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"What happened?"

From within the bronze spider puppet, the two groups of Mo family members jumped out.

Immediately, they saw an unbelievable scene.

It stood shoulder to shoulder with the peaks, as if it were a giant that could support the heavens. As it waved its eight arms, golden light emanated from its entire body, converging into golden dragons that were thirty meters or even a hundred meters long. The golden light coiled around its body, glittering as if it were a deity that had descended into the mortal world.

The surrounding forest and trees were all sent flying, the mountains were directly flattened and formed a rough outline of a great road, but it was still slightly rough, as if the giants were not satisfied with the speed of construction, they roared out in anger, and their eight arms dug deep into the ground, digging deep into the ground, as if grabbing onto a vein. They struggled to pull it up, and it turned out to be a vein in the earth, being pulled up by the giants and thrown dozens of miles away by the mountains.

The mountains that extended from the fiefdom to the outside world had actually split apart in midair. The unfathomably deep ravine had stretched out so far that it was impossible to tell how far it had spread.

When the giant spoke again, he actually spat out streams of gray torrents that seemed endless. They filled up the ravines one by one and then smoothed them out, forming a wide and flat road …

What the giant spat out was actually steel-like mud mixed with water. It congealed as soon as it landed, and was as tough as steel. It was even a hundred times, a thousand times harder than normal stone.

"This is …" What kind of monster was this? Or is it a god? " Many people began to panic, not knowing what was happening. The scene in front of them was simply too shocking, and quite a few people even began to prostrate themselves in worship.

"This is our God, the supreme Maha God sent to save us …" Some of the barbarian slaves started to cheer and cheer when they saw that the giant was twining around the golden dragon with eight arms like a demonic god. They even thought that the evil god of their own race had arrived, and was about to start a riot.

However, at this time, a large group of soldiers rushed out from the feudal fiefdom. They were led by Feng Huizhou, Three Colors Sisters, and a group of iron-backed demonic wolves. They surrounded those barbarian slaves.

"Everyone, don't be afraid." Just at this time, Hong Yu controlled the Immortal-ranked sword and leaped into the sky, shouting loudly: "This is the treasure I hired, the Desolate Dragon's Immortal-ranked battle Thunder, to help me clear the way to my current location. Everyone stand in the open space, do not panic. After that, there will be the appearance of the Mo family's Great Strength Giant Spirit God, which is used to create the feudal fiefdom.

His voice had just finished speaking when an even louder voice rang out: "Everyone, the Divine Arts Academy has stirred up the dire dragon's enormous power to battle against the thunder and lightning on its path. Do not panic, and do not move about.

In his hand was a talisman, which seemed to be numbed yet not numbed, as if it were made out of silk or silk. It seemed to be shaped by extremely fine strands of black hair, and on the talisman, there was even a character that seemed like it was about to float upwards. Hong Yu recognized it. It seemed to be the personal handwriting of Emperor Hongwu, and it carried a mysterious mana.

It was the word "Wasteland". It was domineering and majestic, as if it contained all the profound meanings of "Wasteland". It was filled with an aura that could control all the desolate lands and suppress all the lands.

All the ancient characters were in the shape of a "dragon" or "bird", because the ancient humans believed that the "dragon" and "bird" could fly in the sky, reach the divine realm, and communicate with the gods. When the ancient characters were written, they carried a sacred feeling of offering sacrifices to the heaven and earth. There was a square and round feeling to it, and every stroke and stroke required a meticulous drawing, and it belonged to the "main body".

However, the words' Emperor Hongwu 'were different. He had clearly left the' Sacrifice of the Gods, Sacrifice of the Heavens and Earth 'realm. Even gods might not be as powerful as him, so why should he worship the Heavens and the Earth? Communicating with what god? If the god was in front of him, he might be killed with a single punch.

When he wrote, he sketched and waved his hand recklessly, as if he had an endless god that could 'I am the world, deciding life or death with a single word', as if he was saying, "If I say you can't do it, then you can't. If I say you can't do it, then you can, but you can also do it."

The imperial edict of the time when Hong Yu was conferred the title of a duke was also personally written by the Hongwu Emperor. It was also in such a style. The will of a person was simply too strong. Just a slight glance was enough to make him feel as if he would never forget it for the rest of his life. At that time, Hong Yu was still comparing the words on the imperial edict with the words on the 'Zhige Symbol', but he couldn't tell the difference.

If the words of the Hong Wu Emperor were said to be 'King's Path', 'tyrannical', 'Overlord's Way', then the words on the 'Zhige' talisman were perfectly round, as if they contained all living things. The words they emitted were also the peaceful words of the heaven and earth that nourished and nourished all living things.

