In the Bronze Domain, in the hall of a certain tribe that was once the most prosperous, the atmosphere was horrifyingly dull. In the hall were four sages of the Mayfly clan kneeling. The one above them, who was faintly shrouded in black mist, said coldly.
"Why haven't all the treasure resources been handed over yet?"
Faced with this question, the four lords of the Mayfly Clan all trembled, their heads lowered almost to the ground.
"Sir, it's not that we have neglected our duties, but the people guarding the mine have delayed the delivery date!"
“We originally sent messages to urge you, but who would have thought that no one would reply!”
"After sending people to check, we found out that the mine has been hollowed out, and none of our strong men who guarded the mine survived!"
The four Lord Mayfly did not dare to hide anything, and stumblingly explained what they found out in detail.
This kind of thing cannot be hidden. The hierarchy within the Mayfly Clan is very strict. If they dare to deceive the superiors and conceal the truth from the inferiors, once they are found out, the consequences will definitely not be something they can bear.
"Are you kidding me?"
Several sharp claws shining with black metallic luster emerged from the black mist, and a mightfly strongman with an unusually ferocious appearance walked out of it. His voice was as cold as a bone and he said, "The will of the Bronze Realm has been destroyed, and all the strong men in this realm have been slaughtered."
, even if there is an occasional fish that slips through the net, the strongest one is no more than the Venerable level. Do you want to say that with the Venerable level strongman of our clan, facing the Bronze Venerable, he can't even send a warning and summons?"
"I don't dare. Sir, please calm down. Everything we said is true!"
"Sir, please take a look. This is a detailed file record of the mining area that we sent people to inspect. It also includes images of the mining area!"
"My subordinates went there to check it out in person. The person who did it handled it very cleanly from beginning to end, leaving no trace whatsoever!"
"Not only that, my subordinates discovered that the underground mineral veins were dug up by people with great magic power. Their strength is so strong that I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
The four people's voices were trembling, their legs were like sifting chaff, and their words were all about trying to excuse themselves.
Although it was a bit exaggerated, most of it was because of the matter, and they knew that they couldn't hide it, so they sent their trusted subordinates to check it out, and even went to battle in person.
The results they obtained all made them frightened, knowing that they were beyond their ability to handle.
"After investigation, a total of seventy-five mineral veins were destroyed in just three months. None of the strong men of our clan who guarded the mines survived!"
The ferocious black face of this ephemeral saint was filled with coldness. He seemed to have opened three pairs of compound eyes, looking at several bone talismans in a strange and eerie manner.
His eyesight is countless times higher than that of these four Lord Mayfly. Even just based on the records and pictures in the file, he has already noticed something unusual in it.
"Hmph, I thought we had wiped out these ditch rats, but I didn't expect there was one fish that slipped through the net!"
"If you hide obediently, you may still have a few years of good life, so I will let you go!"
"But since you ran out to stir up trouble and trouble regardless of life and death, whether you have someone to rely on or whether you are committing the final act of madness, you can just use it to make blood food for me!"
Blinking his compound eyes a few times, the Saint of the Mayfly Tribe smiled solemnly and said in a cold voice, "Go and release those green-skinned dogs and let them join the ranks of the mining slaves. Tell them that if you can lure this guy who doesn't know life or death,
Come out, and I will give their people a chance to survive!"
"Don't worry, sir, I will handle it properly!"
"Sir, if you are open-minded, those green-skinned dogs will definitely be loyal and dedicated to their work!"
"Your Excellency is far-sighted and resourceful, and I am admired by my subordinates!"
The four sages of the Mayfly clan gave some compliments with little nutritional value, and then retreated with the impatient wave of the sage.
"Looking at this method, he is probably a bronze false saint!"
In the empty hall, Saint Mayfly's hoarse, harsh, and chilling laughter rang out, "Hey, this Saint has this opportunity. If he can devour it, and gain the luck generated by the return of light in this realm, it will be enough to make him
I have truly entered the holy realm!"
It turns out that this powerful man from the Mayfly clan who sits in the Bronze Domain and directs all matters is actually a false saint!
And this time, they paid even more attention to the flesh and blood essence of the strong bronze man who attacked various mineral veins and was suspected to be a false saint.
The Mayfly Clan has destroyed more than one realm for countless years, and a legend was born at some point.
When the realm is about to be destroyed, there will be some unique creatures who are responsible for the last destiny of this world, called the sons of destiny who came into being!
If it can be peeled off using secret techniques, or it can be refined and integrated into one's own body, it will be a heaven-defying opportunity!
And this powerful man from the Mayfly Tribe is a false saint himself, so there is no doubt about his strength, but if he truly breaks through to the Holy Realm, he may have a place among the mighty ones in the Holy Realm!
But he didn't say anything, and he was a little worried, for fear of leaking the news.
Moreover, although this is a legend, not many people know about it, and high-level officials like him only learned about it by accident.
But there is no airtight wall in the world, and you have to be careful if you need to be careful. He will definitely have to fight for it!
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At the same time, somewhere in the Mayfly Territory, where there are steep mountains and rich mineral resources, a group of bronze men were cleaning the battlefield and gathering the Bronze Tribe mining slaves who had just declared to worship Wu Ming as their god.
