Vol 7 Chapter 38: Human shame

The monks are all ugly, with unwillingness in their eyes, but Jun has been defeated without blame. If this is not his opponent, what can they do? If I came to power, I'm afraid I'll lose my life in vain, and I will grow up this magic.
Today, the Cangyuezu ethnic group fights. Not only do women in the clan suffer humiliation, but the top powers are defeated in head-to-head confrontation. It can be said that their faces have been lost and their reputation has been hit hard!
As for the surrounding aliens, although secretly shocked that the ancient demons are powerful, the meaning of gloat is extremely obvious at this moment. There are countless lights gathering human races, and there is no previous awe and jealousy, and a little ridicule. Although it has not been spoken, it is undoubtedly more embarrassing. !! Around Xiao Chen, the monks were as mournful as the test, their faces were gloomy and watery, the outside breath was cold, but the corners of their mouths were bitter. Today's defeat is not only a failure of Jun Wubu alone, but also the lack of light on the entire human race, none of them can escape from the incident. During this trial of the ethnic group, the demonic group must be able to stand out and the human race will become the object of ridicule by other groups.
This matter, how proud the human race has always been!
But even if they do n’t want to, what can they do? The ancient demons shot the demons in the world, who among the races can be enemies?
Although Jun is still stubbornly supporting now, but his defeat is already doomed!
boom!
Just as the thoughts of countless monks tumbled, the solitary shot roared, the magical energy on the demon gun twitched, and even more pale killing gas gathered on it, making this gun more powerful. "Kun no blame, this gun , Ben Mo defeated you completely and laid my supreme power! "
"Break me! Break! Break!"
During the roar, the black demon gun fell, and the power was forcibly stimulated through the essence and blood. The Confucian Taoist Sword has greatly reduced its power. This time, it suffered a shock, but it suddenly trembled, and then burst into pieces. Countless fragments flew back.
The Confucian and Taoist Holy Sword was damaged, and the air and machine were connected. Jun Wugui had become pale and instantly became pale. Within seven tricks, blood bleeds all over, and the sword body fragments radiated from him, and he was dressed in a white shirt. Scratched, blood and water rolled out, soaked it, and dripped continuously along the corner of the clothes.
boom!
The blameless figure of Jun flew out, the Confucian and Tao warfare were broken apart, and a huge pit was smashed on top of the mountain. The spider web crack centered on its figure and spread madly to the surrounding area. The whole mountain collapsed and collapsed.
Not willing!
Full of unwillingness!
The young man practiced, with constant opportunities, heavy killings, careful management, hard work, and was able to walk to the present day step by step, but now he has lost his position, but it has wiped out his thousands of years of hard work.
In this way, how can Jun Wuren be willing! But even if he is unwilling, what can he do? He lost, completely defeated. In the face of the ancient demons, he is not an opponent. If he continues to resist, the only result is death!
Jun Wubui never thought that he would be forced into such a situation, and the breath of death was very close to him. If he continued for a while, I am afraid he would really die. And Jun has no blame, he is definitely not willing to die! Whatever is lost, as long as it is alive, it is possible to get them again, but if it dies, everything will be empty, and everything in the world has nothing to do with him!
"I surrender!"
Jun speaks bitterly without blame. Although the voice is not loud, he quiets the whole Cang Yuequan momentarily. Only the strong wind roars above Jiuxiao, and they move freely! It was in this quietness that countless eyes gathered, watching the pale, blood-stained man lying in the deep pit of the mountain, no matter how he thought about it before, the complexion was all over the face at this moment.
In the past, the pride of the heavens ended in such an instant, and even forced to concede. It was tantamount to asking for mercy, and such a change of identity naturally made people unable to react for a moment.
Jun was defeated without blame. From the moment he confessed to defeat, he was completely defeated, losing all the face of the entire human race.
"Hahahaha! There is no blame for the human tribe, but this is not the case! For the sake of life, open your mouth to beg for mercy, hahahaha, okay, this devil will let you go. You have been defeated in my hands today, even if you live in the future It will never be the opponent of this demon! "
"I have the power of the demons, who can be the enemy! Today the demons are shooting alone here. Whoever refuses to do so can go to the stage and fight against the demons. As long as they win me, not only the beautiful human race, but the demons are extremely dark. , As well as these 36 manuscripts of Zhuzi! "
"Who dares to fight here!"
