Martial Peak

The entire Mochao space was filled with the power of the soul that escaped after the death of the king.

When the ancestral ancestors and the ten thousand celestial ancestors succeeded, the other ancestors were not idle. When the third king fell, the fourth king immediately fell.

Although the human race did not fall, they were all wounded, and the luster of the gods was not as good as before.

And this battle, from the beginning to now, has only been a short 30-hour effort.

In such a short period of time, none of the twenty-two ninth ranks of the human race are intact, and the four descendants of the Mo tribe have fallen. Such a dangerous and fierce battle is like no other.

Despite the great success of the human race, the situation has turned sharply.

Not to mention their respective injuries, Wen Shenlian's protection does not seem to last long. In fact, the protection of this treasure of heaven and earth can persist until now, which is beyond everyone's expectations. Even if it collapses at the next moment, no one will be surprised.

Coupled with the ancestors of Xiaoxiao who used Soul Stabbing three times in a row, the soul was seriously damaged, and it was not as good as the control of Wen Shenlian.

Ten Thousand Demon Patriarch apparently discovered this too, and no longer asked Xiaoxiao Patriarch to cooperate with him to kill the enemy.

There is a risk of collective destruction at any time on the human side.

Temporary advantages simply cannot resolve their crisis.

All Jiupin realized that if they didn't hurry to break the Mocha space and get out of their traps, the moment when Wen Shenlian's protection shattered would be when they fell.

An old man suddenly took a step forward and said in his mouth: "Just today the right eyelid jumps non-stop. It turns out that it should be here. If so, then it can only be robbed. Dao brothers, protect the law for me!"

Next to him, Jiu Pin turned his head and looked slightly: "Pingyu..."

"Let's talk less." The old man snorted. "I know that the king is the main body of the flesh. The attack of the soul is not the strength of the old man. It is not very useful to stay. "

This Jiupin ancestor, who was called Pingyu, was born of Mingwangtian. Although his spirit strength is also Jiupin here, he is obviously weaker than others, and his attacking methods are also very simple.

Simply put, such a battlefield is not suitable for him to play, and it is really not very useful to stay.

Everyone realized his plan in a flash. Many of the nine grades looked dim, but they were unable to stop anything.

The nine-speaker who had spoken immediately shouted: "Protection!"

As soon as the words fell, all nine ranks urged the soul mysteries and treasures to blast outward.

What surprised the Mo clan lords was that the attack of the human race was not directed at them, but blasted directly towards the void, paving a channel directly in the chaotic battlefield.

The king of the Mo clan finally realized the attempt of the clan and panicked and shouted: "Stop him!"

With an order, more than forty kings bombarded the paved passage with the intention of destroying it.

But it was too late, then the Ming Wang Tian ancestor laughed, stepped out of the lotus core, walked into the channel, and instantly reached somewhere in the sky dome, the power of the gods and souls went wild, and roared: "Open me!"

boom……

When the Ninth Grade Aura is annihilated, the landslide and tsunami-like power of the Soul swept the Quartet and destroyed the four poles.

The loud noise spread in this space of Mochao, and all the powerful people who were vibrated were so excited.

At this instant, the kings of the Mo clan were stunned by the impact, and even the protection outside Wen Shenlian was undulating, and seemed to be broken at any time.

All the Mo kings froze.

The Ninth Grade of that human race... actually exploded into the spirit of the soul!

Although the human race is in a bad situation and trapped in the Mocha space, they have killed four kings and the peculiar lotus guardianship.

This actually exploded?

How much courage this requires.

Human race... really terrible!

At the same time, all the ethnic groups Jiupin stared at the sky, and the next moment, everyone's eyes lit up.

The ancestors of Ming Wang Tian's ancestors blew themselves up in vain, and a crack was broken open in the sky. Although the gap was not large, there was a slight flaw in the entire blocked ink nest space.

Jiu Pin Kai Tian's self-explosive power is unimaginable.

When the four kings fell before, this space turbulence was triggered, which was only a sweep of the aftermath. Now that Ming Wangtian's ancestors were targeted, they immediately tore the cracks in this space.

"Go!" There are nine low-grade drink.

If there is a flaw in the blocked space, then there is a way out. When is it better not to go at this time?

However, before they acted, the kings of the Mo clan's counterattacks went crazy, and the kings were not stupid. How could they not know the intention of the human clan.

If you really let the Ninpin of the human race escape, then their ambush this time would become a joke.

Ambushing here with more than twice the number, but actually killed four kings by others, although the human race side also fell, but after all, it exploded, not died in their hands.

Suddenly, Wen Shenlian's protection was volatile, and the ancestors had to fight to resist.

