The first thousand one hundred and seventieth chapters
The forbidden area at the back of Huya Island looks like a tiger crouching like an elephant. A waterfall rolls in the mouth, rumbling loudly like thunder, raising layers of clouds and mist, covering dozens of miles around. Only a corner of thatched hut is faintly visible.
Behind the thatched hut is a field of tombstones and tombs. Covered by clouds and mist, it doesn't look desolate. Instead, it has a unique, simple and majestic feeling!
There were two people in front of the house. One of them had disheveled white hair and was as skinny as firewood. They were sitting cross-legged on the stone platform. They traced a piece of wood with their fingernails. Bits of debris flew around, and the appearance of a young man vividly appeared in the palm of his hand.
If Wu Ming were here, he would definitely recognize that the puppet image was himself, and he had clearly never seen the old man before.
"This son has a majestic head and good luck. Now he has a chance to gain a glimpse of martial arts and become a saint. I don't know why you insist on arranging for him to go to the Sea of Demons?"
Qiu Tong stood aside, his tall and heroic figure completely covering the skinny old man, his tone seemed dissatisfied.
"From your current perspective, how is the situation on Haihuang Island?"
Although the old man was as skinny as firewood, his voice was as loud as a bell. His faint words actually drowned out the sound of the rumbling waterfall. However, it was obscured by the surrounding clouds and mist and did not spread far.
"A troubled time!"
Qiu Tong frowned.
In fact, it’s more than just four words?
In the past, it was just a matter of fighting between different families. After all, they have a common enemy - the sea of demons!
Now there are dragon tribes, monster tribes, barbarian tribes, and human tribes from all over the world. Each side is not a fuel-efficient lamp and has its own agenda. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mess.
Some want the descendants of the nine pirates of Haihuang Island to return and rejoin the temples to wait for their orders.
Although he was betrayed back then, Haihuang Island is an isolated foreign land after all, like a rootless duckweed. Even if it is really going to be born, it will still be unable to support itself when the catastrophe is approaching.
Without the support of the mainstream power organizations of the human race such as the Temples, Haihuangdao's attempt to stay out of the matter and be alone is nothing more than a fool's dream.
The top management of Haihuang Island knows very well that time does not allow it at all, because their crisis will come soon.
Furthermore, there are still people who want to use the hands of the Hai Clan to take away the treasure that the Haihuang Island relies on to survive in order to cope with the catastrophe. Who will allow it?
What's more, they want to sell the descendants of pirates to the Dragon Clan again in exchange for strong support like they did back then.
These are all possible!
Even though they have not been born for many years, these old monsters are very clear about it, and their hearts are like mirrors.
As a result, the descendants of the pirates who were originally divided into three parties almost became a mess in an instant due to their own thoughts. They worked on their own affairs and almost became a mess.
If there weren't half-saints holding down the formation on each island, when the various forces entered, they would be taken advantage of by the sea of demons.
Of course, no one can guarantee that the half-saints on each island will be of the same mind, let alone whether their former companions will betray themselves and become a source of promotion!
Now, even Qiu Tong and his elders have different opinions, let alone others!
It is conceivable that if it is not handled carefully, Haihuang Island will definitely suffer disaster. Even in the best case scenario, several islands will be extinct and will be weakened to within the controllable range of the planners.
"hehe!"
The old man smiled and shook his head, placing the puppet on the stone table next to the other puppets.
If Wu Ming were here, he would definitely find that the dozens of puppets on them were the strongest from each tribe who entered Haihuang Island this time.
Among them, there are existences that even he doesn't recognize.
"What did you see?"
Qiu Tong was startled and said.
"Therefore, we set up a maze of formations to confuse our minds!"
The old man's penetrating gaze passed over all the puppets, and finally landed on Wu Ming's puppet.
The things in the Holy Temple's bag, we have no foundation to establish ourselves, why don't we just let them squeeze us? Secondly, if we don't obey, we will join forces with the Dragon Clan to completely exterminate us to prevent the scandal of the year from being leaked.
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"I understand everything you said, but I can't guarantee that there are people with different intentions and other agendas!"
Qiu Tong frowned slightly.
"Of course there are such people, but now the Holy Temples are in charge of the human race, which is three times more powerful than in the Middle Ages. Even if someone really planted a secret, they can't make trouble!"
The old man said calmly.
"Then you..."
Qiu Tong looked puzzled and couldn't figure out the connection.
"variable!"
The old man pointed at the puppet.
"Do you want to use this piece as a chess piece?"
Qiu Tong's expression changed slightly, and he shook his head slightly and said, "Although the things we learned about this son are not entirely true, even if it is only half, it is enough to show that this son's temper will never be controlled by anyone. Once he is discovered,
, for fear of causing trouble!”
"Everything in the world, the two extremes of yin and yang, are nothing more than cause and effect!"
The old man said calmly and calmly, "This boy has already been trapped in the situation. Even without my push, he would still go on. Rather than wandering aimlessly, wouldn't it be better to have a path to guide him?"
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"It's good, it's good, it's scary..."
Qiu Tong smiled bitterly.
Even she thought it was a fantasy when she learned that Wu Ming alone caused a melee among the Semi-Saints, killing and injuring five Semi-Saints. However, after extensive research, she found out that this was true, and she no longer dared to underestimate this little man.
The little second-level Yangshen Grand Master!
"That's why I say cause and effect!"
