"Too many words lead to mistakes, take them down!"
A pseudo-sage from the Thousand Howls tribe seemed to feel something was wrong, and let out a deep roar. A strange sonic rhythm spread out invisibly, covering Wu Ming from all directions.
The power of the Thousand Howlers is extremely strange. They can attack the enemy through the vibration of their own back stabs and the sound waves caused by them, instead of using ventriloquism.
Not only that, due to the particularity of the way of sound waves, it is extremely difficult to prevent, and to a certain extent, its destructive power is even more astonishing.
Even those with strong physiques can be shattered by sonic vibrations, and they have astonishing lethality to souls!
It's a pity that I met Wu Ming this time.
"Oh!"
Wu Ming coolly exposed himself to the sun, and the dark golden light all over his body surged out like mist, without any hint of the ferociousness and panic that he had been imprisoned in before, and his body shape increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
boom!
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a golden body of Mahakala, several feet tall, with three heads and six arms, holding various strange weapons.
Buzz!
The strange sound wave ripples, which were enough to easily shatter the supreme semi-holy venerable, were shaken away by a dark golden luster the moment they touched the surface of the golden body.
The power of immortality is the characteristic of the immortal golden body that Wu Ming has cultivated to this day after surviving numerous near-death situations.
If it is so easy to expose, it will not be worthy of the name of the world's first-class golden body, let alone be said to be able to block the holy way and be immortal forever!
It can be said that the Immortal Golden Body is not only the nemesis of this type of sonic magical power. With Wu Ming's current cultivation strength, except for attacks that contain the original power of the holy way, almost any attack can be weakened by most, or even almost completely immune!
"If Saint Xiao Qiong were here, I would definitely retreat. Unfortunately, in order to set up a trap, you deliberately cut down most of the peripheral strength. You just set a trap here, and you even sent it to the door yourself. Then you can't blame me!"
Wu Ming smiled solemnly, and the indifferent Mahakala Buddha face in the middle suddenly became angry and turned into an angry-eyed Vajra. A thick arm like a horned dragon exerted a slight force, and the five fingers were pressed together.
Click!
It contained a very strong restriction, and it had previously been able to turn the cage in which he was imprisoned into crumbs without warning.
"Squeak... be gentle, Mr. Shu, I can't stand your torment now!"
The golden-haired rat screamed, turned into a ray of golden light, and landed on Wu Ming's shoulder. He yelled at Wu Ming angrily, then stood up with his hands on his waist, pointed at his finger and chewed a line with fear and anger.
"Humph, these stinky hedgehogs didn't seek to harm Master Shu. Let Master Shu take care of them, and you will benefit from them afterwards!"
Wu Ming froze and glared at him angrily, wondering why these words sounded so awkward, as if he was saying, close the door and leave it there.
But now is obviously not the time to quarrel with the Golden-haired Rat. Even though his tone is quite disdainful towards Chewing and others, in the end there are two false saints and three supreme semi-saints.
Among them, Chewing has extraordinary talent and is the legitimate son of a saint. Coupled with the treasure in his possession, he is equivalent to a false saint.
Even though Wu Ming is now very strong, even capable of fighting the strong ones among the false saints head-on, he is still in a dangerous prison. Not to mention being restricted in every aspect, his strength has been weakened by at least one to two percent.
For him, fighting to the death here is definitely not the best option!
Wu Ming made up his mind and prepared to force a breakthrough, but the terrifying power displayed really shocked Chewing and others.
"What kind of monster is this?"
Chew almost bit off his tongue in shock.
Not to mention anything else, the cage itself is not a mortal thing, second only to the holy weapon, and the restrictions on it were placed by his father's hands.
Not to mention the semi-holy venerable, even the pseudo-holy city would have difficulty breaking through the defenses. Unless a powerful person from the holy realm takes action, it would be impossible to break through it so lightly.
But the facts are before our eyes. This monster whose aura is only at the level of a semi-saint, but whose aura far exceeds that of an ordinary pseudo-sage, has done so easily!
"Take... no, kill them, launch a large formation at all costs, and never let them escape!"
Chewing himself was also extremely talented, but at this moment he could not hide his jealousy. He was shocked by Wu Ming's display of strength and directly ignored his father's orders.
He didn't need to say anything, but looking at the current situation of the pseudo-sage strongman of the same race who was guarding this place, you knew how difficult this three-headed and six-armed monster he had never seen before was, and there was no way they could hold back at all.
"Oh!"
Wu Ming laughed ferociously, shook his hands in a circle, grabbed the pseudo-sage strongman from the Qianhou Clan, and said solemnly, "I am here just to take away this little mouse. I don't want to be the enemy of the Qianhow Clan."
, presumably the leader of the Xiaoqiong Saint Clan would not make this decision.
Everyone, do you really want to fight to the death?"
As he spoke, he grabbed the head of the powerful false saint with one hand, and made a gesture of twisting off his head if he disagreed with him.
The threat is beyond words!
"Asshole, Master Shu, I..."
The golden-haired mouse jumped to its feet and cursed angrily. Before he could finish his words, his mouth was blocked by an unknown holy fruit stuffed into his mouth by a big hand. He groaned twice and rolled his eyes before gobbling it up, greedily absorbing the extremely rich holy fruit.
force.
In the past few years, he had suffered a lot of torture at first. If it weren't for his special talent and magical powers, he would have been cramped and skinned by the methods used by Xiao Qiong Sheng, and his soul was extracted and refined!