And this moment of delay, in the crack above the sky, a powerful force suddenly filled out and quickly closed together!

This scene made all Jiu Pin seeing eyes open.

No one thought that this space could actually repair itself, and the speed was so fast, just a moment of effort, and the hope of escape was shattered.

The protection light of Wen Shenlian is dim and almost invisible. I am afraid that it will be completely broken without using five breaths. By that time, without the support of Wen Shenlian, the twenty-one ancestors of the human race will be worried.

Perhaps they could drag some princes to be buried, but the entire army of the human race Jiupin is doomed.

...

Just as the Ming ancestor blew himself up and tore the Mo-chao space into a gap, at the far end of the void, the unknown land that the human race had never stepped on, suddenly there was a strange energy fluctuation that has disrupted countless years. calm.

The fluctuation was extremely weak, coming fast and going fast, and disappeared almost instantly.

But at this moment, disturbed by this fluctuation, a thin, almost breathless figure suddenly opened his eyes.

This is a figure that can almost be called a dead person. Without any anger on his body, even the flesh has withered, leaving only a skinny.

Anyone who comes here will never feel that he is alive.

But when he opened his eyes, those eyes gleamed like the sun, like two beams of light, penetrating into the depths of darkness, breaking all falsehoods.

At the next moment, the living dead suddenly laughed, and did not know how many years he hadn't spoken. At this moment, his voice was dry and hoarse, making it extremely uncomfortable to listen to: "Have you finally waited for the next generation to have a promising future generation?"

He has been sitting here for tens of thousands of years. At the beginning, there were some like-minded people. However, the long years passed and the lack of materials caused those companions to fall one by one.

In the end, he was the only one left, and slowly became a living dead person.

He didn't dare to die easily, and he couldn't leave, otherwise his efforts would be in vain.

It has not been known for many years. This piece of void belongs to silence and can't afford any waves, but the energy fluctuation at that moment just made him understand a lot.

The descendants of the human race have started to counterattack, and have touched the root of the Mo clan, otherwise the calm that has lasted for countless thousands of years cannot be broken.

He has waited for generations of the human race, and it has been too long to wait for this day, so long that even he will be desperate.

And today, when this line of hope appeared in front of him, he smiled so happy.

In a big laugh, he suddenly reached out a big hand in the depths of the darkness, and slowly said: "Mo, ancient supreme, why bother with the junior."

The big hand was still skinny when he went out, but in the blink of an eye, he was full of flesh and blood and became crystal-like.

The calm void was completely broken, and the boundless ink color was boiling, and wrapped towards the jade hand.

Every inch of the jade hand moved, flesh and blood fell off, and when the jade hand penetrated into the dark center, only bones were left.

It was this big skeletal hand that disturbed the void of this side.

There is a strong wave of Shennian wave, which is stronger than Jiupin, and screams angrily: "Cang, you dare to intervene, you are looking for death!"

The living dead who was called as Cang chuckled: "If you are not destroyed, the old man would not dare to say death!"

Between the words, the big hand slammed down.

...

In the ink nest space, the protection of Wen Shenlian is almost transparent.

All Jiu Pin have already lived and died. They know that they have no hope of escaping from this place. In this case, it is natural to kill more kings before they die.

It doesn't matter if they die, the Mo tribe also thinks better, killing one to return to the capital, killing two blood to earn.

The talents of the human race are stronger than the next generation, and if they are less, there will be more Jiu Pin born afterwards.

Xiaozu ancestors regretted that she died here, it doesn't matter, Wen Shenlian is afraid to be thrown here, and I don't know if Yang Xiaozi will blame himself.

Anyway, it's dead, are you afraid of blaming him?

Click...

A broken voice sounded in the depths of everyone's hearts, and the ancestor laughed at Wen Shenlian, and after holding on for 30 breaths, Wen Shenlian's protection was finally broken.

All the kings were overjoyed, but soon, their smiles were stiff on their faces, because at the moment when Wen Shenlian's protection broke, the Nine Pins of the human race took the initiative to kill them, all of them were ferociously urging the soul Power, a posture to be with them.

This made the kings of the Mo clan very at a loss. The other party's posture seemed to be dominated by them.

But before seeing that the ninth-level self-explosive deity, the king also knew that these nine-level human races are not afraid of death!

"Kill!" There was a roar from the king.

Human races are not afraid of death, are they afraid?

Today's death is just to lay the foundation for the future great cause.

At this moment, the strong of both sides put life and death out of reach. It is conceivable that the next battle will surely fall.

At this moment, the entire Mochao space suddenly violently oscillated. The strength of the oscillation was several times more fierce than the self-explosion of Wang Cai’s ancestor.