Ao Junxie was startled, and his mind returned to reality. He subconsciously raised his sword in his hand and shouted:
"Let me see who of you dares to come forward!"
This movement was nothing, as Wu Mian and his subordinates almost fell to the ground in shock.
"You...what you are holding in your hand is...the red dragon..."
Wumian pointed at Ao Junxie, his body was trembling involuntarily, and he retreated towards the back door, trembling.[
Ao Junxie was shocked, and suddenly realized that he had unknowingly aimed these dragon clan magic weapons at the people in front of him.
"So what! If you have the ability, just do it!"
Ao Junxie shouted in a low voice.
"So...you...you have met the dragon clan...and the big devil in the illusion..."
Wu Mian murmured in shock.
However, everything in front of us has shown that such questions are unnecessary.
"Breaking the illusion of prehistoric times... Sir, could it be that... they are the ones that the Evil Land clan has been waiting for for hundreds of years..."
"According to the clan rules, we must bow to them..."
Behind Wumian, the two disciples from the Evil Land could no longer hold back and stammered but stopped talking. It seemed as if they were out of fear and taboo.
Soon, Wu Mian and his men put down their posture, and seemed to have no intention of going against Qing Kuang and his group.
"Okay! Since you have come out of the fantasy world alive, it seems that I don't need to say anything more about its secrets!
In short, please remember that the Evil Land will no longer be your enemy from now on! Now that you have obtained what you should get, you can now leave the Evil Village, leave the wild forest, and return to your
My own continent is gone!"
"Sect Master, the sword in his hand is clearly ours..."
Behind Wumian, the two disciples in black seemed to be planning to say something else, but were stopped by Wumian with a wave of his hand.
However, Ao Junxie had long seen such a scene, and glanced at Wumian lightly. A gentle sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Master Wu Mian wants to say that the sword in my hand belongs to your clan, right?
However, as far as I know, the Red Dragon Sword is a token of the Dragon Clan. Only those who have contact with the Dragon Clan and have the same mind can control it. If I am correct, the Red Dragon Sword will be completely useless even if it is handed over to you.
Isn't it?"
Wumian nodded and said calmly:
"I know you will not hand over the Red Dragon Sword at this moment. Now, there is another powerful force entrenched in the evil land! [
The Evil Land has no time to take it from you right now, so you can leave with the sword. One day, when the Evil Land has the strength, I can ask you for the sword back!"
As soon as Wu Mian finished speaking, Qing Kuang's voice floated slowly from the side.
"What if we don't want to leave just yet!"
"What? Not leaving? Then your purpose is..."
Qing Kuang looked straight at Wu Mian and said word by word:
"The top of Black Rock Peak!"
These few words struck Wumian like thunder. It seemed that this group of human warriors were indeed coming with bad intentions.
"You have no reason to go to the top of Black Rock Peak, and I have no reason to take you there!"
Wu Mian turned his face, looking like there was no room for negotiation.
On the side, Aojun Xie said loudly:
"My reason is to save the captured human cultivators in Fengyun Continent. We know that this is not the intention of the people in the evil land, but the other strong force you mentioned! As for your reasons...