Regarding the mineral veins here, Wu Ming no longer interfered, but allowed the Bronze Emperors to do their own thing.
After months of extensive searches, and with the local snakes like the Bronze Men leading the way, his own perception of mineral deposits is inherently strong, and there are almost no mistakes or omissions.
As a result, the number of remnants of the Bronze Tribe gathered along the way was no less than a million.
The number of people who make up the Zhoutian Xinghai Formation has expanded from the original one hundred and eight to nearly a thousand people today. Under the nine Zhoutian Xinghai Formation, even the top half-saints can only raise a cup to resist Zhoutian.
Tian Xing Dou’s ability to suppress.
Not only that, but a reserve team of nine large formations has been assembled, which can be replenished at any time.
Of course, this formation is by no means that simple. It only uses one hundred and eight as the base number to evolve the Star Sea around the sky.
Not to mention nearly a thousand, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands can be included.
Such a powerful force is enough to achieve quantitative changes and produce qualitative changes, and even to the extreme depths, it has the ability to destroy saints.
Of course, there also needs to be a strong semi-saint sitting in it, with himself as the core, channeling the power of the formation.
This is still the most basic, and it requires years of practice and running-in. If there is a slight mistake, the power of qualitative change will be out of balance.
At that time, it will not be used to kill the enemy, but to destroy yourself!
In such a short time, thanks to the Bronze Emperor, although the soul and consciousness are far inferior to those of the human race, they are still much stronger than ordinary creatures.
Under Wu Ming's almost cruel training, he is now barely able to achieve the goal of evolving the prototype of Zhoutian Xinghai with a formation of thousands of people.
Even so, the power displayed was quite extraordinary. When sweeping these mines, they still did not encounter any worthy opponents.
The only pity is that although there are many bronze men gathered, there are not many semi-holy level experts, only six.
If not, with the nine bronze sages as the core of the formation, the power of the formation of thousands of people to evolve the sea of stars in the sky can be doubled or even increased dozens of times.
Even if you encounter a powerful false saint, you may not be without the strength to fight!
At this time, several semi-holy level bronze warriors volunteered to take over the task of handling external chores.
"We found the high priest, and he is indeed trapped here!"
"Okay, the high priest is a well-known wise man in our clan. With his guidance, he will definitely be able to decipher the subtleties of this formation!"
"With this great formation in hand, as long as we gather enough tribesmen, we may not be incapable of competing with the Mayfly Clan. No matter how bad we do, we can still maintain our inheritance!"
Several strong semi-saints found a bronze man with extremely bright eyes from a group of surrendered mining slaves, but his aura was the same as that of ordinary mining slaves.
From his mouth, we learned that this high priest, who was once a wise man from a tribe in the Bronze Domain, disguised himself as an ordinary tribesman and was kidnapped when the enemy attacked the tribe and was unable to recover.
Unexpectedly, instead of being tortured and killed as blood food, his cultivation was banned and sent to this mine, where he was eventually found by his tribe.
"Don't act rashly!"
The Daimyo High Priest did not lift his seal, nor did he indicate his identity. The light of wisdom in his eyes flashed, and he said as profoundly as a deep pool, "I already know this person's methods, so you must not underestimate him. If you don't have our clan's special treasure, you can block it."
Through telepathy, I am afraid that he has learned about the evil thoughts in his heart and will die without a burial place!"
"This person is indeed remarkable. With his strength, he is definitely in the realm of false saints, and he is a strong one among them, but he is definitely not in the realm of saints. We will definitely have a chance!"
"High Priest, you are a wise man of our clan. Now that you have seen the evolution of this great formation, you will soon be able to understand its secrets. By then, with the power of this formation, are you still afraid that you will not be able to suppress a false saint?
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"Yes, under the guise of the gods, this person actually wants to enslave us and make our tribe slaves for generations to come. It is really abominable and the crime cannot be punished!"
Several Bronze Venerables expressed their opinions one after another, all of them showing anger.
Even though the Bronze Realm is now destroyed and they have become homeless dogs, they were once strong and highly respected.
But now, there is an outsider sitting on top of him and domineering him. Not only does he enslave himself, but he also enslaves his own ethnic group and descendants, which is a life-and-life servitude. How can he endure this?
If Wu Ming was a powerful saint, they would have recognized it, but when they realized that Wu Ming's strongest cultivation was just a false saint, a little thought came to his mind!
Especially when I learned from the tribal emperor that this large formation had the power to turn decay into magic, this idea became stronger than ever.
If they had such a large formation when the Mayfly Clan captured the Bronze Territory, why worry about not being able to protect their homeland?
Even now, if we can turn against the enemy and use the power of this formation to suppress Wu Ming, gain control of the void space, and be the master of our own country, wouldn't it be countless times better than having our life controlled by others?
"This matter still lacks a chance. Now that several months have passed, the Mayfly clan must have noticed that something is wrong and will definitely send strong men to investigate. As long as we gather nine senior members of the same clan before and control the core of the formation when we go to battle, we can then
Making arrangements in the void space is enough to determine the outcome at the last moment!"