The deep corridor is twenty or thirty feet wide and about a hundred feet high.

Such corridors can be seen everywhere in the underground world. Their status is equivalent to the relatively spacious alleys in large and small cities on the ground, and are regarded as the most basic passageway.

Luminous moss climbs on the stone walls, and the cold lights of different colors make the corridor colorful. Although it is a little colder, it is quite gorgeous. A large number of small creatures such as spiders, lizards, centipedes, and snails are passing through the pile of moss. The big ones eat the small ones, and the small ones eat the smaller ones, full of a weak but wild vitality.

The Yin-Yang Taoist was walking in the corridor with his hands behind his back.

With his cultivation level, it is just a matter of time to cross the void, but today, he would rather let go and walk by relying on physical strength.

Because around him, from the left hand, the first one is Wu Jin, the second one is Wu Yin, and the third one is Wu Tong.

Wu Zhan was sent out of the Wu family, a small family opened up in a wild and remote place. The four brothers of gold, silver, copper and iron ended up as members today.

Therefore, the Yin-Yang Taoist, who held his head up and his chest held high, showed his chest with Wu Tie's current appearance, was bare-armed, sweating all over his body, and walked forward step by step.

The same is true for Wu Jin, Wu Yin, and Wu Tong. They simply wrapped their robes around their waists, exposed their upper bodies, exposed their majestic muscles, and shouted loudly and passionately war songs from the ancestral witch clan, and their steps were rumbling forward like thunder.

Behind them are the elites of the 120,000 witch tribes.

A hero of the 120,000 witch clan.

The brave men of the 120,000 witch clan.

A hero of the 120,000 witch tribe.

120,000 people have married wives, have descendants, and have brothers and sisters. They are not afraid of the separation of children, are not afraid of the elderly, and have no care for their elders, and have no worries. They are full of passion and passion for their brothers, and can always criticize the enemy for their brothers.

When they set out, their spiritual positions were already enshrined in the ancestral temple of the witch clan.

When they set out, their tombs were already in the cemetery of the witch clan.

When they set out, their children had already worshipped the great gifts of their ancestors in their future lives, toasted them, sacrificed three animals, burned paper, burned incense, and defeated them with the most traditional witch etiquette.

They even shaved their hair and beards and bowed to their parents and elders as dead people.

This is 120,000 people who are surging with high fighting spirit, but they have already regarded themselves as a generous man of the dead.

In the ancestral temple of the Wu clan, they bowed to the tablets of all the ancestors, swearing to all the ancestors with their lives, souls, and the glory of the ancestors of their own tribesmen, that from today on, they will be a knife in Wu Tie's hands.

Wherever the blade is, I am invincible!

Use your own blood, your own flesh, your own spine that you have never broken from the ancient ancestors as materials, and use your own bloodline that you have never been defiled from the ancient mythology to forge a steel knife that will never be broken.

Either kill the enemy or break yourself.

The most elite men of the 120,000 witch clans, they took the initiative to open up their divine fetus and souls, allowing the ancestors of the Wu family to search, review, identify and identify their divine souls and fertility in their extremely subtle search, review, identify, and identify them.

No one is a traitor, no one is a spy, everyone is the real, purest and bravest Wu family man.

In the past, who dared, even the elder of the Witch Clan, would not dare to say to a Wu family man, "Let go of your soul and divine fetus, let us carefully distinguish whether you are a spy sent by the demons on the ground."

No elder of the witch tribe dares to say this or do so.

The witch clans are proud, even a little arrogant; even if there are occasional cases of one or two rare cases in a thousand years among them, they are really crazy or obsessed with the scum who colludes with outsiders.

But the witch clan's sons, 999% of the 999:9999, are heroes and good men.

They are rude, they are rude, they are proud, they are arrogant, they are rebellious, and they even act recklessly sometimes. They can beat you crazy because they don’t like you, but they will never take the initiative to bully the weak or the weak and powerless woman!

Pride, dignity, and supreme glory are the supreme glory engraved in their bloodlines and passed down from generation to generation.

Any behavior that questioned their loyalty and dignity, even the elders of the witch clan with the highest seniority, would not dare to question the most ordinary tribe members at all... The result of your questioning, whether he is guilty or not, he will definitely die!

So absolute, extreme pride, so absolute, extreme dignity, so absolute, extreme dignity!

In ancient myths and legends, there is a great civilization called "Huaxia"!

