient clan’s ideas are different from those of ordinary people. They don’t think about any country, world, and people! They only have the growth of their own clan. For the growth of their own clan, everything can be done!

At this time, the ancient Mason tribe was killed and injured and was already at a disadvantage.

The battle is fierce, all of which are pure ancient martial arts, without the assistance of thermal weapons, because close combat, thermal weapons are useless and will hurt your own people.

Although the Mason family members resisted with all their might, they were empty inside and almost all the elites were sent out. Although they were left with a few powerful clan elders, there were too many enemies. Two fists could not match four hands.

All the elders of several clans were seriously injured in the end, but they fought desperately.

The Mason Ancient Tribe retreated step by step and had retreated to the depths of the garrison.

roar!

Suddenly, Shi Po roared in shock.

The roar shook the space and distorted it.

laugh!

Many people vomited blood on the spot.

Wang Meng spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling his soul trembling and his internal organs tumbling.

Scott little was also vomiting blood.

The battle stopped completely in an instant.

Old Scott's face turned pale, but he protected his son.

"It's too much!" An angry shout came from a forest deep in Mason's residence.

There is a wooden house hidden in the woods, which is very old.

The sound came from the room.

Squeak, the wooden door opens.

Walk out of an old man.

The old man was hunched over and his body was thin.

The old man had long white hair, loose hair, and was wearing an ancient ring-patterned robe.

The old man's face cannot be seen, his hands cannot be seen. His face is covered with white hair and his hands are in his sleeves.

"Old ancestor!" Wow!

The only remaining ancient Mason martial arts fell to his knees and worshiped.

The old man bowed his back, with his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the battlefield.

He seemed to have difficulty walking, very slowly, very staggering, and had no momentum on his body.

"Cough cough cough!" The old man coughed twice in the middle, as if he was terminally ill.

However, the old man seemed slow, but he arrived in an instant.

The audience was silent, and they all looked at the old man.

No one present dared to underestimate the old man, even the old Scott and other patriarchs of the ancient tribe who participated in the war were so arrogant that they dared not speak out or move.

They finally forced out the ultimate old antiques of the Masons family.

"Get up!" the old man said to the tribe members kneeling on the ground.

The ancient Masons quickly got up and walked behind the old man.

"Since you are here, let's all come out! Don't you just want to see if I die?" The old man said with his back hunched over and his head raising. The sound was not loud, but it went straight into people's minds, echoing and shaking endlessly.

laugh!

Many people vomited blood again.

Wang Meng also vomited, but he didn't spit it out. The blood was taken away by Xiao Wanzi in his throat, giving the four-syllable beast that was eager to see.

Wang Meng was speechless and very uncomfortable. He was in his throat and suddenly disappeared. How could he not feel uncomfortable? Just like you were about to vomit, he was in his throat, Gudong, you swallowed it again... This is how Wang Meng felt.

The old man's voice fell for a long time, and there was no sound around him.

The old man suddenly sighed and said, "Hey! You old guys are still so cautious. You have to show your skills and look at my trump card before you can show up?"

The old man said, swish! His hunched body suddenly stood up.

Straight!

At this time, the old man raised his head and his chest to reveal his true face.

What an ugly face, skinny and bone-bone, full of pleats, big nostrils, deep eye sockets, turbid eyes, and lack of spirit.

However, suddenly, the old man's aura was thriving, his white hair was flying, and his robe was rushing. The muscles on his face began to be full and blush. The white hair was gradually turning black. His body quickly became full. He became full, and Kuanda's robe no longer looked fat.

Wang Meng and the younger generation were stunned.

Suddenly, a huge aura spread over the sky and fell on the battlefield.

thump!

thump!

Except for the tribe members behind the old man, no matter who was on the battlefield, they were all pressed to kneel on the ground. Old Scott and dozens of old guys, including dozens of old tribe leaders of the ancient tribe, were no exception.

Wang Meng and others knelt on the ground, their faces changed drastically, and they were shocked.

Wang Meng was shocked, this is too powerful, right? The ancient clan really has this legendary antique?

Only then did Wang Meng feel that he had underestimated the heritage of the ancient clan before. Now, he is like an ant in front of this old man. Even Wang Meng had a feeling that if the old man wanted to kill anyone present, he might not need to take action. As long as he pressed this momentum on someone, he could suppress this person.

However, the old man released his momentum, but no one appeared around him.

An angry look appeared on the old man's face: "Are you not coming out yet? You are breaking the rules first. Don't think that I dare not kill you juniors."

As he said that, the old man's momentum rose sharply, and he beat the whole audience.

Hesit, except for the tribe members behind the old man, everyone on the battlefield vomited blood.

The younger generation, Wang Meng and others vomited three liters of blood, while old Scott and other old guys were also squirting blood.

Wang Meng cursed the super old antiques lying around him, "Who is it, will he die if he comes out sooner?"

"Hahaha! You haven't seen each other for a hundred years, you are still in a hot temper!"

"Mason? Don't be fine.,!"

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a sound sounded and six figures flew around.

The aura of these six people was extremely powerful. As soon as they fell into the battlefield, the old man's pressure quickly disappeared.

thump!
Chapter completed!