Solitary shooting and roaring in the sky, the surrounding magic clouds tumbling like waves, and the sound of thunder and surging, the power of the magic is unparalleled in the world!
"Who dares to fight here!"
"Who dares to fight here!"
"Who dares to fight here!"
The sound of billowing billows, frantically chattering in the whole Cang Yue!
Countless strong aliens have a dignified look, and they don't feel awe in their eyes. Even if they have no blame, they have extremely dark veins in their hands. This ancient magic solitary magic power can be replenished and maintained to its peak. . With his talents shown by others, no one dares to challenge, even the strongest people of all races snoring, even if they look ugly, no one dares to take action. If today's battle fails, the losses will be too great for them to bear. Some clan lords ended in misery and misery, and no one was willing to take risks.
Even the demon ancestor, Ivy, also had pupil shrinkage. Although he was unwilling to let this demons take a shot and seize the power of Quili, and became the most dazzling existence of this tribal trial, it was helpless. This monster's strength and Jun's blame are only in the middle of Bo Zhong. Although the monster method is more strange and changeable, his chances of dealing with isolated shots are still very low. And this time, Ivy ’s heart is still fortunate. Fortunately, the ancient demon shot with no blame on the human race and did not choose to take him. Otherwise, the miserable end of today is his demon Ivy.
The thoughts of countless alien powerhouses rolled, and they were all fortunate. The ugly ones did not belong to their own family groups. They looked at the people, not only a little bit more pity. I am afraid that after today, the news of the ethnic trial of the Cangyue Puppet Clan Alliance will be returned to all major ethnic groups through various channels.
The 5o monks were speechless and looked humiliated. No matter what their mentality is, whether they are gentlemen or insidious villains, they are always human, their ethnic groups are humiliated, and they cannot escape. However, in the face of monstrous magic and ancient magic, they can only have a deep sense of forcelessness in their hearts. Even the violent and addictive Qi Yun, now looks bleak, Enron and Emerald are reddish.
Jun Wugui is silent and silent, just like a dead body. He is madly humiliated, letting his fists clenched, his nails pierced into the flesh, and blood drips continuously.
But no one was there this time, and there was a faint smile on the face of the Su Su where the demons were.
Jun was defeated, so waiting for her will be miserable. Su Su slowly raised, although she was afraid of suffering, but she was definitely not willing to be humiliated. It was better to end her own life than to be insulted by the demons.
Although being restrained and blocked by strange weird lines, Su Su still has the means of self-determination. His eyes slightly turned to look at Jun in the deep pit of the mountain body, a flash of disappointment flashed, a trace of admiration in the girl's heart, a tall figure, collapsed and shattered.
With her eyes closed, the chaotic and violent atmosphere burst from her body the next moment, and in this strange and quiet situation, it instantly attracted the attention of countless monks.
Exploding!
Hard-bodied Terran Nun!
It was the moment when such thoughts were born in the hearts of everyone. The ancient demon shot a long laugh, turned suddenly and held it, "As a prisoner of my demons, even if I die, I need the consent of the demon."
"This demon won't let you die, you don't even want to do it if you blow yourself up!"
"The moire is banned, suppressed!"
Drinking and falling, blending into Su Su's body, the strange magic pattern suddenly appeared at this moment. In her delicate white skin, it was like an embroidery tattoo. At the same time, a little magic was flashed at the same time.
Su Suqiao's face suddenly turned pale. Now, she can't even find death? For a while, grief started from the heart, tears came from the beautiful eyes, slipped along the cheeks, weak and helpless, pear flowers with rain, quite pity.
The ancient demon shot his eyes slightly, then waved his hand, and said, "This girl of this human race is beautiful, and has a different charm than my witch girl. Solitary, this girl belongs to the demon, and I will compensate you for some treasures. "
This demon, however, was fancy with Su Su and asked directly.
Although Gu Lao was reluctant, but in the face of Gu She, she naturally did not dare to say half a word, and now respectfully nodded and said yes.
"Hahahaha! This monster has no blame for defeating the human tribe today, and the magic is out of the world, taking the treasure, and getting a beauty, it is really comforting! Tonight, this magic will spoil the daughter of this human race, and see if the taste is wonderful!"
Gu She arrogantly laughed and made a public and overbearing statement. Numerous alien monks kept silent, looked at the man who looked like a demon, and then turned to the place of the human race, without exposing the weirdness.
Human monks' robe sleeves were clenched with fists, showing grief and indignation.