"The descendants of werewolf? Mixed-blood werewolf?"

Everyone was already dizzy and couldn't figure it out. They felt that what Qin Lang said was completely beyond their knowledge boundaries, just like listening to stories from myths and legends.

"Ao!"

Just as everyone was wondering, a shrill wolf howl came from the opposite side.

Then a group of mixed-blood werewolfs raised their heads and howled. Hundreds of werewolfs howled together, and the sound was enough to shake the entire valley.

Everyone's face changed wildly.

I remembered the group of mixed-blood werewolfs in front of me. No matter how thin their bloodlines are, they still have power that is no less than that of fighting masters. And there are many, more than one hundred, which makes people almost desperate.

"It's impossible that everyone is so strong." Someone said in a stern voice.

"Even if there are differences in strength, it's just a little bit. I had to fight them before, and I had to kill one after a few moves." Xing Zhan said with a dim face.

After he said this, everyone's faces became even more desperate.

I don’t know when it started, but someone turned to look at Qin Lang, and then more and more people looked at Qin Lang. In the end, even Fools and Star Wars couldn’t help but look at Qin Lang.

In this situation, everyone can only put their expectations on Qin Nansect. The power that Qin Lang showed before made everyone convinced. However, whether Qin Lang could beat hundreds of monsters was not sure even Xing Zhan was sure.

Facing this group of wolf clans, Qin Lang looked calm and said casually:

? "Exit the valley, otherwise, die!"

As he said, a grand divine thought burst out from Qin Lang and instantly swept across the valley. The divine thought clearly conveyed Qin Lang's meaning to the ears of every werewolf.

These mixed-blooded werewolfs who were howling stopped and looked at Qin Lang in surprise.

"Pu"

There was a tall werewolf with a rebellious look, and he took a arrogant step forward. Then he looked at Qin Lang provocatively with red eyes.

Everyone absurdly discovered that these werewolfs who looked like monsters actually had extremely high wisdom. The contempt and provocation in their red eyes could even be seen by three-year-old children.

Qin Lang returned it with a palm slap!

A large purple palm about a meter scattered from the void with one palm, as if the Heavenly Lord had turned the magic weapon and the gods carried the Taishan. The huge palm was printed like the left hand of the giant god.

The unruly werewolf screamed wildly, raising his claws and grabbing the purple palm with disdain.

Many wolves behind it also showed disdain. Many people even patted their mouths with their claws and yawned like humans. However, they did not expect that Qin Lang slapped the werewolf and printed it on the ground with no matter how the werewolf stopped it.

The werewolf finally roared wildly, with muscles swelling, and his claws resisted desperately, but in front of the innate big grabbing hands, it was like a mantis arm was a chariot. It was vulnerable.

The purple light palm dissipated.

What appeared in front of everyone was a deep pit about a foot, with only a ball of rotten meat left in the pit.

The werewolf, which is comparable to the master of the flesh, was actually slapped to death by Qin Lang with a palm?

All the wolf tribes stood there in shock and looked at all this in disbelief. The violent fluctuations of red light in their eyes represent the injustice in their hearts.

"Ao!"

Some werewolf suddenly let out a shrill roar, and other werewolfs followed after their death, and countless cruel and hatred eyes looked at Qin Lang tightly, hoping to tear Qin Lang to pieces.

Everyone suddenly felt nervous and the battle was about to break out.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the yellow sand:

"stop!"

"stop!"

This old voice came from the yellow sand, with an extremely ancient and vast charm. What was even more shocking was that when this sound came, all the wolves stopped respectfully, just like listening to the imperial edict.

Amid everyone's striking and suspicious eyes.

The wolves spread out and a straight passage was divided from them. An old man holding a wooden guard, hunched in shape and white hair slowly walked over. The old man's face was almost covered with spots, extremely aging, and wrinkles were stacked layer by layer, like old tree bark. He was breathing slightly without walking.

But the many powerful and fierce werewolfs around all lowered their heads respectfully.

‘Among the werewolf, an old human man appeared, and with one word, he made all werewolf follow the instructions?’ Everyone felt that it was extremely absurd in their hearts.

The old man walked to the pack of wolves, gently stroked Qin Lang's chest and saluted slightly:

"Dear human strong men, please forgive the rudeness of these younger generations. They do not know that they are facing a myth of the world!"

"Are these mixed-blood werewolfs your descendants or descendants?"

Qin Lang seemed interested. Although the old man seemed to be aging, he seemed to be able to die at any time. However, Qin Lang felt a huge volcanic force from his body. Qin Lang had never felt the power of this power before.

"Yes, many of them are my nephews, grandsons, great-grandsons and even many grandsons. I am the patriarch of this tribe, and you can call me the Dark Wolf King."

The old man gasped.

"Many grandson? Then how old are you?" someone couldn't help but shout.

"Well, I have forgotten my age. I only remember when I was an adult, the First World War had not yet broken out. I once left this desert and traveled around the world..." The old man said slowly.

Everyone was shocked.

The First World War broke out in 1914. When the old man was an adult, the war did not begin. How long should he be? He lived to be 120 years old?

Everyone held their breath. In this place where spiritual power is scarce, someone can live for so long. This is simply...unbelievable!

The Dark Wolf King's wisdom is undoubtedly very profound, his eyes are extremely sharp, and he has seen countless inheritances. If anyone can know the origin of Qin Lang, it should be him. Everyone is actually surprised by Qin Lang's origin. After all, Qin Lang is too young. He has earth-shaking strength at such a young age, and various martial arts, magical powers, and magical magics are unprecedented, and they are like jumping out of a crack in a stone.

"I have never smelled this kind of breath from anyone else. It is so vast, vast, and vast, like the eternal blue sky. This is a heritage that I have never seen before. It seems that there was only such a group of people in the East in ancient legends, but that was already a thing before the ancient times and belongs to myths and legends. How could you be their successor?"

Thinking of this, the Dark Wolf King shook his head, threw away the absurdity, paused, and looked at Qin Lang seriously and said:

"Dear Your Excellency, what you have stepped into is the territory of my Dark Wolf Clan. Out of respect for your strength, I can allow you to leave, but what happened today, please do not say it."

As soon as the old man said this, before Qin Lang could speak, someone could not help but ask:

"He can leave, what about us?"

"You?" A sarcastic smile appeared on the dark wolf king's face, which was as wrinkled as old tree bark:

"If you dare to step into the holy land of Wolf God, then stay and make blood food for my descendants. If you can eat you immortals with energy contained in flesh and blood, you will definitely evolve faster."

As the old man said, many werewolfs had their mouths cracked. There were still shreds of flesh and blood on the white and sharp wolf teeth.

Liu Yongqiang couldn't help but feel cold.

Seeing that the Dark Wolf King wanted to kill them all, Guangling Shangxian and others felt despair in their hearts. They couldn't help but look at Qin Lang, with hope in their eyes, hoping that Qin Lang would not leave alone and abandon them.

"It turns out that he is a descendant of the Dark Wolf Clan, capricious and always turning against each other, and he is untrustworthy." Qin Lang smiled and shook his head, looking directly at the Dark Wolf King and said:
Chapter completed!