"Kill!" The tall building made a slaying gesture, so the masters of the ancient Wu clan began to kill, and for a time the dragon clan's army wailed and shed blood.

The superior is holding a meeting to discuss with a group of officials how to deal with the riots in various places more appropriately.

"Superior, urgent call." The secretary walked in hurriedly and said: "Something happened on the front line!"

The superior was shocked, thinking that the ancient Wu clan finally started it?

The secretary said with an ear: "The ancient martial arts generals formed a cultivator army. They are now on the front line. All three generals have been killed. At this time, my dragon athletes are being massacred!"

"What!" If the incident on the front line made the upper person's heart beat faster, then the incident of the formation of a cultivator army slaughtering the dragon army almost caused the upper person's heartbeat to stop suddenly.

"A troop of practitioners?" the superior murmured.

He was very aware of the horror of practitioners. Before the earth changed, a few masters of golden core came from the realm of comprehension and almost destroyed the dragon clan. The strength of the current practitioners has greatly increased, and masters of golden core do not know how much more they have , This force is what shakes the whole world.

Now it's just that practitioners from all over the country are no longer under the control of the state, and the people have become unhappy, and that tall building has formed an army!

It is conceivable how powerful such an army can be. How long can the frontline army survive such a powerful massacre?

Is the dragon really going to be destroyed?

"What to do!" The superior couldn't help asking himself repeatedly in his heart.

Having been in a high position for many years, it was the first time that the superior was panicked like he is now. Even when he was under house arrest by the Hollows, he was not as helpless as he is now.

"Immediately select practitioners in the army to form a troop and go to the front line for rescue!" The superior gave the first order.

"Immediately recruit people of insight from the people to form a second army of practitioners, followed by them!" The superior gave the second order.

The secretary nodded and went to work immediately.

The superior sighed. Even though he gave two orders, he knew very well that his response measures were indeed a bit weak and weak. After all, he was far from being able to quench his thirst.

"It would be great if Chen Mo was here!" the superior murmured.

Suddenly, he slammed the table and said in surprise: "Call Momen immediately and invite Chen Mo to Beijing!"

"No need to call me!" There was suddenly another person in the conference room, it was Chen Mo who came to Yanjing.

"I've already arrived!"

The superior stood up abruptly, ran in front of Chen Mo, grabbed Chen Mo's arm with a look of excitement, and said, "You came too in time!"

Chen Mo patted the superior on the shoulder and saw that the superior who was carrying the shelf on weekdays turned out to be like a child at a loss. The feeling of seeing himself as if he had found a backer really made him laugh.

"What happened?" Chen Mo asked.

The superior told Chen Mo about the biggest problem encountered by the Dragon Race at this time in the most concise language, and said: "Chen Mo, you have advanced to the special team, and you are still the instructor of the special team. Now you will lead the first team of practitioners. Go to the front line for rescue immediately! The action must be fast. If it is late, I am afraid that my dragon athletes will be all over!"

"No need!" Chen Mo said, "I'll go now. I'm going to see what this high building can make."

After Chen Mo finished speaking, the whole person suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The superior was anxious and shouted into the air: "Are you going alone? How can you do it? There is an army of practitioners in that tall building!"

It's just that Chen Mo has already left, and his voice just reverberates in the conference room.

Only then did the conference room finally sounded and the officials finally understood what terrible trouble the dragon family had encountered at this time. If one is not careful, the entire country will fall, and all the dragon people will become slaves to the country.

"Master Chen must be able to stop this incident!" someone said uncertainly.

The meeting room was quiet again for an instant, and none of them were confident that Chen Mo alone could defeat an army of practitioners.

Knowing what was happening on the front line at this time, Chen Mo exhausted all his strength to rush, Yanjing was thousands of miles away from the battlefield with the ancient Wu clan. It only took a minute or so under Chen Mo's limit speed.

This is no more than a thousand miles in an instant.

When Chen Mo came to this battlefield, what he saw was the torture and killing of the Dragon army by the ancient Wu tribe.

What I saw was the spirit of the dragon army that never gave up. The dragon soldiers were determined to die. One by one, the practitioners rushed to the ancient Wu clan like mad dogs, but they were mercilessly beheaded again and again.

In front of a large number of practitioners, even the most elite army of the dragons will only end in disastrous defeat.

Chen Mo's eyes turned red in an instant, and the ancient Wu Clan's repairmen took pleasure in killing the Dragon Clan army, and they used the most brutal means to deal with these passionate men.

His divine consciousness instantly dissipated, and the divine consciousness that had been tempered by the dragon veins and blessed by the dragon soul was extremely powerful, and all the details on this battlefield were clearly presented in his mind.

"That one!" Chen Mo locked down an ancient martial artist who was a master of gold core, and he would take away dozens of fresh lives of the dragon if he shot it at will.

"Dead!" Chen Mo came to the person in a blink of an eye, and pointed out that the great supernatural power was extinguished.

The cultivator was tearing a dragon soldier to pieces, bursting into frantic laughter, suddenly a dark figure appeared in front of him, and then he pointed a finger at him. Before he could react, he felt his eyebrows. After a pain, then his soul and his body shattered in an instant, and he suffered endless pain while dying, and finally turned into a cloud of smoke, dissipating between the world and the earth.

"That one!" Chen Mo locked another cultivator, a female cultivator of the golden core.

Her body exudes bursts of pink spiritual power, and those dragon athletes who rush into her spiritual power range will turn into skeletons, which will be scattered by the wind when they are blown by the wind.

Chen Mo suddenly appeared on top of her head, stepped on it with one foot, and stomped it directly into a pan of meatloaf.

"The other one!" This time Chen Mo was locked on by a Jindan repairer wearing an ancient general's uniform. The dragon army bombarded him with many high-tech artillery, and he couldn't hurt him at all.

He allowed the dragon to attack, and every step he took would blow up the head of a dragon athlete, allowing blood and brain to pour on him, and he made a very enjoyable expression.

Chen Mo came to him in an instant, squeezed his fists with both hands, and shouted: "Break the mountains! Divide rivers and rivers! Keep the universe!"

All three types of Tianxuan Shenquan fell on the Golden Core Cultivator, and every punch he punched would burst his whole body. After the three punches, the Cultivator was directly beaten into a ball of flesh by Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked around, opened his mouth, and a flying sword soared into the sky, exuding endless killing intent.

"Don't even want to run!" Chen Mo said coldly.