Now, when Hong Yu saw the words on this talisman, he was shocked. It was no wonder that just a mere talisman skill, the word "Desolate," was able to move such a incomparably powerful, demonic battle thunder. It turned out that the will of the Hongwu Emperor was behind it, guiding everything.

He looked at the mountain range, where the mountains were paved with road, and the giant who had instantly cultivated to the size of a dozen miles. An inexplicable feeling rose in his heart.

So it turned out that a human could also be this powerful?

With just the word "Desolate," he was able to cause such a powerful puppet to undergo a change in heaven and earth. What kind of power was this?

Seeing this, the people from the Mo family were also stunned. With their eyes wide open, they continued to hide inside the bronze spider's body, watching from afar and letting out cries of alarm from time to time.

"Is this an existence on par with our ancestor, the Great Spirit God of Pangu's Great Strength? A Huang Dragon fighting with tremendous strength?" There was a "master craftsman" in the Mo family who was watching the scene of the giant opening up the mountain from afar. He felt his mind swaying as he thought, "With my mechanical skill, I can only tell that this giant has a total of 129,600 runes on it. However, this is only a drop in the ocean, it is only the most superficial structure of this battle thunder. "What an exquisite design. It's simply exquisite. I don't know what kind of divine material was used to create it. Has the Divine Academy of Technology's mechanical arts developed to such an extent?"

"What is this?" That is the key point to driving the Battle Thunder to action. The words written on the talisman are the ancient characters' Desolate ', and it suits a certain kind of mysterious power. It is extremely great, and it was written by an existence that is comparable to a god, and it should be the work of Emperor Hongwu.

"With this' Desolate 'rune, you can not only control the movements of the Thunder Battlefield, but also continuously increase the power of the Thunder Battlefield." The other Mo family member pointed to the talisman in Ban Shu's hand and spoke its true profoundness. It was obvious that this person's mechanical skills were more profound than the previous person's, and he could be considered a "master craftsman".

"Now you know how fast the mechanical techniques of the Divine Academy have developed. In a sense, they have even surpassed the century-old era. Back then, when the Saint of the Ban Clan was still alive, he had never created such a powerful battle thunder. "After the establishment of the Hongwu Emperor, the Thunder Battlefield came to the aid of the Ban Family. It appeared only after the establishment of the Divine Arts Academy." Mo Ningxiang also walked out, wanting to take this opportunity to alert the surrounding Mo family members, "Other people have been developing all these years, but our Mo family's mechanical techniques have been progressing steadily. "If we don't wake up and accept the changes in the times, the Mo family might become a family that exists in the history books in a few years time. It's not impossible for them to die and decline."

"Humph!" Words of alarm. Can this battle thunder really compare to our Pangolin's strength, the Divine Spirit Grandmaster? " Mo Lang, the Seventh Master of the Mo family, had also awoken from his shock. Hearing Mo Ningxiang's words, he subconsciously retorted, "Our Coiling Martial Immortal, the ancestor of the Giant Spirit God, gave birth to an independent intelligence. The pinnacle work of mechanical creation is no longer a puppet but a living being.

"I'm too lazy to tell you." Mo Ningxiang ignored him and led all the members of the Mo family radical faction to the other side to watch the huge battle between the Huang Long and Lei Jian. She was prepared to learn some of the important parts of the mechanical arts from the giant Zhan Lei.

Mo Lang originally thought that Mo Ning Xiang would retort, and that he would be able to have a war of words with her to suppress her spirit. However, he didn't expect her to ignore him, so he was at his wit's end.

He stood where he was and felt a little displeased. He greeted the people around him, "You guys stay here and watch, I'll go up to see what kind of trash is that branch president of the Divine Industry Academy. And that brat, I'll definitely make him apologize."

As he spoke, he flew in the direction of Hong Yu and Ban Shu.

Hong Yu and Ban Shu stood side by side in the sky, watching the progress of Giant's Mountain Split Sect's cultivation. From time to time, Ban Shu would use the talisman in his hand to issue commands to the Giant, but from afar, he could see a person flying over.

"What kind of person are you in the Ben Family? How dare you rob our business? "Don't you know that you have already promised to let our Mo family complete the construction of the road and fiefdom that brat built?"

Mo Lang leaped over the edge, looked at Ban Shu and Hong Yu from afar, and asked:

"And you, kid, how dare you steal my spirit beast? How dare you!" Also, since you agreed to work with our Mo family, why would you let these people from the Divine Crafts Academy participate? Could it be that he wanted to fall out with the Mo family? "Let me tell you, quickly apologize to me right now, return the spirit beasts and deliver a thousand sets of Great Python Armor, no, three thousand sets. Use this courtesy as compensation, otherwise, our Mo family will make you beg for death, beg for death, and know what regret is."

