The ancient world is rich in demonic energy, and the Abyss of Cangwu is a blessed place. The plants inside are naturally larger than the other when they are nourished by demonic energy.

The abyss has a powerful barrier to protect it, separating the inside and the outside into two worlds. Compared with the outside world, this abyss has a little more quiet and peacefulness.

The forest is dense, with beasts roaring and birds singing. At a very far distance, a huge tree penetrates into the sky like a giant pillar supporting the sky, deep into the clouds.

The Wood tribe members are like ants, coming and going on this tree, and living on those lush branches!

At the foot of the giant tree, not far west, there is a huge building, which is the Wooden Tribe Temple.

At this time, the hall was discussing matters!

Half a year ago, Shindo Palace Biyou Zhenren led his sects to attack the capital of the Wood Clan. The leader of the Wood Clan, Mu You, died in battle. Fortunately, a senior of the Wood Clan arrived from the Abyss of Cangwu and after fighting hard, he drove away the powerful enemy.

However, the Wood Clan also suffered heavy losses. The continuous battles had already overwhelmed the Wood Clan, and the death of the clan leader made it even worse and he had to retreat to the Abyss of Cangwu.

The Wood Clan has 1,180 cities and hundreds of thousands of tribes of all sizes, almost completely destroyed. In the face of the powerful offensive of Taihuang Mountain, it is almost vulnerable. The billions of tribes are really preserved, and there are probably only 10 or 20 million people, and there are really no ten.

Fortunately, the Cangwu Abyss is vast and can also be used as the last paradise of the Wood Clan.

With the guardians of the ancient old men in the clan, the clans are temporarily safe.

They were very glad that there were several powerful ancient old people in the clan. Otherwise, the Wood clan would have lost its Taoist tradition and destroyed its inheritance like other weak clans!

However, the so-called security is just what they think is safety, but the atmosphere in the temple at this time was quite solemn.

There were more than twenty people standing in the hall, most of whom were old-fashioned, while others were young and probably had a considerable age.

Above the main seat, a man who looked in his forties and had a shaved beard, looked at the people in the hall with a very serious expression on his face.

If you look carefully, you will find that the man's right sleeve is empty, obviously losing his right arm.

Jumang, the ancient ancestor of the Wood Clan, had been practicing in the Abyss of Cangwu before. It was not until the great disaster that the Wood Clan suffered a great disaster that alarmed him.

Half a year ago, if he hadn't arrived in time, I'd be afraid that the Wood Clan would have cut off its inheritance under the siege of the Shinto Palace.

However, it was also during that battle that Ju Mang fought against two peak powerhouses in the Heavenly Dao Realm, but lost an arm and had not yet recovered.

"Old ancestor, I just got the letter. The Shinto Palace will send a twelve star envoy to attack Cangwu City. There are still tens of thousands of tribes in Cangwu City that have not retreated into Cangwu Abyss. The three brothers of the Lord Mu Hu of Cangwu City are only at the eighth level of the Heavenly Venerable Realm. I am afraid they will be far from defeated. Should we send experts to rescue him?" An old man stood up tremblingly.

His name is Mu Wen, and he is a contemporary elder of the Wood Clan, and he is only in the realm of the Tsai Heavenly Venerable Realm. In the battle half a year ago, the clan leader Mu You died in battle. Not many of the contemporary elders can survive.

Looking up at the ancestor sitting in the main seat, Mu Wen was filled with awe.

"Old Ancestor!" At this time, a white-haired old woman stood up and bowed to Ju Mang and said, "I just got the news at this time. With the speed of Shinto Palace, I am afraid that Cangwu City is already in danger now. If the masters go to rescue, they will inevitably open the barrier of Cangwu Abyss. If Shinto Palace takes advantage of the opportunity, they will suffer even more losses!"

When Ju Mang heard this, he frowned slightly.

However, the old woman's words were obviously recognized by most people. Mu Hua stood up and said to Jumang, "Husband, the situation outside is not clear now, so we should not act rashly. Xiaoqi and Hongyun have gone out to contact the tribes in all directions. We should hide our strength and accumulate strength first. When the two of them return, it will be not too late to discuss the follow-up!"

When Ju Mang heard this, his fists clenched tightly, and his eyes were a little powerless. "Now that the seventeenth generation Pangu has been destroyed, all races in the world are fighting each other. Taihuang Mountain is coming in full force, no one raises his arms and shouts, the human race is extremely dangerous..."

At this time, a middle-aged man said, "The ancestor is a legitimate descendant of Pangu's lineage. If he climbs a high place, he will definitely respond with one call. If he can reintegrate the human race and the monster forces, he may not be able to fight with Taihuang Mountain!"

Ju Mang shook his head, "It's not that simple. In this world, people's hearts are the most difficult to predict and the most difficult to gather is the hearts. My face has not reached that level. Just a Shinto Palace has already broken our wooden clan. The Shinto Palace is just a branch of Taihuang Mountain. Now everyone is afraid of Taihuang Mountain. In the face of absolute strength, how many people can stand up straight and fight with us?"

Ju Mang's words made everyone in the palace fall silent. Yes, in the face of absolute strength, how many people can develop a sense of resistance?

Mu Hua stopped talking and never thought that the human race would reach this point one day.

The Wood Clan, one of the five major clans, will one day hide in the abyss and survive in the slits, and will not even dare to show its head.

"If Master is still here, why is my human race like this?" Ju Mang sighed long, and a majestic figure couldn't help but appear in his mind.

Mu Hua smiled bitterly, "Husband, don't worry. I remember how difficult our human race was back then. Under the pressure of the demon race, we couldn't even raise our heads. The situation at that time was worse than now, but didn't we survive it? I believe that we won't lose this time..."

Ju Mang smiled forcibly, but his heart became heavier. He had a master there back then, so the human race rose rapidly and gradually became side by side with the demon race. At its peak, he still had a faint momentum to suppress one end and became the protagonist in this world. The human race had encountered several crises and had almost survived it. But this time, Ju Mang always felt a little bad in his heart.

This time, it seemed to be more dangerous than ever. The reason why he felt so was because two thousand and eight hundred years ago, a master took action in the battle of the Tiandu Mountain Pan Palace. Since then, he knew that this disaster was probably out of control.

Ju Mang waved his hand, rejected everyone, and prepared to go to Cangwu City alone to see the situation. Since he remembered, he had never felt so powerless.

In the past, every time the human race survived and died, my master would appear. This time, I don’t know...

As soon as he walked out of the temple gate, Ju Mang was suddenly stunned. He looked up and saw a few black dots flying quickly in the distance. After carefully looking at the face of the leading man, he was stunned!
Chapter completed!