Is this thing Tianmu Guo?

Just like the Dimu Fruit last time, this treasure of the Tianmu Realm seems to be a bit arbitrary. Last time, it was mixed in a meal of fruit, and now it’s time to start cosplaying!

"Are you sure it's the real Tian Mu Guo?"

Tieniu asked the half-sage with a solemn expression.

"It's confirmed, it is indeed the Tianmu Fruit, but it is still in the growth stage. I really don't know why the Wood Clan would leak it!"

The semi-sage said categorically that the Tianmu Fruit would emit special fluctuations that could not be imitated, so he was very sure that it was the Tianmu Fruit.

"Huh, no matter what the reason is that caused the news about Tianmu Guo to be leaked, now that we are sure that he is real, we have to go and break into the dragon's den and the tiger's den!"

After receiving the affirmative answer from the Half-Saint, Tieniu directly made his decision.

And we headed to the Bloodtooth Mountains on the same day, sooner rather than later.

Not just them, many people received the exact news that Tianmuguo was born, and all the heroes gathered and headed towards the Bloodtooth Mountains. The scale was no worse than the last time the Golden Scale King overcame the tribulation.

Jiang Chen controlled the thunder light, and the mountains and the earth quickly retreated under his feet. There must be something wrong with the birth of Tianmu Guo, especially after seeing Mu Xinyong's methods, Jiu Chen was even more sure.

Otherwise, Tianmu Guo would not have been born earlier or later, but he was born at this time, and it was still on the map sold by Mu Xinyong.

However, the Mu clan played a big game this time and actually let everyone know about it. The plot was very grand and everyone went there with the intention of fishing in troubled waters, including Jiang Chen.

The Bloodtooth Mountain Range is a strange place in the Tianmu Realm. The entire Tianmu Realm is a place full of vitality. However, the Bloodtooth Mountain Range is surrounded by red ground and blood for thousands of miles, and the overall image of the mountain range is like a canine tooth gap.

Because of this, it was named the Bloodtooth Mountains.

When Jiang Chen and the others arrived, a group of monks had already gathered in the Bloodtooth Mountains. Compared to the last time outside the Golden Scale King's cave, the place was packed with people.

After all, only monks in the holy realm could participate in the Golden Scale King's last tribulation, and this time the Tianmu Fruit was born, even half-saints were eligible to take a share of the pie.

"What's going on? Why are all these people gathering outside?"

Someone arrived with Jiang Chen and the others. When they saw the crowd outside the Bloodtooth Mountain Range, they quickly asked the monks next to them about the situation.

"Stop talking, the monks of the Mu Clan actually blocked the Bloodtooth Mountains and blocked us casual cultivators out of the canyon. It's really abominable. Does the Mu Guo belong to him today?"

A monk said angrily, but then suddenly stopped talking. The most basic thing to trace is that even the Tianmu Realm belongs to others. Thinking about it this way, this Tianmu Fruit is indeed a thing of the Wood Clan.

However, the Expeditionary Empire has obtained the Tianmu Realm for tens of thousands of years, so many monks have regarded this Tianmu Realm as their private property.

"Hurry, hurry, the eighteenth prince is here!"

Not long after Jiang Chen and the others arrived here, a monk suddenly said excitedly. In the sky in the distance, there were auspicious clouds. The eighteenth prince in golden armor stood in front of the clouds, with an imperial aura between his brows.

Next to him was Jian Shiqi, still wearing a long black dress, with two very lively eyes.

The imperial royal family is at its peak, and with Jiang Chen's early warning last time, Jian Shiqi left decisively, allowing the imperial royal family to retain its strength to the greatest extent.

"Mu Clan, what do you mean by blocking the canyon? Do you want to monopolize the Tianmu Fruit?"

The Eighteenth Prince was still in the air, and his questioning voice had already resounded throughout the Bloodtooth Mountains.

"Eighteenth Prince, today's Mu Guo is very important to our Mu Clan. I hope you won't interfere. Our Mu Clan must be strong and weak!"

A saint from the Mu tribe walked out of the canyon. He was dressed very "naturally", with a grass skirt and a big straw hat, like a native who came from the mountains.

"The Tianmu Realm has been adhering to the principle of fairness and justice since fifty thousand years ago. Do you want me to take the lead in breaking the rules?"

The eighteenth prince's face suddenly darkened, and a powerful holy power suddenly pressed towards him.

The Saint of the Wood Clan on the opposite side was not afraid either, his aura surged, and he competed with the Eighteenth Prince.

"Rules, whose rules are they? The Tianmu Realm belongs to our Mu Clan. It's you, these bandits, who have occupied it for fifty thousand years, and yet you still keep talking about the rules here."

"In the final analysis, you are just afraid of the rise of our clan and that we will grow into a formidable enemy of the expeditionary empire!"

Behind the Wood Clan saint, a monk said angrily.

"Successful kings and defeated bandits. When you failed, you should have been exterminated. It was the mercy of the ancestors who left you a way to survive. You don't want to be grateful, and you still think about rebellion. Do you want to bring annihilation to your Mu clan again?"

The Eighteenth Prince stood outside the canyon and calmly said to the Mu clan that the disaster of annihilation was so easy for him to say.

Jiang Chen stood not far away and frowned slightly. He didn't like the idea of ​​conquest such as an expedition against the empire.

He is not the kind of child who naively thinks that the strong should protect the weak, but at least the strong should not rely on their own strength to bully the weak.

