"The unparalleled god of war in the Middle Ages died in this way, right?"

After a long silence, Wu Ming suddenly asked.

"good!"

Ancestor Xuan Sheng glanced at him in surprise, then nodded and said, "In that battle, I was on the bank of Wujiang River and watched him kill himself and annihilate the holy soul battle body. He didn't even want to reincarnate.

go."

"Hey!"

Wu Ming smiled and shook his head with an unknown meaning, and sighed with emotion, "It is better to chase the poor bandits with the remaining courage, and not to be a famous academic overlord!"

"You're still the same as before!"

Ancestor Xuan Sheng was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

Wu Ming has no explanation, and no explanation is needed!

"Are you ready?"

The two were silent for a long time, and then Xuansheng Ancestor suddenly said.

"Always ready!"

Wu Ming said calmly.

"Then go for it!"

Ancestor Xuan Sheng nodded.

Buzz!

Before he finished speaking, the heaven and earth shook violently, and there seemed to be invisible light and shadow covering the sky. Indistinctly, one side was supporting the sky and the earth, as if a basalt giant beast in its own world occupied this side of the world.

Under the full force of this Xuan Sheng Patriarch, no one could figure out what was going on in the state.

"I've met Han Sheng!"

Seeing the figure walking out from the back of the ancestor Xuan Sheng, Wu Ming bowed without any surprise.

"It seems that you have expected it!"

It was rumored that Han Sheng, who had long since died, was quite surprised. He immediately smiled and shook his head. A golden pen appeared in his hand and pointed at Wu Ming in a circle, "The punishment of heaven's law, exile to the end of the world, duh!"

Buzz!

Before he finished speaking, the sound of morning bells and evening drums seemed to resound in the heaven and earth, turning into an endless stream of light. When applied to Wu Ming's body, it actually turned into a pair of translucent shackles containing the power of mysterious runes.

Even someone as strong as Wu Ming was dwarfed by the shackles, but his waist did not bend at all.

Killing a human saint, no matter what the reason, is a grave sin after all!

The holy art of Legalism - the great art of exile!

As long as you are a human being, you cannot escape the entanglement of fate, and everything will be right!

"Send that trash fish to me and tell it to China, I will slay the dragon and become a saint!"

Wu Ming's figure slowly lay back, and the void behind him seemed to be distorted, submerging it in an instant.
Chapter completed!