The entire space of the Mo Nest was filled with the power of the soul that had scattered after the king's death, and it was shocked endlessly.

When the ancestor Xiaoxiao and the ancestor Wanmotian showed off their might, the other ancestors were not idle either. The next moment when the third king fell, the fourth king also fell.

Although the human race has not fallen, they are all injured, and the luster of the soul is much worse than that of the beginning.

And this battle has only been in just thirty breaths since the beginning.

In such a short period of time, none of the twenty-two ninth ranks of the human race were intact, and four kings fell from the Mo race. Such a dangerous and fierce battle never happened in the ages.

Although the human race has achieved great results, the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

Let's not mention their injuries yet, the protection of Wen Shenlian seems to not last long. In fact, the protection of this treasure of heaven and earth has been beyond everyone's expectations. Even if it collapses the next moment, no one will be surprised.

In addition, the ancestor Xiaoxiao used the soul-saving sting three times in a row, and his soul was seriously damaged, and his control over Wen Shenlian was not as good as before.

The ancestor Wanmotian obviously discovered this and did not ask the ancestor Xiaoxiao to cooperate with him to kill the enemy.

The human race has the risk of collective destruction at any time.

Temporary advantages are simply difficult to resolve their crisis.

All the ninth grades realized that if they did not quickly break the space of the ink nest to escape, the moment when the Wen Shenlian protection was broken would be the time for them to fall.

An elderly man suddenly took a step forward and shouted, "I just said that my right eyelid twitched constantly today. It turned out that he was here. Since that's the case, I can only respond to the disaster. Brothers, protect my Dharma!"

The ninth grade next to him turned his head and looked slightly moved: "Ping Yu..."

"Speak less nonsense." The old man shouted, "I, King Ming, cultivate the physical body, and the attack of the soul is not my strength, so it is useless to stay. If you can open a path for all Taoists, you will not be in vain for your whole life."

This ninth-grade ancestor, called Pingyu, was born in Ming Wangtian. Although his soul strength is also at the ninth-grade, it is obviously weaker than others, and his soul attack method is also extremely single.

Simply put, such a battlefield is not suitable for him to play, and staying is indeed not very useful.

Everyone knew his plan in an instant. Many ninth-grade expressions were dim, but they were unable to stop anything.

The ninth grade who had spoken before immediately shouted: "Protector!"

As soon as the words fell, all the ninth grades activated the secret techniques and secret treasures of the soul, and bombarded the outside.

What surprised the Mo Clan kings was that the human race's attack was not aimed at them, but was bombarded in a certain part of the void, laying a passage in the chaotic battlefield.

The king of the Mo clan finally realized the human race's intentions and roared in panic: "Stop him!"

With a command, more than 40 kings bombarded the paved passage, intending to destroy the passage.

But it was too late. The ancestor Ming Wangtian laughed, stepped out of the lotus stalk, walked into the passage, and reached somewhere in the sky in an instant. The power of the soul was turbulent and roared wildly: "Open it for me!"

boom……

When the Nine-grade aura is annihilated, the power of the soul like a mountain collapses and tsunami swept across the four directions and destroyed the four poles.

A loud noise spread in this ink nest space, and all the strong men who were swaying in their souls.

At this moment, the kings of the Mo clan were dizzy by the impact. Even the protection outside the Wen Shen Lotus was rippling and undulating, as if they could be destroyed at any time.

All the Kings of the Mo Clan were stunned.

The ninth-grade human race... actually exploded his soul with a disagreement!

Although the human race is in a bad situation now and is trapped in this ink nest space, they have killed four kings and the strange lotus guardians, and have not reached the desperate situation.

This actually exploded?

How courage does this take?

The human race...is indeed terrible!

At the same time, all the ninth grade of human race were staring at the sky, and the next moment, everyone's eyes lit up.

The soul of the ancestor Ming Wangtian was not in vain. A crack was suddenly broken in the sky. Although the gap was not large, there were also subtle flaws in the entire blocked mynah space.

The self-destruction of the ninth-grade Kaitian is unimaginable.

When the four kings fell, the space shocked, and it was just a aftermath swept away. Now, the ancestor Ming Wangtian has targeted him and immediately tore the cracks in the space here.

"Let's go!" You Jiugeng shouted softly.

If there is a flaw in the blocked space, there will be a way out. When will you not go there?

However, before they could take any action, the counterattack of the Mo clan kings came wildly. The kings were not fools, so how could they not know the plans of the human race?

If the Nine-rank human races really ask them to escape, then their ambush this time will become a joke.