If this is really the case, wouldn't it mean that the strong will always be strong, and mortals and beasts can only live under the residual power of the strong.

It's true that the weak eat the strong, but the strong will have their own way, so that they can live without worries in this world.

If you all follow the conquest mentality, when you bully others, your descendants and even yourself will be bullied by others one day.

Tieniu and the others were also core members of the Taiping Organization. They frowned at the Eighteenth Prince's words, which were clearly conquest-oriented, but did not say much.

"The catastrophe of genocide, the eighteen princes of the Expeditionary Empire, do you really think that this is still the era of your two emperors? It has been fifty thousand years, the Mu clan has risen, and it is time for the Expeditionary Empire to return our Tianmu Realm!"

The saint who spoke first looked at the sky with a pious face and said enthusiastically.

"Hmph, I don't know what to say, fight in!"

The Eighteenth Prince waved his hand, and the saints who had gone on an expedition to the royal family suddenly burst out with aura, as well as the casual cultivators who had been suppressed for a long time. They also started making noises. In an instant, a terrifying spiritual storm was set off outside the canyon.

"You are afraid, afraid that our clan will rise and overthrow your tyranny!"

The sage of the Mu clan pointed at the eighteen princes and asked loudly.

"Afraid?"

"My father is at the height of his power and is invincible in the world. Not to mention that you don't have an emperor yet. Even if you have one, what will happen?"

"But...I believe in nipping the enemy in the bud!"

The Eighteenth Prince drew out the sword on his waist, pointed it at the Wood Clan Saint, and spoke to them in a cold voice.

boom!

In an instant, the Wood Clan and the monks from the Expeditionary Empire fought together, with countless blood and water flying. This time, real fire was unleashed, unlike outside the lair of the Golden Scale King.

The two groups of people killed each other right from the start, and even some semi-saint monks were killed by the saints before they could even last a round.

"The Eighteenth Prince has the air of a king. I am afraid he will be able to live up to his father's demeanor in the future!"

Deep in the Bloodtooth Mountains, two Wood Clan monks stood together. One of them, a richly dressed old Wood Clan man, looked at the battle outside and said.

"Hmph, it's just another iron-blooded conqueror, but it doesn't matter, today even a real dragon will be turned into a dead dragon!"

Another person said, "If you are from Jiangcheng, you will definitely recognize him here. He is Mu Xinyong."

"Hey, yes, after planning for thousands of years, it's time. Xin Yong, I have wronged you!"

The richly dressed old man of the Mu tribe turned around, patted Mu Xinyong on the shoulder, and said with a kind face.

"Grandpa, what I have done is only a small part of our clan's great cause. You and the clan members who sacrificed for this are really wronged!"

Mu Xinyong said respectfully to the old man, if someone outside could hear the conversation between the two, they might not be calm.

Mu Xinyong, the half-sage of the Wood Clan who stirred up troubles in the last era of the Tianmu Realm, may have already become a saint at that time.

A thousand years have passed, and this guy is conservatively estimated to be five thousand years old. How old must his grandfather be?

"The sacrifices of my people will not be in vain. I will use the blood donated by the expeditionary monks to commemorate them. All the expeditionary empire monks who came in this time will not be able to leave alive!"

A trace of violence flashed in the eyes of the old man of the Wood tribe, and he looked at the monks fighting outside and said.

Outside, there was a raging war, and even Jiang Chen, Tieniu and the others were forced to join the war. The Wood Clan monks were like crazy today, completely ignoring death, and deciding between life and death when they met.

This kind of fighting style made the monks who expedition to the empire a little uncomfortable. As soon as they fought, there were casualties.

Jiang Chen was entangled by a Wood Clan Half-Saint. Naturally, this guy couldn't be Jiang Chen's opponent, but Jiang Chen followed the Half-Saint and had a "difficult" fight.

until……

"Get out of the way, you are no match for him!"

At this time, a person suddenly pushed the Wood Clan Half-Saint opposite Jiang Chen out of the battlefield. The Half-Saint wanted to refute, but after seeing the person coming, he immediately stopped and went to look for other opponents.

"Old Mu, long time no see!"

Seeing the Wood Clan monk, Jiang Chen greeted him with a smile on his face.

"You shouldn't have come, let's go, I don't want to see you die in front of me!"

Lao Mu stood opposite Jiang Chen and said with a calm face. From the beginning of hostility, the two of them had been getting along day and night for several months, so they were relatively familiar with each other.

Jiang Chen is a hateful kid, but Lao Mu doesn't want to break up with him face to face.

"If you don't want me to die in front of you, doesn't this mean that I will die in the end!"

Jiang Chen saw that Lao Mu didn't make a move, and he didn't make a move either. The two of them flew all the way to the edge of the battlefield, looking at each other like old friends.

Of course, there were not others who were short-sighted who wanted to cause trouble along the way, but Erlong was very discerning and directly guarded the two of them.

One is to prevent others from disturbing the two of them, and the other is to give Jiang Chen an order to directly kill Lao Mu with Jiang Chen, or to take Jiang Chen away.

"If you agree to submit to our clan, I can intercede for you. I believe that the clan will welcome a genius like you!"

Lao Mu thought for a while and suddenly spoke to Jiang Chen.

"It seems that this time your Mu clan is really planning something big and you are full of confidence. Is it because of Mu Xinyong?"

When Jiang Chen saw Lao Mu looking like he was sure of winning, his heart moved and he asked.
To be continued...