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The South China Sea, the ancient barbarian sea.

Most of this sea area is under the rule of the barbarians, and the small half is under the rule of the sea clan.

The barbarians used to be brilliant. Humans, monsters, and seas all have to look at the faces of the barbarians. Humans are the weakest race. Time has changed, and the barbarians have fallen. the human race.

The barbarians are divided into several tribes. The Huoman tribe is a relatively powerful tribe. There are as many as seven Yuan Ying cultivators. The Huoman tribe sent people to participate in the war and gained a lot of benefits.

The main island of the Huoman tribe is Huoli Island, and there are also three auxiliary islands with fourth-order spiritual veins. Yan Feng is the high priest of the Huoman tribe, in the late Nascent Soul.

Yan Feng has been in seclusion all year round and sits on Huoli Island. The other three sub-islands are hosted by three Nascent Soul cultivators.

The demon clan and the sea clan invited the Huoman tribe to participate in the war, and the Huoman tribe sent two Nascent Soul monks and twenty cultivators to join the battle.

The Huoman tribe invested a lot of money, and naturally reaped a lot of benefits. A steady stream of immortal cultivation resources were transported back from the front line.

In a certain secret room in the Hall of the Holy Man, Yan Feng sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes were slightly closed, the body surface was covered with red spiritual patterns, and a layer of red flames appeared on the body surface, as if being submerged by the flames.

A sound transmission suddenly flew in, and Yan Feng seemed to be feeling it. The red spiritual patterns on his body dissipated, and the flames disappeared. He opened his eyes, and there was a faint red light in his eyes.

Yan Feng crushed the sound transmission, and a hurried voice suddenly sounded: "No, High Priest, Huoying Island was attacked, and two early Nascent Soul monks were attacking Huoying Island. Elder Yan couldn't resist and sent someone to teleport. Come back with a letter and ask for reinforcements."

Yan Feng frowned and his eyes became gloomy.

Since he sent people to participate in the war, he had expected this day, but fortunately he also left behind.

He took out a blue shell and punched in a magic formula. Countless runes appeared on the surface of the shell, and a somewhat hearty male voice suddenly sounded: "Fellow Daoist Yan, what advice do you have? The poor monk is busy!"

There was a faint sound of a seductive female moan, accompanied by a muffled sound.

"Wangchen, there are two Nascent Soul cultivators attacking Huoying Island. Please make a trip to Huoying Island and cooperate with Yan Yue to solve them. With your strength, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"Wait a while, the poor monk is done, rush over immediately, don't worry! It won't delay the big event, but if you kill them, you have to send me two sea clans at the stage of forming pills. Immortal cultivators are tired of playing."

Yan Feng frowned slightly and said, "Okay, the premise is that you want to kill them, hurry up and leave!"

"I know, it will be fine soon."

A whole red island, from a high altitude, the shape of the island resembles a giant eagle flying high.

There is an extinct volcano on Huoying Island, and the fire spirit is abundant. Yan Qu has the cultivation base of the early Nascent Soul, and is responsible for sitting on Huoying Island.

Outside the Huoying Island, a wave more than ten feet high rose from the sea. Wang Ruyan sat on the wave and played the qin attentively. Wang Changsheng stood aside with an indifferent expression.

They followed the other Nascent Soul monks to the rear and were responsible for attacking the Huoman tribe.

There were ten Yuanying cultivators and twenty alchemy cultivators in this operation.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were responsible for harassing Huoying Island and attracting the attention of the enemy. Two Nascent Soul monks were responsible for harassing another island, and the remaining six Nascent Soul monks were responsible for attacking the main island of the Huoman tribe.

Without the presence of other cultivators, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan could have no scruples and attack the barbarians without reservation.

A red light curtain covered the entire Fire Eagle Island, and there were clusters of red flames on the surface of the light curtain.

The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, making people feel very comfortable listening to it, and the body is light and fluttering.

Wang Ruyan has entered the Yuan Ying period, and now is not what it used to be.

On Fire Eagle Island, the eyes of the low-level barbarians were obsessed, and their bodies danced uncontrollably, apparently caught in an illusion.

The island protection formation of Huoying Island is the Jiugong Tianyan formation. It has both offense and defense, but it cannot prevent rhythm attacks.

There is no almighty formation in the world, and there must be some advantages. The Jiugong Tianyan formation focuses on attack, and its defense is not very strong.

Boom!

A deafening roar sounded, and dozens of giant fireballs the size of water tanks flew out from the red light curtain and smashed into Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

Wang Changsheng looked as usual, smashed his right fist towards the sea, and a strong gust of wind swept out, and the calm sea suddenly sank, as if an invisible big hand clapped on it, splashing waves dozens of feet high.

A huge roar sounded, and dozens of giant fireballs were swallowed up by the waves and disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

On Huoying Island, Yan Yue's eyes were gloomy, and the clansmen of the foundation-building period couldn't bear it at all, and most of them fainted. A dozen of the clansmen of the foundation-building period died in the illusion, and some cultivators of the foundation-building period also began to have hallucinations.

Yan Yue has been in the Nascent Soul Stage for less than fifty years. He is not a reckless person. On the bright side, there are two Nascent Soul cultivators. Who knows if there are other Nascent Soul cultivators hiding in the dark? He won't rush out to meet the enemy without authorization, but the enemy has a Yinxiu, if they don't go out to fight, the longer they take, the more passive they will become.

The sound of the piano became hurried, and the eyes of some barbarians at the stage of forming pills became obsessed, they sacrificed magic weapons, and attacked their companions crazily.

The rumbling sound of rumbling continued, and the cultivator of the pill formation was relatively powerful, and it was still relatively difficult to subdue the pill formation cultivator.

Yan Yue's face became ugly, why didn't the clan send someone over? Could it be more than one enemy? Are there other enemies?

A stern look flashed across his eyes, and several magic tricks were struck on the formation plate.

The runes on the surface of the red light curtain were bright, and more than a dozen thick red pillars of fire flew out, like a dragon roaring, rushing towards Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

Wang Ruyan's face turned cold, and **** pulled a string.

A passionate violin sounded, and a blue sound wave swept out.

Boom!

More than a dozen red pillars of fire touched the blue sound wave~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and suddenly burst open, turning into a large sea of ​​red fire, the calm sea tumbling violently, splashing waves dozens of feet high, extinguishing these red flames .

A cold light flashed in Wang Ruyan's eyes, and the sound of the piano suddenly became urgent, giving people the feeling of being on the battlefield, where thousands of troops were fighting.

The blood flow of the barbarians at the stage of conjugation quickened, their breathing became rapid, their heartbeats quickened, and their hearts would burst out at any time.

"Elder Yan, we can't take it anymore, let's go out and fight!"

"That's right! Keep letting her play, we're definitely going to die."

The barbarians of the Core Formation stage have invited to fight, leaving the enemy alone, and they will die without a doubt.

"Okay, the poor monk is here, two monks in the early Nascent Soul stage, they actually made you so embarrassed."

A sarcastic male voice sounded.

A golden light flew down to Yan Yue's side. Jin Guang was a pot-bellied monk in golden robes. He had a fat head and ears, his eyes were full of obscene colors, and he wore a string of golden Buddha beads on his left hand.

When Yan Yue saw the golden-robed monk, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The golden-robed monk's name is Wangchen. He is a Buddhist cultivator. To be precise, he is a Buddhist cultivator who defected from the Western Desert. Master Wangchen has been cultivating in Buddhism for many years. The female monks of the clan have all suffered from his poisonous hand, and the human clan, the demon clan and the sea clan have all issued a reward for this person.