Bring a hunting space with you

After the atmosphere was silent for a while, the corner of Man Dazhuang's mouth twitched, and he said, "Nangong, what are you talking about?"

Mather and Qiu Li also looked at Mr. Nangong blankly.

It seemed like they hadn't heard clearly before.

Killed all the galaxy-level powerhouses of the Blade Demon Race?

How can this be? !

Seeing the bewildered expressions of the three of them, Mr. Nangong and the four of them felt very flattered.

Let you underestimate our human race and think that we can't even deal with the bug swarm.

We've even dealt with two of the Zerg lairs, okay?

Really think we're kidding?

Grandpa Nangong smiled and said, "Are you three old guys distracted? I said, we have killed all the galaxy-level powerhouses of the Blade Demon Clan. Now that the Blade Demon Clan's defense is empty, we can go collect the Blade Demon Clan. resources of the clan."

The three of them are quite big and strong: "..."

Hearing Mr. Nangong's retelling again, the three of them opened their eyes wide, and looked at Mr. Nangong and the three of them in disbelief.

At this moment, they felt that their scalp was a little numb and their heartbeat was a little violent.

After all, it is an alliance of the human race. The barbarian, winged and tuantuan tribes have also dealt with the sharp blade demons. They also know that the strength of the sharp blade demons is stronger than that of the human race.

Now, all the galaxy-level powerhouses of the Blade Demon Clan have been beheaded.

It was like a dream!

Now, the resources of the entire galaxy-level civilization of the Blade Demon Race are placed there, and no one guards it. It is just a piece of delicious cake, and now it is exuding a wonderful and attractive aroma!

The atmosphere fell silent again, and Mercer's elegant aura disappeared again. His original clear voice trembled, and he said, "Brother Nangong, are you serious? Are you kidding me?"

Man Dazhuang and Qiu Li also stared at Mr. Nangong, they were afraid that he was joking.

Grandpa Nangong saw the expectant eyes of the three, and immediately became serious: "Of course it is serious, and you also know that after the top powerhouses of a race are all wiped out, how many resources in this race are staring at them? Our human race is now close, and the news has not yet spread, so we have an advantage, but if we are only one race, our strength is a bit weak, since it is beneficial, it is naturally distributed to the alliance."

As he spoke, he smiled: "How is it? Are you coming or not?"

Hearing Mr. Nangong's words, the eyes of the three people flickered: "Come on!"

The three answered without hesitation at all.

Just kidding, how can such a good thing not come?

Hearing the three people's answers, Mr. Nangong smiled and said, "In this case, let's talk about the division."

Hearing Mr. Nangong's words, the three of them looked at each other, and then Man Dazhuang grinned: "This time the matter is a bit serious, I have to report to the patriarch."

Mercer also regained his graceful appearance, and he smiled and said, "I have to inform our king as well."

Qiu Li also smiled and said, "I'm going to inform our Great Elder as well."

Mr. Nangong was not surprised, just nodded with a smile: "Okay."

This kind of cooperation has already happened many times in their four-clan alliance, just like the relics of the Tuantuan clan last time.

It is precisely because of the good sharing rules when cooperating that the four-race alliance has had a very good relationship until now. After all, each race is to make its own race develop better, and what should be distributed still needs to be distributed.

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The barbarian ancestor star, the barbarian god star.

In the same room as Shenwuxing's base in Manshen Temple, Man Dazhuang left the silver platform.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his blushing face with excitement, and grinned: "Fuck, the human race really made a lot of money this time!"

With that said, his body disappeared in place and rushed out of the room.

In the main hall of the Manshen Temple, the gate of the main hall is tens of meters high. In the main hall, there are five statues of barbarians wearing battle armor and roaring with their heads raised. Although these statues are still and do not look like living things, they faintly emit There was a terrifying fluctuation.

In front of the statue, a huge figure sat cross-legged and was practicing with eyes closed.

At the entrance of the main hall, a rather big and strong body emerged, his face became pious, and he walked in slowly.

Looking at the huge figure sitting cross-legged, Qu Da Zhuang bent down to salute respectfully, his carefree voice became softer, as if he didn't want to disturb the quiet environment here.

"Patriarch, I have something urgent to report."

The barbarian patriarch slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be stars in the dark blue pupils.

His resolute face has been engraved with wrinkles by time, and his breath is vicissitudes but peaceful and vigorous.

He spoke slowly, with a gentle voice: "Da Zhuang, what's the matter, so urgent?"

Qu Da Zhuang grinned, and his voice was a little excited: "The human race killed all the galaxy-level powerhouses of the Blade Demon Race..."

"what?!"

Before Man Dazhuang finished speaking, the barbarian patriarch called out directly.

He quickly jumped up from the futon, turned his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Qu Da Zhuang with disbelief.

The vicissitudes and peaceful atmosphere had long since disappeared, and the barbarian patriarch at this moment looked like a grumpy old man.

Looking at the irritable barbarian patriarch, Man Dazhuang couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth.

They naturally knew the patriarch very well.

Because the patriarchs of each term are part-time high priests, responsible for the sacrifice of the ancestors of the barbarians, so the breath is usually quite peaceful.

However, every time a major event occurs, this old man is more irritable than anyone else.

Although the barbarians are more reckless and tough, there are not many people as violent as him.

This old man is becoming more and more irritable.

The barbarian patriarch said impatiently: "What's going on?? Tell me in detail!"

Man Dazhuang looked at the irritable barbarian patriarch, shrank his neck, glanced at the ancestor statue behind him, couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth and whispered: "Patriarch...it is forbidden to make loud noises in the barbarian temple..."

When the barbarian patriarch heard the words, he immediately stared: "Fart! I, a high priest, didn't say anything. How can you talk so much nonsense? Our ancestors are generous, so how can we blame the younger generation for such a trivial matter? Has it been too long? Didn't beat you, your skin itches again?!"

Hearing what the head of his family said, Man Dazhuang suddenly felt his whole body tense up.

Not to mention that although the patriarch's cultivation is still at the peak of the galaxy level, his combat power has barely reached the level of the nebula level after tens of thousands of years of accumulation, and he can't beat it at all.