As soon as he spoke, Hong Yu had already guessed this person's identity, but he didn't have the slightest bit of anger. He was still looking at him calmly, but the look in his eyes changed, as if he was looking at a "retard."

He knew that even if he did not step forward, Ban Shu would not tolerate this person's provocation.

"Are you Mo Lang from the Ban Family? I've long heard that you are a resourceful person. He had had a fortuitous encounter some years ago and obtained the Coiling Emperor Immortal Aura from the Titan, but he was only at the third level of the Divine Treasure realm and his mechanical attainment was only at the first stage. He was truly a waste. Thirteen years ago, I charged into a business in the Windraiser Country, and killed one of your nephews, Mo Baolong. He was just like you, ignorant, arrogant, arrogant, and dared to use your identity to suppress me. When I made an appointment to fight with you in the Windraiser Kingdom, why didn't you dare come? "

Sure enough, after hearing the other party's words, Ban Shu's eyes suddenly turned cold. He emitted an endless and brutal aura, just like a tyrannical figure that had been looking down on them for many years. He possessed a high position and was able to bring forth the might of thunder with every move.

The Windraiser Country was also a small country in the world. It was rich in all kinds of materials for forging weapons and mines, making it a must-have for the refining families. The Mo Clan had set up many trading companies in the country, making it easier for them to accept materials. However, this country had already pledged its allegiance to the Hong family more than ten years ago. As a vassal state to the nation, it paid taxes and served as a vassal state every year, fearing that the army of the Hongwu Emperor would destroy it.

At that time, the Divine Arts Academy had established a branch in the Windraiser Nation, and the branch principal was Banshu.

At that time, Ban Shu had ordered for all Mo family's businesses to leave the Windraiser Country, or they would be annihilated. The purpose was to attack the Mo family and cut off the other party's origin as a tool for forging equipment. He had once been the center of a bloody storm overseas, and he had the blood of many Mo Family members on his hands. These were the competition between the two aristocratic families. It could not be considered as a right or wrong competition.

That Mo Baolong was one of the people from the Mo family who died at the hands of Ban Shu.

"What?" You are Blood Rogue Grandmaster? " "It's actually an old devil from the Class, the executioner. Back then, he tried to steal business from our Mo family, killing people without regard for their value, stirring up the storm and chaos, and now he's actually in the Wilderness and has set up a division. Is he trying to fight against our Mo family until the end?"

"Bloody Hand" was the name given to the flower by many opponents in the ocean. It meant that he was ruthless and attacked the opponent without sparing any effort, causing his hands to be stained with blood.

Back then, when Ban Shu killed his nephew Mo Baolong, he had people spread the word that they would fight with him against Windraiser Nation's capital. But since he knew how terrifying the other party was, he pretended not to hear the news and closed his doors.

He never would have thought that after running into this person in the wilderness, he would run into them. This scared him so much that he didn't know what to do.

"Scram!" I didn't kill you today out of respect for Duke Yu. I hope you won't run into me again. " Ban Shu let out a cold voice, his face was expressionless, but it made Mo Lang feel waves of coldness coming from his back.

He wanted to retreat, but he felt that he had lost too much face, so he prepared to leave a few more harsh words before leaving: "Bloody Hand Bangshu, and you, a good-for-nothing prince …"

"I'll give you three breaths of time, hurry up and f * ck off."

Immediately, the Rage Dragon which was cultivating in the distance and was lifting a huge mountain turned its head and threw away the toy like mountain range in its hand. Another series of tremors shook the earth, and a cold and fierce gaze that was as deep as the portal to the deepest depths of hell shot over.

"Bam!"

Mo Lang suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icehouse. He had never been so close to death before, and even the Supreme Force that was supporting his body lost control. It seemed to be on the verge of collapse as he violently fell from the sky and smashed into the ground, creating a huge crater.

Seeing this scene, the Mo family's expert who was watching from afar was also stunned. With just a look, he scared the previously mighty Seventh Elder out of control and sent him into the sky?

The Wash Elephant Servant also hid to one side and watched from afar. Seeing this scene, he was also deeply impressed by the Divine Arts Academy's methods.

This was already the point where he would bow down to the enemy without even fighting. Then he had to do it himself? Who wouldn't be afraid of the Desolate Dragon's enormous strength that was the strongest intimidating weapon?

He even guessed that once the war for the barbarians intensified, the imperial government would be able to fight with the barbarian soldiers, the king with the king, and even the twelve generals.

Such a powerful battle thunder must be an existence at the Martial Ancestor Realm and above. It could be considered a grandmaster of martial arts. With every movement, it could move mountains and move rivers.