Invincible Dragon Cultivation System

"Tongtian Pagoda, used to be the pagoda where our Mohan disciples practiced the formation technique. It has been more than a billion years, and it still hasn't been damaged in the slightest."

"After all, there were several powerful ancestors of our Mohan race. Our foundation cannot even be destroyed by the strong of the Skeleton Clan."

"The position on the side should be the meritorious planet of our Mohan room. I didn't expect it to be occupied by a group of weak people now, huh!"

Ten people stood on the Tongtian Tower, talking with emotion in their hearts.

"Go down!"

The patriarch of the survivors of the Mohan room moved, and instantly appeared above the next planet, looking at the planet below.

The nine elders immediately followed.

"Our Mohan room is back, wait, leave our planet immediately."

An elder looked down, took a deep breath, and said blankly.

The sound spread throughout the entire planet below.

"Huh? What?"

"What's the situation? The Mohan room is back? Damn, what are you doing? The Mohan room has been annihilated for more than a billion years!"

"Is this crazy? You still pretend to be a member of the Mohan room race?"

The abrupt voice filled the faces of everyone on the planet below with astonishment.

They raised their heads and looked up.

Someone looked at them like an idiot.

People in the Mohan room?

You don't look at how long the Mohan room race has been exterminated.

"Give you five seconds and leave our field immediately!"

Some words came into their ears, and the eyes of the ten were filled with awe-inspiring colors.

The old man narrowed his eyes and continued.

"Who are you? This is the place where we dry the sea cultivar. If you dare to talk nonsense here, be careful of your tongue."

An old man flew out from the planet below, staring sharply at the ten people who were suspended in the void without the slightest breath of strong men.

"Haha, dry sea scorpion race? Interesting, if you don't leave, then you all die."

Murderous aura appeared in the eyes of the survivor of the Mohan room. With a wave of his arm, a black cloth strip appeared in the void, underneath him, instantly covering the entire planet below.

The strip of cloth grew at a terrifying speed, covering the entire planet in just a few seconds.

"what is this?"

"No, that old man is a terrifying strong man!"

On the planet below, everyone's complexion changed wildly, and they shouted in horror.

"No, no, no, no!"

Feeling the black cloth strip full of death, everyone let out a desperate roar.

"Wow!"

However, the black cloth strips resemble the death god who harvests life, directly covering the planet, with a trace of blood slowly appearing on it.

"Tsk tsk, blood, Black God Commoner hasn't absorbed blood for more than a billion years. This group of ants who dare to occupy the domain of our Mohan room are simply looking for death!"

The elder survivor of the Mohan room said sternly.

"Hi, what!"

"This... they actually wiped out the entire planet."

"They... what are they going to do? Are they enemies of the Dry Sea Chrysanthemum race?"

Around, some powerful people saw the situation here, their expressions changed wildly, and their eyes showed a look of horror.

"Warning to all of you, I am the patriarch of the Mohan room race. Starting today, our Mohan room will re-establish in this universe. Anyone, get out of the realm of our Mohan room race!"

"Otherwise, die!"

The survivors of the Mohan room scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, and the cold voice resounded through the entire void.

Even if it is separated by dozens of planets, they can hear clearly.

"This is... what level of existence is this? It can transmit sound so far?"

Everyone heard this voice, and their faces were filled with horror.

In a planet not far away, a strong man of the Red Mist race saw the situation on that planet, his pupils shrank slightly, and his shocked figure moved, and his figure immediately disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared on a planet in the Mohan room ethnic ruins.

The planet today already belongs to their Red Mist race.

However, the life of the Red Mist race is not easy now.

When they established the Red Mist Race, it became a joke.

Nowadays, they have been fighting with the Dragon Palace for more than a year, and they have been at a disadvantage, and even many strong men of the Red Mist race have been assassinated by the Dragon Palace.

They are now being forced to hide in the planet and dare not come out.

Even so, some of their Red Mist tribes disappeared strangely.

This makes the current situation of the Red Mist tribe very miserable, and their patriarch is often extremely angry.

Now there is a terrifying powerhouse appearing, and he wants to report the situation immediately to someone who claims to be a Mohan race.

After all, the planet they are now on is the realm of the Mohan Chamber.

"If you don't get out immediately, then you will stay here forever!"

In the void, the nine elders of the survivors of the Mohan room scanned the surroundings sharply, seeing some people on the planet unmoved, and they immediately flew over when they moved.

"Buzzing!"

In the next moment, the entire world has undergone tremendous changes, and disaster for everyone is coming.

"No, their strength is terrifying, flee!"

"Those nine are all powerhouses at the peak of the god emperor, we are not opponents!"

Some strong men sensed their strength and fled immediately with horror on their faces.

In an instant, the radius of tens of billions of kilometers was completely chaotic.

"Swish swish!"

"Who dares to kill our people who dry the sea chrysanthemum, looking for death!"

Before long, tens of thousands of people suddenly teleported over on a planet's teleportation formation.

An old man headed by them exudes a terrifying evil spirit.

Their eyes scanned the surroundings, filled with awe-inspiring colors.

At the moment when they sensed that all the disciples' life cards were damaged, many of them were elite disciples of dried sea chrysanthemums.

A strong man at the peak of the god emperor immediately led his disciples to teleport over.

They carried a terrifying murderous spirit.

"court death?"

At the upper position, the patriarch of the Mohan room survivor race looked at him, and his eyes showed a cold murderous aura.

"It's you who are looking for death!"

He said faintly, his body shook, and a series of dark text appeared behind him.

The words were condensed into skeletons and directly attacked more than 10,000 people at the dried sea chrysanthemum below.

"Um?"

"Did you kill us, the disciple of Sea Chrysanthemum?"

Elder Qian Haixian felt the fluctuation in the upper right, immediately raised his head to look, and shouted sharply.

However, when he saw the terrifying dark skeleton attack, his face changed wildly when he sensed the terrifying murderous aura.

"No, it's Venerable Universe!"

He roared in horror, wanting to run away immediately.

"Roar!"

Just when his figure began to be illusory and ready to escape, a skull the size of a human head flew out of the huge black skull in an instant.

These skeletons opened their mouths, and instantly landed on a famous dried sea worm.

Even the elders of the elders of the dry seaweed had no time to react.

The scary skeletons began to swallow them bit by bit, blood splattering everywhere.

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