Aojunxie raised the long sword in his hand, his eyes wandered around the sword, and said:
"As a condition for you to take us to the top of Black Rock Peak, I am willing to return the Red Dragon Sword to the Evil Land!"
Ao Junxie's words made Wumian and his men almost unable to believe their ears again.
"Are you telling the truth? Are you really willing to give up the Red Dragon Sword? Do you know that this is a unique magical weapon in the world!"
"Haha! A gentleman keeps his word. In order to save his fellow tribesmen, a mere sword is nothing! Take it!" [
Ao Junxie turned the long sword in his hand, turned it around, and handed the hilt to Wumian's eyes.
After a long time, Wu Mian was finally convinced that the other party was serious. Then he slowly stretched out his hand and took the Red Dragon Sword. He nodded lightly towards Ao Junxie.
"You are willing to give up such a magical weapon for some unrelated people of the same clan. Well... you will be a good leader!"
Wu Mian put away the Red Dragon Sword and suddenly remembered something. After passing Ao Junxie, he whispered:
"If I'm not wrong, you are by no means an ordinary sect spiritual warrior, but you have the style of a general. People from the Evil Land have never been interested in Fengyun Continent, but now I really want to know which country you are from.
What is the identity of a person?"
Ao Junxie smiled softly and said softly:
"You will know when it is necessary!"
Having said that, he had already pulled up Qingkuang, and together with Ming Qianhe Xiaobao, walked towards the door of the temple hall...
When the three of them strode toward the entrance of the Evil Village Temple, the originally arrogant and menacing ancient warriors in black quickly and respectfully stepped aside, trembling with fear.
At this moment, even Aojunxie, who had handed over the Red Dragon Sword, seemed to them to be filled with an inviolable and powerful aura.
"What are you waiting for?"
Aojun Xie stood at the door, stopped, and turned his back to the black-clothed disciples in Xie Land and the sect master Wu Mian.
"Just take us back to Black Rock Peak!"
Ao Junxie roared in a low and majestic voice, as if he was giving an order to these ancient warriors in black.
Wumian put away the red dragon sword in his hand, frowning, and there was a heavy look of hesitation on his face.
From the moment they stepped into the inner layer of the prehistoric forest, this group of spiritual warriors from Fengyun Continent had decided to turn the place upside down and once again stir up chaos in the already chaotic situation.
It wasn't until this moment that Wu Mian realized: Ao Junxie, that arrogant spiritual warrior, had been serious from the beginning. He handed over the Red Dragon Sword, climbed up the Black Rock Peak again, and faced the most powerful force here... everything.
Everything is under the control of this group of people.
Wumian knew that as long as he led these three warriors from Fengyun Continent to open this door, it would bring an irreversible and unknown fate to the people of the entire evil land. Whether it would be good or bad, whether they would revive or perish.
, no one can determine!
After all, just now, in that illusory prehistoric fantasyland, two ancient races had already disappeared![
Despite this, a faint belief flowing in Wumian's heart still drove him to take steps and walk towards Ao Junxie and his party.
"Okay! Since you insist on this, it seems that the people in the evil land can't stop you! However, in front of them, the strength of the few of you combined is very small. If you want to rescue the captured Fengyun Continent