He said that he wanted to fulfill his mission for Holy Lord Hongmeng, but most of it was under the guise of wanting to satisfy his own selfish desire to unify the four regions and become the king.
Of course, until now, Mu Jia has not revealed his ambitions, but that does not prevent others from speculating.
"Does it matter whether he gives it to me or not? What's important is that I know history."
Yang Ming shrugged, as if he knew everything and had a winning chance.
"You're really annoying."
Chen Muyu shook his head and said nothing more. The more he talked about it, the more enthusiastic he became.
He knows history, what history? Mujia will definitely come? Zhongzhou will definitely appear?
Chen Muyu gradually calmed down. There seemed to be many things involved in this battle in the northwest.
…
Next, another ten days passed.
During this period, two strong men in the Perfection Realm fell again.
So far, the battle has affected thirteen strong people who have fallen to the Perfection Realm, and countless others are below the Perfection Realm.
It is truly unprecedented and extremely tragic.
I'm afraid that in modern times, only the Kuishan Sect's battle could reach such a scale.
After the death of the thirteenth perfectionist, Xiaoling Mountain gradually returned to peace.
The fluctuations of the battle calmed down and fell into a dead silence.
It seems that the fighting has stopped.
The atmosphere became a little weird.
"Uncle Yu, it seems we have to take the stage!"
A smile appeared on Yang Ming's face, and his smile was a bit unfathomable.
Chen Muyu didn't like this feeling very much.
It's as if everything is under the control of the other party.
"Come on, Uncle Yu, let's go and take a look!" Yang Ming said.
Chen Muyu didn't move. It's unclear what's going on in Xiaoling Mountain now, so you have to be cautious when joining in the fun.
"Uncle Yu doesn't want to go, then I have to go!"
Yang Ming didn't say much. He couldn't call out Chen Muyu, so he immediately left with his two men.
"I can't stand this guy's face!"
After the others left, Dong Lai snorted.
If the other party hadn't called Chen Muyu uncle, Dong Lai would have killed Yang Ming.
"Let him make trouble, it has nothing to do with us!" Chen Muyu shook his head indifferently.
Dong Lai said, "This man's strength is probably not far from the realm of perfection. The master said that he comes from the future. This man must be a huge variable. Are you really going to let him do whatever he wants?"
"For now, he poses no threat to us!"
Chen Muyu waved his hand. Now, he was curious about what Yang Ming wanted to do.
With his little strength, how can he disrupt this situation?
Also, the protagonist Yang Ming mentioned.
Mu Jia, when will you show up?
…
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Xiaoling Mountain.
In the void, the entire Xiaoling Mountain has been wiped out, leaving only pieces of torn wasteland.
At this time, on a larger piece of ground, the two forces were sitting cross-legged on the ground, locked in a stalemate with each other.
There is a large open space left in the middle, with clear distinctions.
The atmosphere was solemn, and the space seemed to be frozen.
On the Lingkuang side, there are still 23 people left.
There are quite a few people on the Northern Continent, but most of them are beings below the Perfection Realm, and among them, the Peak Realm is the most numerous.
All in all, there are still one or two hundred people.
However, each one of them was very decadent after a great battle.
Many people suffered serious injuries.
Including Ling Kuang, it was obvious that he was very exhausted at this time. He was not in the realm of perfection, so he could only hide behind his subordinates, taking advantage of others and firing cold shots.
But because he did not get any benefits from his previous battle with Chen Muyu, he was seriously injured by a sneak attack. His use of the Divine Slave Control Technique consumed a huge amount of money, so that in more than two months of the battle, he only successfully used the Slave Control Technique once.
Divine secret.
He enslaved a Perfection Realm strongman from the Northern Continent, but unfortunately, this Perfection Realm strongman died later.
Or he was killed by his own people who were red-eyed.
Extremely depressed.
Originally, in the later stages of the battle, his side had vaguely gained the upper hand, and at least had a tendency to win, but who would have expected that an old woman from Mangshan suddenly appeared.
With the participation of Mother Mangshan, the already tilted balance was rebalanced.
If the fight continues like this, it will become a war of attrition. Ling Kuang is very aware that if he continues to accumulate money like this, it will be very detrimental to him.
After all, when he practiced the Divine Slave Art, everyone was shouting to beat him. He only had so much power under his command that he couldn't replenish it for a while, but it was different on the opposite side.
This battle alarmed many powerful beings. Perhaps these people were waiting and watching, and were not in a hurry to take action.
But as long as his side has a tendency to lose, I'm afraid these people will not be able to help but take action.
Therefore, after a long stalemate, Ling Kuang had already decided to quit.
But in the current situation, I'm afraid it won't be that easy to escape.
"Everyone, is there any point in continuing the fight like this?" Ling Kuang said proactively.
Judging from his tone, there was already an element of making peace.
It was also his miscalculation, he underestimated the strength of the people in the Northern Continent, and also underestimated their determination to kill him.
Before anyone could speak, Old Mother Mangshan, who was sitting cross-legged beside her, spoke first, "You are such an evil deed and have done so much bad karma. If you have any trace of conscience left, you should commit suicide on the spot..."
There was infinite hatred in her voice, as if Ling Kuang was her father-killing enemy.
Ling Kuang raised his head and glanced at Old Mother Mangshan, "Old Mother Mangshan, I have no grudges against you, right? Why bother pushing each other?"
Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something, "The fall of Holy Lord Xuanwu has nothing to do with me."
"snort."
Old Mother Mangshan snorted coldly, "You evildoer, you are still talking glibly to this day, do you really think that I don't know the truth? There are several people who plotted against Xuanwu back then, and now they are standing behind you."
Ling Kuang frowned, unable to refute these words.
When Xuanwu fell, Ling Kuang had not yet risen to prominence in the Northern Continent. He only slowly found ways to recruit these powerful men under his command after escaping to the Western Continent.
Speaking of which, the fall of Xuanwu back then had nothing to do with him. He was still too weak back then, and he also thought about taking over the great Lord Xuanwu, but he failed.
However, among the many powerful men who besieged Holy Lord Xuanwu back then, some of them who are still alive today have indeed joined his command.
And, right there.
This is very embarrassing.
You said it had nothing to do with you, but these people are now your subordinates. How do you explain it?
There's no way to explain it. It's normal for you to take the blame for what your men have committed.
"snort."
Ling Kuang snorted coldly. Since he couldn't explain it, he simply didn't explain it. "Everyone, if I continue to fight, it will be of no benefit to anyone. You should also know what I am capable of. If I want to leave, who of you can stop me?"