‘With great etiquette, it is called Xia; with the beauty of the clothes, it is called Hua’!

It was an extremely glorious and brilliant era.

It was an extremely honorable and noble civilization.

Even though the ancient times have long disappeared in the long river of time, these surviving clans who are hidden underground and isolated by thick rock layers, want to see the sunshine and bathe in their lives, are still in their bones, in their bones, and in their bloodlines, engraved with all the beauty and dignity of "Huaxia".

Yin and Yang Taoist, oh, no, Wu Tie and his three brothers walked forward shoulder to shoulder along the corridor, and ran wildly with sweat and laughing.

Brother, my brother.

My brothers who are connected by flesh and blood, my brothers who are connected by blood, my brothers who are the same as my father, mother, the same sun, moon, stars, the same heaven, earth, the universe, the same origin, the same civilization.

Brothers work together to cut off gold.

What else is scary when brothers are together?

"What if I go here, what if I am broken into pieces?" Wu Tie roared loudly.

"Hahaha, brother, I am standing in front of you." Wu Jin exerted force, like a fierce and ferocious mountain Vajra gorilla protecting his calf, low, but thick and powerful, roaring: "I am brother, if I want to die, I will come first!"

Wu Jin grinned and smiled happily: "I have three wives, I have eleven children, each child is a good child... The inheritance of sparks and bloodlines are endless. What are I afraid of being crushed to pieces?"

Wu Yin suddenly raised his hands, a cold light flashed across his palm, and a long sword emitted a strong evil spirit, which emerged from his palm.

The long sword roared loudly, and Wu Yin roared loudly with tears: "With a wife and children, the bloodline is endless, enough... I missed back then, and back then... Wu Yin was ashamed, letting the eldest brother work hard and letting the fourth brother run around... When he goes, even if he is broken into pieces, he will still poke a hole in the sky!"

Wu Yin roared sharply: "Why should my tribe, my witch, be trapped in the dark underground?"

Wu Yin's eyes were scarlet and she whistled loudly: "When I go here, even if the sky is my enemy, I will ask him a reason!"

Wu Tong just nodded vigorously. He patted Wu Tie on the shoulder and shouted sternly: "If you want to break into pieces, I will die first, and then you will come. This time we come, we may always die. The ancestors think like this, the parents think like this, we think like this, and the brothers think like this."

"But, even if we die, we must seek justice, and we must also ask for a clear answer."

"Who is this world, this universe, the world... Why are our brothers, such heroes, and our sons, who can only be trapped underground, like maggots and ants, living in vain?"

Wu Tong gritted his teeth and took out a red red apple that Wu Tie brought back from the ground.

He greedily put his nose in front of the red apple and muttered quietly: "I don't want anything. I just want to say, since they are born in this world, they have the right to live well."

"Even if it's just a fruit."

"Even if it's just a breeze with the fragrance of green grass, even if it's just a mist with the fragrance of flowers, even if it's... How did that sentence be said? Fourth brother? I'm stupid, how did you say that very nice thing?"

Wu Tie smiled, smiled with tears, and looked at his three brothers happily and vigorously.

"Little building listens to the spring rain all night, and sells apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty!" Wu Tie gently patted Wu Tong's shoulder and laughed loudly: "Remember, don't say it in front of so many brothers next time, is it embarrassing?"

Wu Tong laughed loudly, and he laughed loudly: "Little Building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alleys sell apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty... Hahaha, I hope my descendants, I hope my descendants, thousands of generations, can sleep drunk in the small building, listen to the spring rain at night, and can walk on the rainy day, and smile at the apricot flowers!"

Wu Tong's eyes suddenly turned red, and blood could almost drip from his eyes: "I, I, I... Actually, Xiao Tie, I have never seen apricot blossoms... I have never seen spring rain... But that's a beautiful thing, right?"

Wu Tie nodded vigorously. He was serious and looked at Wu Jin, Wu Yin and Wu Tong one by one, and said in a deep voice: "Beautiful, very beautiful, very beautiful... much more beautiful than your wife... Really. It's not that my sister-in-law are ugly, they are all great beauties... But after you really see the apricot blossoms and spring rain... you will believe... there is a kind of beauty in the world that transcends everything..."

Wu Tie took a deep breath and murmured: "That kind of beauty is called freedom...it is called nature...it is called Daxiao...it is called...it is called...it is called...it is called...it is called me, not the sky!"

