"This kid is lucky, I am in a good mood today!"

Jing Wuming snorted coldly, looked at the little prince's figure and said lightly, "It's good that this is the case. Let him release the news so that all the monks in the world know where I, Jing Wuming, have gone."

Jing Wuming's thoughts moved, and the Ling Turtle King disappeared from the spot.

Immediately afterwards, the clone who was fighting fiercely with the eight masters in the air immediately used the blood escape technique.

The eight masters were shocked by the magic power of Jing Wuming's clone and were forced to retreat continuously. Before they could fight back, they saw a blood light quickly fleeing to the distance.

Seeing this scene, all the eight masters breathed a sigh of relief.

Because everyone felt that fighting this guy was getting more and more difficult.

But the "Jing Wuming" became more and more brave. At the beginning, everyone could fight him back and forth, but slowly, he completely occupied the upper hand.

As one goes up and down, everyone is no longer his opponent in less than a stick of incense.

The eight masters were like a mirror in their hearts, and knew that Jing Wuming was terrified. Although they were not as rumored, they could kill hundreds of monks with just a wave of their hand.

But with such terrifying strength, it is really amazing that it can still gain the upper hand in the face of the siege of the eight masters! But no one understood that Jing Wuming was sure to win, and he had to continue to drag for dozens of breaths to defeat one by one.

But at this critical moment when he had the upper hand, he quickly escaped without any desire to fight.

This is not like the style of this big devil who has always been killed! "Young master, next..." The eight people flew back to the little prince Wu Yuanbai, looked at each other and asked.

Although everyone was shocked by Jing Wuming's strength and did not dare to pursue him deeply, if the little prince was destined, everyone could only bite the bullet and chase him.

"Jing Wuming clearly has the upper hand, so why did he suddenly escape? This is not his style..." The little prince Wu Yuanbai could also understand that these eight masters had already defeated the battle with Jing Wuming.

But at this moment, Jing Wuming suddenly broke out, forcing everyone to retreat, and fled quickly.

What is this for?

Moreover, almost at the same time, the two figures who had originally observed all this from a distance disappeared.

When did they disappear? No one noticed it! Could it be that Jing Wuming's departure was also related to these two people?

Just as the little prince racked his brains and didn't come up with any clues, a few more figures crossed the sky and arrived in an instant.

Several figures fell down, and all the eight masters present shrank their pupils and they quickly fell down.

"See the prince!"

It turned out that the person who arrived in time was not someone else, but was wearing military armor, who was invincible and powerful without anger, and was unfathomable! And the two confidants around the Eighth Prince, who were also unfathomable in strength. They were never left by the Prince and were the right-hand man of the Eighth Prince.

Seeing the prince arrive, everyone suddenly had an answer in their hearts. So that's it! It must be that Jing Wuming noticed that the prince was coming, and knew that he was no match for the prince, so he took off his feet first! Otherwise, Jing Wuming would have no reason to do this.

"Father!"

Wu Yuanbai knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and his voice was very low and cautious, "The child found clues on this battlefield. He didn't expect it to be the big demon Jing Wuming, the descendant of the Blood Demon."

"I didn't expect that after this big devil committed a crime in Nanhai County, he fled all the way to the Dawu border. Now he is full of blood and his strength has returned to his peak, which is difficult to deal with."

The Eighth Prince nodded: "Get up and talk."

Wu Yuanbai stood up and looked at his father with his head raised. The Eighth Prince's face was written with a few touches of fatigue, and Wu Yuanbai couldn't help but be stunned.

The other eight masters also looked at the prince and looked at each other. No one knew what was going on. Why did the prince look tired and wear military armor?

"Don't worry, Chen Liao's national teacher called in front of the formation, trying to turn the world with his own magic power, but he has been killed by this king."

The Eighth Prince said lightly.

But every word that everyone present heard was like a big bell and hit her heart hard.

National Master Chen Liao! He has a powerful existence at the fifth level of the Thunder Tribulation Realm! Chen Liao’s civil strife, and the national master supported the Gongziye who was released from the country, and later cleared all obstacles, abolished the eldest son and established the young son, and supported Gongziye to ascend to the throne of the emperor.

