"The monster in the divine vein realm," the old man looked solemn at this moment. He looked deeply at Chaos and said word by word.
The power of the opponent's attack just now was definitely not something that ordinary monsters in the Holy Pulse Realm could have.
"Old man, unless your ten great Yamas from the Ancient Ming Dynasty come to this world today, you are really not worthy of being a Thirteen Saints," Chaos said with a contemptuous smile.
I saw it open its mouth wide, and all the gray mist surrounding the old man's head, like a sea of blood from hell, was sucked into its stomach.
Chaos burped, and raised his right paw again. He saw boundless spiritual energy surging in the sky, and a huge claw condensed out and grabbed directly towards the old man.
At this moment, the old man did not dare to accept the challenge. He quickly fled into the void to escape.
Boundless beast power emanates from Chaos, and when the spiritual energy around it surges, it freezes the entire space within a radius of several miles.
The old man's figure was also forcibly expelled from the void.
Although he is a strong man in the Holy Vein Realm, under the blockade of the Chaos Divine Vein Realm, there is no way to tear apart the space in front of him.
The boundless claws fell from the sky, and the sound of "rumbling" echoed in the air.
The claws condensed with spiritual energy directly grasped the old man in the palm of his hand. No matter how much the old man resisted, it was all in vain.
"Ants like fleas," Chaos snorted coldly and slapped it hard with his right paw.
There was an explosion with a "boom". Even though the old man had tried his best to defend, he was still seriously injured by the claw of Chaos, and he was almost dying.
However, the injuries on his body are also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. This is the power of the Holy Pulse Realm.
As long as the soul remains immortal, it will only take time to recover from any serious injury.
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"Boss, he has no fighting ability for the time being," Chaos said as if he was taking credit.
Xu Zimo smiled, walked up to the old man, and said, "Should we talk now?"
The old man was silent for a while and said: "I'm also very curious, what do you want to do after you waste so much effort to lure me here?"
"Let's change the place. This place is too close to Hunyuan Ancient City. Maybe the movement just now has attracted some people's attention," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
Then Chaos was seen carrying the old man, and everyone left together in the air.
Not far away, in front of a snow-capped mountain range, everyone stopped.
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"Actually, I don't have much hatred towards you, the Ancient Underworld Clan," Xu Zimo said with a smile, "As long as you tell me something, I can let you go."
"What do you want to know?" the old man asked in a hoarse voice.
"You, the Ancient Underworld Tribe, have been studying a secret method for tens of thousands of years," Xu Zimo replied.
"You want to know the secret method of combat body fusion?" The old man was startled, then quickly shook his head and said: "This is impossible, even if you kill me, I won't tell you."
"Okay, stop acting," Xu Zimo said with a chuckle: "I know better than you what the Hundred Battle Group is.
It’s not that I look down on you, but if you want to integrate the Hundred Battle Groups, you Gu Ming clan are not qualified enough.”
After hearing Xu Zimo's words, the old man's expression changed slightly, but he recovered instantly.
He said calmly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"It doesn't matter, I'll tell you a story and you'll understand," Xu Zimo said with a smile: "Once upon a time, there was an era called Manghuang.
The demon clan, the giant clan, and the immortal clan divided the world into three parts and ruled that era.
Among them, the Monster Clan is the strongest, followed by the Giant Clan, and the Immortal Clan follows closely behind.
In that era of drinking the blood of Maoru, except for these three major races, other races were just ants that humbled themselves in the dust. They were killed wantonly and even used as food for the demon clan.
In a remote corner of the wilderness era, there was a race called Gu Ming.
The patriarch of this race is a middle-class and passionate man who often faces injustices in the world and loves to fight injustices."
"You are only in the second grade, that is our lofty dream," the old man interrupted Xu Zimo arrogantly, and shouted excitedly: "How can you idiots understand that kind of ambition?"
As the old man spoke, his voice suddenly became smaller and smaller. He squatted on the spot in a daze, remembering something, and began to cry.
It is hard to imagine that a strong man who has experienced countless hardships and is in the Holy Pulse realm can shed tears so easily.
"The patriarch believes that all things in this world are equal, and no one should be born superior."
The old man choked with sobs and began to tell the story of his race.
"We accidentally got something that can help us gain great power.
After tens of thousands of years of dormancy, our clan's strength has finally reached an unprecedented peak.
In the wild era at that time, there were already over ten thousand races. No one knew about a race called Gu Ming, and no one understood what we would bring.
That day, it was raining outside, very heavy!
The patriarch told us that he did not know what this move would bring to the entire race, but he never regretted it."
When the old man said this, his expression became excited again.
"Why are the people of the three major races born to be superior and noble?
And other races can only live in humble existence.
We launched a war, but our purpose was only to defeat the three major races and build a fairer and more just world.
We have called on all races except the three major races to unite to overthrow their rule.
We could have established a prosperous age and moved towards a new era.
Although we also know that there is no real fairness in this world, we can try to balance it as much as possible.
But it’s because you idiots don’t dare to resist the rule of the three major races.”
The old man was silent for a long time when he said this, and finally shook his head in amusement.
"The power of the three major races is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and those races dare not unite with us to resist.
Instead, they turned around and helped the three major races deal with us.
That war lasted for tens of thousands of years, and in the end we were almost wiped out.
Failed, failed.
But the world will never know the truth.
We are the ones who should be remembered by the times,
Unfortunately, under the propaganda of the three major races, we have become the devil who wants to destroy the world.
Became a street rat that everyone yelled at to beat,
We can only live in dark sewers,
With your own ambitions and ideals, you will live a humble and hopeless life."
Hearing the old man's words, Xu Zimo turned and looked at Chaos.
Chaos quickly explained: "The original war was directed by the ancestors of the upper world, and we were just following orders.
Besides, how did you, a warrior in the Holy Pulse Realm, survive from the wilderness era to now?
Why should we believe what you say?"
"It doesn't matter, someone has to stand up, right?" The old man shook his head with a smile and said, "Even if Gu Ming is gone, a man named Zhenwu will still stand up and end everything."
