Chapter 251 The Ancient Kingdom of Loulan appears

quiet,

Deadly silence.

After the sound spread, an invisible hurricane seemed to blow by, causing everyone present to change their faces immediately.

What frightened them even more was the death of the old man from the Vajra Gate.

Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in disbelief, with a strong look of shock in their eyes.

A great master died before them without any resistance.

Many forces from the Ming Dynasty were quite calm in their hearts. After all, the Ming Dynasty’s Wu'an Hou’s record in the martial arts world was achieved by fighting each other.

Even if they were dissatisfied, they had to admit that this Marquis of Wu'an was already a legend in the entire world.

The dignified Shaolin was destroyed by the butcher knife of the Jinyiwei.

The battle for the success of the marquis after he was appointed as the marquis was to lead the Jinyiwei to destroy Shaolin.

But for the people in the Western Regions and people from various Mongolian tribes, there were storm waves in their hearts.

A great master was regarded as a master in all Mongolian tribes. Even the great khans from several large tribes were treated with courtesy when they saw him.

It took a long time before someone came to his senses from his shock. Soon there were a series of breathing sounds in the field, one after another.

There were even many people who staggered back and fell to the ground in panic, looking frightened.

The scene just now was too terrifying, giving them a sense of overturning the mountains falling from the sky.

Everyone in the Tantric Buddhism, far away in the west, looked surprised, and a trace of undetectable fear flashed in many people's eyes.

The Vajra Sect does not belong to Tantric Buddhism, but they have also dealt with each other.

No grandmaster is a weak man, and there is no scene of a fierce battle they imagined. Just one finger will destroy a grandmaster.

Even the great master of the Vajra Sect didn't even have the slightest power to fight back.

This makes them feel very unreal.

How strong is this guy?

I heard that this Wu'an Hou was the best at using swords and was known as the sword god in the Ming Dynasty, but he did not take action just now.

Isn't it worth it?

What the old man said before was more like a joke.

I tried my best to provoke conflicts between the Ming Dynasty and the Western Regions, but as far as the current situation is concerned, who dares to take action?

The demons who were already angry had an expression on their faces, and their expressions seemed to be stagnant, with an extremely complicated expression.

As the old man from the Vajra Gate said, in this matter, the devil's way must never stand with the Ming people, let alone the Ming court.

If this news spreads, it will inevitably be hostile to all forces in the Western Regions.

They were originally going to accuse Luo Baiqiu of words, but they couldn't say anything.

For a moment, the scene was extremely quiet.

The wind whistles.

Lin Mang lifted the cloak floating in the wind, looked down at everyone, and said calmly: "My husband's words..."

"Have you heard it clearly?"

The wind is light and the clouds are light!

However, when it fell into the ears of the people in the martial arts world, it seemed like a thunderclap on the ground, shocking their minds.

Everyone's faces looked extremely ugly.

A burst of anger was suppressed in their hearts.

And the people of the Ming River, who are in the eastern part of the Moon River, actually feel an inexplicable sense of pleasure at this moment.

Seeing these Western Region forces furious, they were quite gloating.

Now the entire Ming Dynasty is under the surveillance of the Jinyiwei. Many people in the martial arts world are disgusted by the Jinyiwei, which makes them feel very uncomfortable.

But now that people from the Western Regions have changed, I don’t know why, I am a little happy.

The leaders of the Mongolian tribes in the north of the Moon River were solemn at this moment.

They are the people who are least willing to see the mighty Ming Dynasty.

Now that there is such a strong person, it is definitely not good news for the Mongolian tribes.

A man dressed in Mongolian aristocratic costume looked into the distance and said in a narrow voice: "Is he Lin Mang?"

This person is the fourth son of Altan Khan of Tumot tribe, and he took the history.

This time the ancient Loulan Kingdom appeared, and the Tumote tribes closest to the Western Regions naturally received news.

The news of the immortality medicine in the ancient Loulan Kingdom attracted the attention of the leaders of various Mongolian tribes.

A Mongolian general wearing armor behind him nodded and said, "That's right, this person stopped the coalition forces of our troops to Ningxia."

If it were based on the official history, Altan Khan would have passed away long ago, but Altan Khan is still strong now.

He withdrew his eyes and said coldly: "If this person is not eliminated, my Tumote tribe will have many difficulties in going south in the future."

The union with Ningxia Hebei was achieved by him.

"Father Khan is old and has long lost his ambitions!"

"My Golden Family shouldn't be staying in the grassland. Whether it is the Ming Dynasty or here, it was the territory of my Golden Family."

"One day, I will eventually take them back!"

Say that history is extremely serious.

Although the fertile soil was right in front of me, my father Khan was afraid of the power of the Han people and was unwilling to go south.

The Mongolian generals on the side hesitated for a moment and advised: "Fourth Prince, this time, the ruins of the ancient Loulan Kingdom should be the priority."

He glanced at Shi Ming and said lightly: "Don't worry, I know the importance of the matter."

"But if you have a chance, you must get rid of him!"

Just as everyone was talking, the situation in the field changed again.

The Pixiu moved forward slowly, and her whole body exuded a violent and fierce aura.

The purple arc spread along the sand, waving countless electric lights.

Every time Pixiu goes further, the people in the Western Regions located in the south can't help but take a step back.

Everyone looked gloomy.

Although I felt extremely angry inside, no one dared to take action rashly at this time.

Although there were many people present, there was no grand master except for the Vajra Sect’s old man who was just starting out.

What's more, just now, the great master of the Vajra Sect died in front of them.

The inner shame became more and more angry.

Many people were full of blue veins and stared at Lin Mang in anger. Someone couldn't help but say, "Central Plains people, what do you want to do?"

"Everyone came for the ruins of the ancient Loulan Kingdom. We have no grudges, so why should you be aggressive?"

They really can't stand this depressing atmosphere, anyway, they can't die.

I dared to come and find the ruins of the ancient Loulan Kingdom, but I came here with the determination to die.

The words of several people were unanimously agreed by everyone.

In this public eye, people from the Ming Dynasty forced them to retreat repeatedly. If they were spread, wouldn’t it be ridiculous?

After all, this is the Western Regions, not the Ming Dynasty after all.

Everyone who had already retreated also stopped.

Suddenly,

A chuckle rang in everyone's ears.

Lin Mang looked at everyone with a smile, but his tone was extremely cold: "It seems that you still don't understand what I said."

Everyone's faces changed slightly.

Some people felt puzzled and said in surprise: "What does it mean?"

However, different people reacted, and a terrible knife intent swept across the audience instantly.

The ultimate cold murderous intent is like a ray of light on your back!

Many people were even more shocked and their faces were pale.

Everyone felt a little panic and uneasy, as if they had smelled the breath of death.

Lin Mang said coldly: "Do you still remember what I said?"
To be continued...