They ambushed here with more than twice the number, but they were killed by four kings. Although one side of the human race also fell, they were self-destructive after all, and they did not die at their hands.

In an instant, Wen Shenlian's protection was in turmoil, and the ancestors had to take action to resist.

And after this moment of delay, a powerful force suddenly appeared in the crack in the sky, and it quickly closed!

This scene made all the ninth ranks furious.

No one expected that this space could repair itself, and it was so fast that in just a moment, the hope of escaping was shattered.

The protective light of Wen Shenlian was dim and almost invisible. It was probably not enough to be completely broken in five breaths. By then, without Wen Shenlian's protection, the twenty-one ancestors of the human race would be worried.

Perhaps they could drag some kings to be buried with them, but the annihilation of the ninth rank of the human race is already destined.

...

Just as the ancestor Ming Wangtian exploded and teared a gap into the space of the Mo Nest, in the depths of the extremely distant void, a strange energy fluctuation suddenly broke out in the unknown land that the human race had never set foot on, disrupting the peace of the countless years.

The fluctuation was extremely weak, coming and going quickly, and it 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. Not only is there any anger on his body, but even the flesh and blood withered, leaving only a skin and bones.

No one who comes here will feel that he is still alive.

But when he opened his eyes, his eyes burst out with a dazzling light like the sun, like two pillars of light, which penetrated through the depths of darkness, and could break through all illusions.

The next moment, the living dead suddenly burst into laughter. I don’t know how many years have you said. The voice is dry and hoarse at this moment, making people feel extremely uncomfortable: “Are you finally waiting for a generation of promising juniors?”

He has been here for many thousands of years. At the beginning, there were some like-minded people, but the passage of time and the lack of materials have caused their companions to fall one by one.

In the end, he was the only one left to stay here and slowly turned into a living dead person.

But he dared not die easily, nor could he leave, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

It has been countless years since this void has been silent and has no waves, but the energy fluctuations in that moment have given him a lot of insight.

The juniors of the Human Clan began to counterattack, and they had touched the foundation of the Mo Clan. Otherwise, the peace that lasted for countless thousands of years would not have been broken.

He has been waiting for the human race generation after generation. It has been too long since he has been desperate.

And today, when this glimmer of hope appeared in front of him, he smiled so happily.

While laughing, he suddenly poked a big hand into the depths of the darkness and said slowly: "Mo, the ancient supreme, why bother with the younger generation?"

When the big hand was stretched out, it was still skinny and bone-bone, but in the blink of an eye, it was filled with flesh and blood and became crystal clear.

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

Every inch of the jade hand moving forward, the flesh and blood will fall off. When the jade hand reaches into the center of the darkness, only bones are left.

It was this big skeleton hand that stirred up the storm in this void.

A sharp divine thought wave came, which was stronger than the ninth grade. He roared angrily: "Cang, if you dare to interfere, you are looking for death!"

The living dead man called Cang chuckled: "If you do not destroy you, I dare not die easily!"

While speaking, his big hand suddenly pressed down.

...

In the ink nest space, Wen Shenlian's protection is weak and almost transparent.

All the ninth grades have ambitions of life and death. They know that they have no hope of escaping from this place. Since this is the case, they naturally have to kill more kings before they die.

It doesn't matter if they die, and the Mo tribe can't think of it. Kill one to make a profit and kill two to make a fortune.

The human race's talents are stronger than the next generation. Without them, more ninth grades will be born to the later generations.

The ancestor Xiaoxiao felt a little regretful. It doesn’t matter if she died here. Wen Shenlian was afraid that she would be left here. I don’t know if Boy Yang would blame him.

It's okay, even if you die, are you still afraid that he will blame him?

Click...

The broken voice sounded deep in everyone's hearts. The ancestor Xiaoxiao sacrificed the Wen Shen Lotus. After persisting for thirty breaths, the Wen Shen Lotus's protection was finally broken.

All the kings were overjoyed, but soon, their smiles stiffened on their faces, because when the protection of the Wen Shenlian was broken, the ninth-grade Kaitian people from the human race took the initiative to kill each other, and they were all fiercely urging the power of their souls, as if they were about to die with them.

This made the Mo Clan kings very at a loss. The other party's attitude seemed to be dominant.

But after seeing the nine-grade dynasty who had previously exploded his soul, the king also knew that the nine-grade human race were not afraid of death!

"Kill!" The king roared.

The human race is not afraid of death, are they afraid?

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

The strong men from both sides put life and death aside at this moment. It can be imagined that in the next battle, there will definitely be a series of fallen people.
Chapter completed!