The old man looked at the puppet with an indescribable depth in his eyes, "If he dies, I will shoulder the responsibility. If he lives, the opportunity will be his!"
"Is the stake too high?"
Qiu Tong suddenly changed color.
"Ha, now that things have happened, what can't you do? Those old guys are all looking for candidates. Since this guy comes to Huya Island first, this is his fate!"
The old man slowly closed his eyes, seeming a little tired and stopped talking.
Qiu Tong's expression changed a few times, but he still said unwillingly: "Nowadays, there are people on the island who are restless. Even on Qiu Desert Island, opinions are extremely inconsistent. You..."
"Hoo ho!"
The snoring gradually started, but the old man remained unmoved. Qiu Tong wanted to say more, but with a slightly changed expression, he took out a jade and looked at it. He bowed to the old man and left, but did not see that the old man woke up again.
"The devil is rebelling!"
The old man's eyes were shining brightly, and his white hair was dancing wildly, like a tiger that chooses people to devour, making people afraid to look directly at him. "Perhaps this is really an opportunity for our family to escape from the sea of suffering!"
What's weird is that a ghostly symbol that looked like fangs flashed between his eyebrows, causing his breath to suddenly shrink, and he curled up into a ball like a sick cat.
"Time is running out. If we don't think of a way, they should come out..."
Amid the murmuring, the old man's breath gradually weakened, as if he was falling asleep.
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At the same time, everything about Wu Ming's stay on Huya Island was secretly spread to all directions through many channels in the city. Before Wu Ming left the city, no one knew how many forces had obtained detailed information.
But Wu Ming didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and left Huya City in a hurry, walking along the way he came, as if he were traveling around the mountains and rivers.
"Everyone, aren't you tired after following Wu?"
When he came to a remote valley, Wu Ming suddenly turned around and said loudly.
Whoosh!
The sound echoed endlessly in the valley, and the sound of breaking through the air suddenly appeared. As the clothes rustled, more than a dozen masked figures surrounded him.
"You are so brave. Now that you know we are following you secretly, you still dare to lure us here. Could it be that you knew you were going to die, so you chose your burial place in advance?"
One of them obviously changed his voice and said mockingly.
"Haha, all the holy temples can't do anything to me. How dare you, a bunch of hidden rats, want to kill me?"
Wu Ming smiled calmly.
"Arrogant, no wonder so many people want to kill you. Relying on your background and strength, you dare to make enemies everywhere, but you don't know that you are asking for your own death!
I want to see, without external help, who can save your life?"
A cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and the aura around his body surged wildly. He was clearly a peak grand master.
"Stop talking nonsense and resolve the issue quickly to avoid unnecessary complications!"
Another person reminded.
"superior!"
Everyone looked at each other and took action almost at the same time, surrounding Wu Ming. It was clear that they were all powerful Grand Masters, and there were many top Grand Masters.
"You can do evil if God does it, but you can't live if you do evil on your own!"
Wu Ming stood with his hands behind his hands and sighed with emotion.
"snort!"
At this moment, Lengheng suddenly appeared like thunder, wind and clouds gathered between the sky and the earth, and a hurricane roared, but the clouds and mists were rolling in, like a tiger coming into the world, followed by wind and clouds.
"Island owner!"
The expressions of more than a dozen great masters suddenly changed. This voice was too familiar. It was none other than the current owner of Huya Island—Qiu Tong!
"If we take this child down, we will have a way to survive!"
The leader took action brazenly, causing the situation to change with a casual attack, but he was a half-step Lingtai strongman, and he also showed weakness and attacked Wu Ming.
Bang!
Almost at the same time, one of the companions in the diagonal stab suddenly took action, hitting his heart with a palm, and a golden hook-like light flashed from his right hand and disappeared into the mouth of another person.
"Lao Liu, you..."
The victim was vomiting blood and looked in disbelief.
"Brother, some things are gone in the past. They are not yours and will never be yours!"
The black scarf slowly slid off, revealing an old face of about fifty years old. It was Qiu Ju who had always been unwilling to deal with Wu Ming. He turned around and said, "Brother Chen, don't force me to kill you!"
The invisible fishing line in his hand was connected to the other side, and it sank into a person's heart, making the other side sigh bitterly.
A series of shocking changes made everyone who was traveling with them at a loss. Several people who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape were even beaten into mud by tiger claws falling from the sky, and they did not even have time to scream.
"snort!"
A slightly tall figure descended from the sky with a terrifying aura, instantly suppressing more than a dozen great masters and bowing their heads. It was none other than Qiu Tong.
"Hey, Lao Liu, do you think that by betraying us, you will get more opportunities? Sooner or later, my Huya Island will be destroyed..."
The injured man opposite said sadly.
"Brother, you still don't know. Even if nothing happened back then, you still wouldn't be the island master. It just depends on whether your cultivation level is strong or weak!"
Qiu Ju's expression grew colder and he shook his head slowly.
"Are you going to surrender without mercy, or will you let the owner of this island take action and clean up the house?"
Qiu Tong majestically swept across the audience, his eyes falling on Wu Ming, who had been calm and composed from beginning to end, standing with his hands behind his back, and was filled with wonder in his heart.
With such magnanimity, no wonder my ancestors would treat him differently!
"Master Qiu, I will not take part in the family affairs of Guidao!"
Wu Ming smiled slightly, backed away, and quickly disappeared into the vast mountains and forests without any nostalgia. He seemed not to be curious at all as to why this incident happened.