It was also under the control of the national teacher and Gongziye that the national strength of the entire Chen Liao Kingdom soared rapidly in just twenty years.

From a small country in the corner, through war, it continuously improves its national strength and annexes the surrounding small countries, which makes Chen Liao a powerful neighbor that threatens Dawu in one fell swoop! Chen Liao's intention to fight in the country is rising, and his national strength is unprecedented. The friction with Dawu is naturally natural.

But the Dawu Kingdom is not a soft persimmon. If you want to fight, you will fight. Chen’s soldiers are 800,000, and they will fight to the death to resist foreign enemies. They will drag Chen Liao’s army to the northern border.

Under the iron-fisted methods of the Eighth Prince, even the powerful Chen Liao army seemed to be trapped in a quagmire and struggled.

Such a legendary national master has powerful means and profound cultivation, but in the mouth of the Eighth Prince, he was like an ignorant child in the neighborhood, and he would kill him as soon as he said he would kill him.

"In this way, once the national savage dies, Chen Liao Kingdom will be in chaos!"

Wu Yuanbai opened his mouth and it took him a long time to say this.

Everyone finally understood why the Eighth Prince showed a tired look on his face and why he was wearing armor.

It turned out that the Eighth Prince and the National Master Chen Liao had fought desperately and fought.

Although the national master fell, his strength at the fifth level of the thunder tribulation should not be underestimated.

Even the Eighth Prince dared not say he could take it easily.

"Yes, I have sent someone to quickly return the court. In the next step, I will report to the emperor and send spies to the Chen Liao court to make it fuss."

The Eighth Prince nodded and looked into the distance, but it was not where the eight masters had fought with Jing Wuming before, but where the two mysterious figures were.

"Did anyone come here just now?"

The Eighth Prince pointed, and the Eight Masters and Wu Yuanbai looked at each other, and their hearts became suspicious.

"How did the father know?

There were indeed two people here just now, but the child's attention was attracted by Jing Wuming, and he did not pay special attention to these two people..." Wu Yuanbai looked at the eight masters, and the eight masters shook their heads one after another.

Wu Yuanbai was on the court and I don’t know when the two men disappeared, let alone the fierce battle with Jing Wuming in the air?

The Eighth Prince frowned, and with a volume of magic power, everyone appeared at the location where the two of Jing Wuming Spirit Turtle Kings were previously.

Wu Yuanbai was a little puzzled. Why did his father not focus on the big demon Jing Wuming, but on these two mysterious people?

"Father, that Jing Wuming..." Wu Yuanbai was about to speak, but a name that the Eighth Prince sniffed out of his mouth made him stunned for a moment.

"This is the breath of the Spirit Turtle King."

Hiss... Everyone present was gasping for a cold breath, and even the two confidants around the Eighth Prince were no exception.

Everyone's pupils shrank because everyone knew that the Spirit Turtle King, the head of the eight demon immortals, had disappeared.

It is rumored that he has become Jing Wuming's lackey. Although it has not been confirmed, this news has been recognized by most people.

"It's not surprising that Jing Wuming appears here and the Spirit Turtle King also appears here, it's just a confirmation of the rumor."

Wu Yuanbai calmed down and nodded and said.

The Eighth Prince shook his head and said, "The Jing Wuming you saw is fake, that is the result that the real Jing Wuming deliberately wanted you to see."

"I have seen from the eight masters around you that the eight of them fought against the clone. Although the aura on their bodies was exactly the same as Jing Wuming, this is the problem."

"Jing Wuming is meticulous and will never take action if he does not have the confidence to kill with one blow.

I have never left any breath after many incidents in the past."

"But this time, he fought fiercely with the eight masters, but he left traces everywhere, so that you can believe that it is the real blood demon descendant Jing Wuming."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They thought it was incredible, but after thinking about it carefully, they realized that what the prince said was very reasonable.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Although Jing Wuming is violent and bloodthirsty as the original deity, he leaves traces everywhere, but it also makes people have to doubt the profound meaning of his actions.

"Fake Jing Wuming?"

Wu Yuanbai opened his mouth, and the Eighth Prince continued, "I'm afraid I want you to release the news and confuse the monks in the world."
Chapter completed!