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"The feeling of stepping on the ground is the most comfortable!"

"..."

All the emperors looked at the black and purple continent ahead, and couldn\'t help but smile.

Su Lang, who was counting on the harvest, also temporarily moved his gaze away from the Xianyuan and Xian-level exercises, and looked at the mainland in front of him.

I saw that a black-purple plain stretched far away, near the Tianxian Moat, which was also covered with red cracks.

But there are no traces of twisted rules on the plain, and there are even some plants growing in some of them, which just looks a little strange.

However, it is indeed a serious plant.

Su Lang unfolded his spiritual power, spreading towards the distance, and gradually observed more creatures.

Moreover, small cities have also appeared in the spiritual power.

Although these cities are small, even the smallest ones are very delicately built, just like the works of obsessive-compulsive patients.

In the city, there are many Ziming people living.

No matter the size or face of these Ziming people, they didn\'t look much different from the Humans.

Its ethnic characteristic is purple sharp nails, with a sharp light, chilling.

In fact, this is also a natural powerful weapon of the Zi Ming tribe, which can become stronger as one grows.

However, Su Lang saw some refining shops, and it was obvious that the Ziming people did not abandon man-made weapons because they had natural weapons.

Of course, the refining tools of the Ziming people are mainly for their nails.

Su Lang saw a member of the Zi Ming clan put his finger into the cauldron of the refining vessel, adding various treasures of heaven and earth to exercise, it was very strange.

At the rank of King Wu, the nails of the Zi Ming warrior are directly separated and become companion weapons.

Ten nails linger around him like small darts, and they are like sacred artifacts with spirituality, such as arm instructions, which can use various combat methods.

Su Lang found some battle scenes of the Zi Ming tribe.

These Zi Ming clan warriors are very quick and good at hiding. Each one is a powerful assassin.

Spiritual power continued to spread.

A holy city appeared in sight.

There are more than one martial sage in this holy city, and most of the power of the rules they comprehend in their sanctification is not far from the direction of the assassin.

Basically, they are common rules such as the\'rules of wind\' and the\'rules of gold\'.

A little more powerful, he can comprehend the mysterious rules such as the ‘rules of the void’ and the ‘rules of illusion’.

"It seems that this is really a race of all-people assassins."

Su Lang nodded silently, and had a general understanding of the Zi Ming Clan.

at this time.

Su Lang\'s look became a little weird.

Because he discovered that the Ziming people seem to be more unlucky!

Su Lang saw with his own eyes a military commander of the Purple Ming tribe stepping on a piece of fruit peel and slammed his ass!

Also, a martial artist choked himself when drinking water and kept coughing.

What\'s more, when eating in their own living room, a bird flew up and dropped a **** directly into the vegetable soup!

The most important thing is that this kind of unlucky situation is very common, even the Zi Ming martial artist with a higher cultivation base is no exception.

Su Lang saw a certain senior martial **** who broke through in retreat, with a strong aura and solid foundation. Breaking through is almost a sure thing, but she failed!

There is also a holy alchemist who is skilled in his technique. There was no error in the whole process of alchemy, and he was finally scrapped!

"Lying down!"

"What the **** is going on with this Zi Ming clan?"

Su Lang\'s mouth twitched, "Is it an offense to God? Should be punished like this!?"

The Red Lotus Martial Emperor Ni Qianzhou next to him noticed Su Lang\'s strangeness and leaned over with a smile.

"Father Su Lang found out that the Zi Ming tribe members are very unlucky?"

Ni Qianzhou smiled, "Just ask me, I know everything."

"cough."

Su Lang rolled his eyes imperceptibly, "I did find it. I dare to ask why?"

"Because the Zi Ming clan is not actually a race born and bred in Canglan Continent!"

Ni Qianzhou looked straight. "They are the exiled emperor who fled to the Canglan Continent ten million years ago. They were accepted by Emperor Wudi of the Ninth Revolution and settled on the isolated island of Zimingzhou."