It was also because of the treasures of various tribes that he had stolen that were hidden somewhere, that Saint Xiao Qiong spared his life, but the treatment could not be said to be good.
Of course Wu Ming didn't give him such a good thing out of kindness.
First of all, he is now under heavy siege. Even though the Thousand Howling Clan is facing a catastrophe, he is still in his hometown after all.
There is no guarantee that after he appears as a visitor from a foreign land, the other three tribes will not change their minds and take action on him first.
By then, we will have to face the siege of no less than a dozen powerful saints.
Don't say that Wu Ming is at most similar to a pseudo-sage strongman now. Even if he advances to the holy realm, facing so many beings of the same level, he has no choice but to run for his life, and he may have to pay a high price.
Furthermore, he had plundered all the precious treasures of the Golden-haired Rat. Although it was not as good as those of the Chaos Divine Items, he was still thinking about those Chaos Divine Items.
Let him regain some strength, not only to help him, but also to ask for some chaos artifacts afterwards. He is very greedy.
"Hmph, what a loud tone. Even if your origins are extraordinary, the Semi-Saint Venerable is so secretive and secretive that he broke into our clan's forbidden area and even wanted to kidnap the prisoners who stole the treasures of various clans. He also attracted people outside.
Three tribes are besieging our tribe, you must die!"
Chew was surprised that the other party had guessed his father's attitude, but he was even more determined to kill him.
Counting Wu Ming's various crimes instantly dispelled the wavering mentality of the other strong men. They were already enemies of life and death. How could there be room for change?
"Sage Xiao Qiong was so smart, but in a moment of confusion, he actually chose you, a fool, as his successor. It seems... the annihilation of the Thousand Howling Clan is not far away!"
Wu Ming gave a cold expression and said half a sentence without speculation. He immediately didn't bother to waste any more words. He raised his six arms, swept out his Bagua Palm, and used the Wuxiang Sword and Wandering Dragon Sword Technique at the same time.
Relying on the supreme defense of the immortal golden body, he ran straight into the restrictions squeezing from all directions and blocked the opponent's attacks.
For Wu Ming, whose combat power has been fully exploded, there is no way that two fists can't beat four hands. With three heads and six arms, there are no blind spots in defense, and no sneak attack can escape his perception.
Although it was impossible to completely ignore the attack of the pseudo-saint strongman, as long as the opponent launched a powerful attack, Wu Ming was not willing to put in more effort, so he would grab the pseudo-sage strongman from the Qianhao tribe and use it as a human shield to make the opponent throw a rat weapon.
"mean!"
"Shameless!"
Several strong men from the Thousand Howls tribe kept yelling, but they were helpless. However, they felt more and more shocked, and even gave birth to a trace of fear.
This is still in his own forbidden area, and there are layers of restrictions imposed by the prison over the years. Although it was deliberately not turned on to the strongest state in order to induce Wu Ming to take the bait, it will inevitably be affected a lot.
Otherwise, how can you claim to be able to stop the existence of the Holy Realm?
But just like that, the opponent not only showed superb combat power, but also withstood the siege of two false saints and three supreme sages.
It is conceivable that if you fight alone, no one can be your opponent.
Once such a being breaks through to the Holy Realm, he will definitely become the most powerful among the mighty ones, and it may not even take long for him to be on par with beings like Howling Qiong Sheng.
The strong men of the Thousand Howls Clan present were all tyrannical and had names and surnames, but I had never heard of any semi-saint venerable being able to be so tyrannical.
For example, among the generations of strong men from the four overlord tribes, including those who have been promoted to the Holy Realm, none have such great power.
Even those who have been fortunate enough to follow the powerful people in this world, go out of the Yun En Realm, and meet people from all the powerful clans in the world, have never heard of such a heaven-defying existence.
It's okay if you are alone, but if there is support from the tribe behind you, if one fails to handle it well and attracts the other tribe to come, can the Yun En Realm hold on?
"Hmph, you are an ant-like thing. If you don't have the holy armor to protect you, who are you?"
Wu Mingke didn't care what they were thinking. His swords were vertical and horizontal, and his palm power was unparalleled. He broke out of a vacuum zone in the infinite restriction and appeared in front of Zhan. The broken sword slashed down on his head.
Tsk!
Amidst the ear-piercing explosions, the giant shield in Chew's hand flashed with endless dazzling fire. The entire being was knocked back and hit the wall reinforced by countless restrictions, but it created a huge crater. He said as if he didn't want money.
He was spitting out blood, and there was only fear in his eyes that was so intense that it couldn't be resolved.
Wearing holy armor and holding a holy shield, under double protection, he was unable to block the opponent's blow. How powerful is this?
What frightened him the most was that Wu Ming did not use any energy such as the vitality of heaven and earth at all, but relied on pure physical power. Even the strongest Tulong clan in this world did not have such power!
"Get away!"
Wu Ming roared loudly like a thunderous explosion, his foot slipped, and his majestic body rushed forward, instantly defeating the combined efforts of the two pseudo-sage masters, and causing the two Qianhou Clan sages to vomit blood.
But even so, he still has no chance to escape from this prison, because the restrictions here have begun to tighten at some point!
The pressure that was invisibly placed on him increased exponentially. If it were delayed any longer, it would be difficult for him, not even the mighty Saint Realm, to escape easily.