Having already been injured by the shattering of his own zombie, he once again risked his life...
Although survived.
But at this moment, he would rather not survive.
Of the great Jurchen tribe, the great barbarian tribe, he is the only one left!
one person……
The great race is doomed to extinction.
The expectations of our ancestors, everything that generations of ancestors struggled for... in the end, it was all in vain.
He stood there in a daze.
At this moment, a figure appeared in front of him.
Although he lowered his head, he still felt it keenly.
It's that familiar smell.
He was the one who massacred nearly 500,000 members of his Jurchen clan in Fengjing. He was the one who, with a single sweep of his sword, destroyed the boundary formation and boundary spirits, and also cut off the future of his clan.
The head of the Wen family looked up, his face full of madness, and roared hysterically: "Zhou Bu Zhou!"
"Why?!"
"Why?!"
"You stole my Wen family's spiritual mine, but my Wen family never bothered you. Why, why did you come to destroy my clan?!"
Zhou Buzhou looked at the head of the Wen family carefully.
That old face had aged completely, just like an old man in his eighties or nineties in the mortal world. There was no trace of vitality in it anymore, and it was truly half buried in the ground.
This meant that the former head of the Wen family, a former fifth-level beginner, had suffered a nearly devastating injury.
Even if Zhou Buzhou didn't kill him today, the old man wouldn't be able to live long. Even if he really found the glimmer of hope that was the forty-ninth level of the fifty-day evolution of the Great Dao, even if he really survived, his cultivation would inevitably regress rapidly and would never be able to recover.
only……
Can such a rubbish clan, such a disgusting race of people, have emotions and feel sad and angry?
Perhaps, this is why there must be something hateful about a pitiful person, or perhaps it can be said that there must be something pitiful about a hateful person?
Zhou Buzhou replied indifferently: "This calamity of China is caused by your clan. A hundred years ago, the calamity of China was also caused by your clan..."
"The law of heaven is retribution. Even if heaven doesn't punish me, I, the Black and White Academy, will do it!"
The head of the Wen family paused.
A hundred years ago, Little Buddha said that the Nine Provinces were not the Nine Provinces of the barbarians. Giving the Nine Provinces to the great powers, giving the Han slaves to the great powers, would be enough to ensure the prosperity and stability of the barbarians...
As for the temporary humiliation... Think about how our ancestor Wanyan Agudao massacred the extremely powerful Khitan, and then our ancestor Nurhaci also massacred the extremely powerful Ming Dynasty...
This proves that the barbarians only need to lie low and not engage in direct battles. They only need to lie low until their powerful enemies fall, and the world will eventually return to their control...
then……
Not long ago, when Long Shanluo suddenly disappeared...
The head of the Wen family laughed bitterly.
cause and effect?
retribution?
He doesn't admit it!
The Wen family is right, the barbarians are right!
It is China that is wrong!
It is these Han slaves who are wrong!
He stood up.
Zhou Buzhou said softly, "Are you going to fight to the death? You are no match for me!"
The head of the Wen family didn't care, but because he was seriously injured, his movements were extremely slow.
Zhou Buzhou made a casual move and the mobile phone that had not been used for a long time appeared from the storage space.
He turned on his phone.
The battery is out.
He immediately used the Yin-Yang Qi to simulate the Water-attribute Qi according to the Five Elements' principles of generation, restraint, gathering and dispersion, and then in an instant, a ball of water vapor rose from his palm.
The rising water vapor was only as big as a palm.
Immediately afterwards, the yin and yang water vapor collided.
A thin flash of lightning appeared.
Under the guidance of mental power, thin lightning entered the phone along the charging port.
The phone lit up.
All this is done in the blink of an eye.
The head of the Wen family paused for a moment: "Fifth-order high-level great venerable?!"
That's right.
The method Zhou Buzhou used to evolve clouds and lightning in his hands just now can only be achieved by the Great Venerable Realm.
But the aura on Zhou Buzhou's body was clearly at the peak of the third level.
This is……
Zhou Buzhou shook his head.
Instead, he turned on the music player on his mobile phone, and a melody with a desolate and extremely sad melody echoed.
This is - "The Last of the Mohicans".
The head of the Wen family paused, and in an instant, the irrefutable state of mind of a fifth-level cultivator collapsed, and in an instant, his emotions surged uncontrollably.
Zhou Buzhou said calmly: "Wen Jiu is still alive, Wen Yaoyao is still alive..."
Wen Jiu was a member of the Wen family who was killed by Zhou Buzhou in Taihu Lake, so he is naturally no longer alive. Wen Yaoyao was a member of the Wen family who later discovered Lu Dafeng's conspiracy after hearing what Lu Dafeng said.
Both of these people are dead.
But now...
The head of the Wen family's eyes lit up slightly.
Zhou Buzhou continued, "You don't want the barbarians to be completely wiped out, do you?"
Zhou Buzhou continued to persuade them patiently: "Among mortals, a tribe with less than a thousand people cannot reproduce... But we are cultivators. As long as there is one boy and one girl, we can still reproduce and form a complete tribe!"
"You don't want this song to become true, do you? You don't want the barbarians to become the next Maya and Indian, do you?"
The head of the Wen family was moved.
There is still hope for the Wen family, and there is still hope for the barbarians!
He looked up.
Zhou Buzhou said calmly: "But I can kill you and then kill the other two!"
The Wen family's head's expression suddenly changed, but he quickly calmed down: "Since you mentioned it, you must have something to ask for, so I won't do it!"
"What do you want?!"
Zhou Buzhou whispered, "What do you have?"
The Wen family's head's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled calmly: "I always feel like you are lying to me..."
"But I want to take a gamble!"
As he spoke, the head of the Wen family took the initiative to open his storage space, and countless items flew out of his storage space.
There is the three thousand year old Zhuo Huosheng, there is the spiritual essence that flickers with a faint blue light... there are also countless spiritual stones, and bottles of elixirs, there are strange creatures from another world, among which there are three fruits similar to those in the world of pirates, and there is a completely white clone, and that clone is covered with densely packed Sharingan and Byakugan!
There are also piles of pure black gold...
There is also one that has no spirituality at all, but exudes a level of pressure similar to that of Long Shanluo himself.
This is a zombie at the level of Great Venerable!
But it was obvious that the head of the Wen family failed to activate this great venerable zombie, nor did he train this great venerable zombie into his own zombie.
Otherwise, the head of the Wen family could have become a great master.
Zhou Buzhou's face was filled with shock.
Is this the accumulation of thousands of years of the clan?
Zhou Buzhou's gaze was fixed on the zombie at the Great Venerable realm, but his peripheral vision was fixed on the empty coffin in the corner.
The dark blue and restrained color makes it clear at a glance that this is not an ordinary thing.
But he didn't dare to show his importance and concern for Lan Ji's words, not even the slightest bit.
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