Behind him, 120,000 people stretched their ears and listened to Wu Tie and the others without missing a word. They took a deep breath at the same time, and then a terrible hurricane rolled up in the corridor.

Then, the elite witch clan whose cultivation level was weakest and who was half a step into the womb realm roared in unison: "My life is up to me, the apricot blossoms and spring rain... Even if it is broken into pieces, the descendants of our waiting... They should also hold their heads up and live under the sun, moon and stars!"

The secret technique of the witch clan played a role at this moment. The minds of 120,000 people were completely unified and had no deviation. What they thought formed a powerful constant frequency, and the fluctuations of everyone's thinking were integrated, so they used the same frequency and the same tone to say something unique.

The oldest of these witch children is nearly a thousand years old.

During their long lifespan, they participated in many raids against the Great Jin Divine Kingdom.

For the essence of the sun and the moon, for the witch clan's sons to increase their cultivation talent a little bit, and for the descendants of the witch clan to have a chance to change their fate... They rushed to the ground again and again, fighting wildly with the Demon-Suppressing Palace of the Dajin Demons.

Countless brothers were killed in front of them.

Countless brothers were crushed to pieces.

In order to cover their escape, countless elders were crushed to pieces under the overwhelmingly superior military weapons of the Great Jin Divine Kingdom.

Countless elders, for the safety of a secret corridor, roared and sacrificed their natal witch treasures, attracted the attention of the powerful people of the Great Jin Dynasty, and fled billions of miles with their strong enemies, and finally died in ashes under the national-controlling artifact of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Compared with monks at the peak of the fetal treasure realm, a thousand-year-old age can only be considered a young age.

But the hearts of these thousand-year-old men of the witch clan were already full of holes. They even thought that they had no passion or blood anymore. They only had hatred, madness, and only hysteria for crazy revenge on the Great Jin Dynasty.

Wu Tie brought hope to them, and Wu Tie brought hope to the entire witch clan.

Perhaps their descendants can truly bathe in the light of the sun, moon, stars, enjoy the nourishment of wind, frost, rain and dew, eat the warmth of blood and birds and beasts, no longer need to feed on those cold-blooded lizards and reptiles.

No one said anything, but the 120,000 witch clans roared in their hearts, "If we go here, if we are crushed to pieces, let our corpses and blood mists form a solid Great Wall for you"!

‘Perhaps, our flesh-and-blooded Great Wall will collapse for a day... But our spirit, our will, and our blood will always accompany you’!

‘Even if it is an enemy of the heaven’!

There are 120,004 people, and the pace and frequency of so many people is consistent, without any deviation.

The corridor was slightly shaking, and the Wu family's team was lined up in a row of six people, each row was three meters apart, and the team stretched for tens of thousands of feet and lasted for dozens of miles.

Wherever the long dragon-like team passed, countless little creatures ran in a panic, and many sneaky small tribes packed their packages in horror and stayed away from this corridor as fast as possible.

As they walked forward, Wu Tie used his magical powers. A strong wind wrapped around the team of the tribe members. They were running faster and faster. Gradually, some familiar landmarks appeared in front of them, and Wu Tie laughed loudly.

"Brother, second brother, third brother, Sanliancheng is ahead... The group of brothers I know are in Sanliancheng... Haha, this is a good place with literary and literary fragrance. Hehe, I don't know, the bones of these guys are soaked in ink? I don't know if they have the courage to follow me outside and fight hard."

On a flat and seamless rock wall ahead, a flash of light flashed, and the Demon King wearing a fur and green shirt walked out in big strides.

He pointed at Wu Tie and rushed over.

Wu Tiekuang rushed up with a smile, hugged the Demon King hard, and then punched each other hard on the back with his fists.

"Are you back?" The Demon King smashed Wu Tie for dozens of punches, and then looked at him seriously and asked.

"Here I'm back!" Wu Tie smiled particularly brightly.

"But you still leave?" King of Demonic Chapter frowned and looked at Wu Tie.

"I want to leave, I want to take my brothers to fight for my life... Hehe, do you dare? Do you want to go?" Wu Tie looked at the Demon King with malicious intention.

"If you don't go, it's my grandson... I'm so bored long ago... But I want to leave unless you can move Sanliancheng away. Otherwise, I'm now the spirit of Sanliancheng, and I can't do anything to leave." The Demon King spread his hands helplessly and looked at Wu Tie seriously: "If you're about to fight to the death... then go and fight to the death."

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