As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

The heart-wrenching cries continued for a long time.

It seemed that at this moment, all the cultivators outside Zhuluyuan became Gan Lai's followers.

This made many practitioners of the older generation look at them with awe, and some elders who were fanatical fans were so angry that they secretly sent people to kidnap their younger generations back home.

Anyone can participate in the Youth Alliance dispute?

Don’t think that the Great Wilderness Alliance and the brothel are quiet now. If they are really provoked, they only need to make a slight move, and these mentally ill young people in Zhuluyuan will not be left with anything.

Gan Lai slowly raised his arms, and the shadow of a statue condensed behind him.

The statue has a compassionate face and radiates a holy white light, which envelopes those fanatical practitioners like a purification.

There was a brief silence.

After a moment, Gan Lai's bewitching voice drifted across Zhuolu Plain along with the holy white light.

“Everyone, just now, my best friend in the brothel passed a message to me at the cost of his life.

This news concerns the fate of all of us.

It even concerns the future of the entire wilderness and the inheritance of the human race.

Once I tell it, I will probably be chopped to pieces, die, and fall into the underworld forever. And you who hear this secret will probably also be wiped out by that existence.

Gentlemen, are you afraid of death..."

"Don't be afraid, we are with you!"

Countless practitioners with distorted faces screamed in agreement, and the scene became boiling again.

Gan Lai sighed softly and raised his hand.

His eyes were looking into the distance, as if he was waiting for something.

A moment later.

His face became solemn, and he said with emotion: "Everyone, the guests of the brothel, the white-robed Saint King named Tu Jia, his real name is Tu Ang, he is the remnant of the gods and demons from 400,000 years ago, he once slaughtered the human race and invaded the Great Wilderness.

The Emperor's Tomb that devoured countless cultivators in the Great Wilderness is his physical body.

Chen Zhiming knelt down before the remnants of gods and demons, acknowledged the thief as his father, and used the flesh and blood of nearly 10,000 human cultivators as sacrifices, and set up the Zhoutian Xingdou Sacrifice to wake him up.

He attempted to steal the authority of the Great Wilderness Alliance, attempted to kill our Great Wilderness monks in the hunting battlefield, attempted to subvert the Great Wilderness and cut off the future of our Great Wilderness.

Chen Zhiming is the real traitor.

Chen Zhiming is a traitor, a great thief, a thief who deceives the heavens!"

Once these words were spoken, not only the group of fanatical monks were shocked.

Even many monks who had not fallen into madness had their faces changed instantly.

Who would dare to believe that Chen Zhiming, the brother of the guardian of human rules, the successor of Zhu Qinghou, and the contemporary master of Jiange, is actually the biggest traitor in the world of Wilderness?

Before they could react.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar was heard between heaven and earth, and a golden spear fell from the sky.

The spear exuded a terrifying murderous intent, and it was going to kill all the monks covered by the holy light.

At the moment of life and death, a cold voice sounded from Wolong Mountain: "How dare you, I am here, you want to kill me to silence me?"

"boom!"

A black long sword came from behind and intercepted the spear. It turned out to be Lin Qinghe and his two human soldiers who came and saved thousands of monks on Zhulu Plain from life and death...

......

Brothel territory.

Tu Ang, who was lying on a rocking chair watching the show, stared blankly at the intercepted golden spear in the sky. He felt two murderous intentions locking onto him, and curled his lips at Chen Zhian: "You guessed right, they really let me take the blame. Damn it, I lose again."

After he finished speaking, Tu Ang rose from the ground and instantly appeared in the sky, overlooking Zhulu Plain. He angrily cursed, "Lin Qinghe, I, Tu Jia, am a great saint of the human race. How can you, a bastard slave, frame me?"

Lin Qinghe said nothing, sitting quietly in the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, looking at Tu Ang coldly.

As for Tu Ang, Lin Qinghe had already included him in the kill list.

Even better than the brothel owner Chen Zhiming.

Because this direct descendant of the innate god and demon with noble bloodline betrayed the gods.

This is a traitor!

Traitor of the Protoss!

Traitors must die!

It's just not the best time yet.