Chapter 765

"Descendants of werewolves? Half blood werewolf? "

The crowd was dizzy and confused. What Qin Lang said was beyond the boundary of their knowledge, just like listening to the stories of myths and legends.

"Oh

When everyone was wondering, a shrill wolf howl came from the opposite side.

Then a head of mixed blood werewolf, also with the head up howling. Hundreds of werewolves howled together, and the sound was enough to shake the whole valley.

Everyone's face went crazy.

Just think of this group of mixed blood werewolves, no matter how thin their blood, they still have the same strength as fighting masters. And the number is so large, there are more than 100, which makes people almost despair.

"It's impossible that everyone is so strong." Someone said in an astringent voice.

"Even if there is a difference in strength, it is also in the subtle. I had to fight them before, and I had to do a few moves before I could kill one. " The Star Wars face is as heavy as water.

When he said this, the despair on all his faces grew stronger.

I don't know when, some people turn to look at Qin Lang, then more and more people look at Qin Lang, and finally even the fool and star wars can't help looking at Qin Lang.

To this situation, we can only put all expectations on qinnanzong. Qin Lang showed the strength before, so that all people are convinced. It's just that whether Qin Lang can beat hundreds of monsters in the end is not sure even in the heart of Star Wars.

Faced with this group of wolves, Qin Lang looked indifferent and said:

? Quit the valley or die

As he said, a great idea burst out from Qin Lang and swept the whole valley in an instant. The mind clearly conveys the meaning of Qin Lang to every werewolf's ear.

These are howling of the mixed blood wolf people immediately stopped, have eyes to look at Qin Lang suspiciously.

"PATA."

There is a tall, rebellious werewolf, arrogant step forward. Then red eyes, provocatively look at Qin Lang.

People find absurdly that these Garou, who look like monsters, have extremely high intelligence. Even a three-year-old can see the contempt and provocation in its red pupils.

Qin Lang returned to it with one hand!

A big purple palm with a circumference of about Zhang Xu was photographed from the void like a celestial being turning over a magic weapon and the gods carrying Mount Tai. The huge palm of the hand is like the left hand of the spirit God, and has been printed down.

The rebellious werewolf, barking wildly, raised his claws to the purple palm with disdain.

Including the many wolves behind it, they are also disdainful. Many people even slapped their mouths with their paws, yawning like others. But unexpectedly, Qin Lang's palm, no matter how the werewolf stopped, directly put it together with people, printed on the ground.

At last, the werewolf roared wildly, his muscles agitated, and his claws resisted. But in front of the captured hands together, he felt like a mantis pawning a chariot. cannot withstand a single blow.

Purple light palm scattered.

In front of them was a deep pit about ten feet in size, in which only a mass of rotten meat was left.

The werewolf, who is comparable to the master of the body, was killed by Qin Lang's slap?

All the wolves stood there in shock and couldn't believe it. The red light in their eyes fluctuates violently, representing their inner injustice.

"Oh

Some werewolves suddenly let out a shrill roar, and other werewolves followed. After their death, countless ferocious and hateful eyes looked at Qin Lang, hoping to tear Qin Lang to pieces.

All of a sudden a burst of tension, war is imminent.

At this time, suddenly an old voice came from the yellow sand:

"stop it!"

"Stop it!"

The old voice comes from the old sand. What is more shocking is that all the wolves stopped respectfully as if listening to the edict.

In the eyes of all the people in doubt.

The wolves scattered, and a straight passage was separated from it. An old man with a wooden stick, a rickety figure and white hair, came slowly. The old man's face is almost full of spots, incomparable aging, wrinkles layer by layer, like the old tree bark. Without a step, they all gasped slightly.

But around the many fierce and ferocious werewolves, are extremely respectful low head.

"Among the werewolves, there is an old man, and if he says a word, he will let all the werewolves follow their orders?" People feel that they are ridiculous.

Before walking to the wolves, the old man gently touched Qin Lang's chest and saluted him a little:

"respect the strong man of mankind, please forgive me for my rudeness. They don't know that they are facing a myth of the day

"Are these half blood werewolves your descendants or descendants?"

Qin Lang is very interested. Although the old man seems to be aging, as if he can breathe at any time. But Qin Lang felt a huge volcanic force from his body. Qin Lang has never felt the strength of any one before."Yes, many of them are my nephews, grandchildren, great grandchildren and even great grandchildren. I am the head of this tribe. You can call me the dark wolf king. "

The old man gasped heavily.

"Great grandson? How old are you? " Someone couldn't help but shout.

"Well, I have forgotten my age. I only remember that when I was an adult, the first World War had not yet broken out. I once left the desert and traveled around the world... " The old man said slowly.

The people were shocked.

The first World War broke out in 1914. When the old man was an adult, the first World War had not started. How old was his real age? Living 120 years old?

People hold their breath. It's just too It's incredible!

There is no doubt that the dark wolf king's wisdom is very profound, his vision is extremely sharp, and he has seen countless inheritances. If anyone can know the origin of Qin Lang, it should be him. In fact, people are also surprised at the origin of Qin Lang, after all, Qin Lang is too young. At such a young age, he has earth shaking strength, and all kinds of martial arts, supernatural powers and magic arts are unheard of and never seen before. They are just like jumping out of a crack in a stone.

"I've never smelled it on anyone else. So vast, vast and vast, just like the blue sky. It's a legacy I haven't seen before. It seems that only in the ancient legend, such a group of people once existed in the East, but that is a matter of ancient times. It belongs to myths and legends. How can you be their descendants? "

Thinking of this, the dark wolf king shook his head, put that kind of absurdity behind him, stopped fighting, looked at Qin Lang and said:

"Dear Sir, what you are stepping on is the territory of my dark wolf clan. Out of respect for your strength, I can allow you to leave. Just what happened today, please don't tell me. "

As soon as the old man said this, Qin Lang had not opened his mouth, but some people could not help asking: "if he can leave, what about us?"

"You?" On the dark wolf king's wrinkled face like an old tree bark, there is a trace of sarcastic smile:

"if you dare to step into the holy land of wolf God, then stay and make blood food for my descendants. If you can eat you immortal beings with energy in your flesh and blood, you will surely evolve faster. "

As the old man said, many werewolves opened their mouths. On the white and sharp teeth, there are still traces of meat and blood.

Liu Yongqiang could not help but feel cold.

Seeing that the dark wolf king wanted to kill them all, Shangxian in Guangling and others were in despair. They all looked at Qin Lang, hoping that Qin Lang would not leave alone and abandon them.

"Sure enough, they are the descendants of the Diablo wolf family. They are capricious, always upset, and can't be trusted at all." Qin Lang shook his head with a smile and looked directly at the dark wolf king and said:

"if you want me to leave, let me take all the spring water and the three colored flower."