"Hehe." Yang Kai smiled bitterly, looking up at Modo who was like a mountain in front of him, "You won, what do you want to do now? Kill me? Then do it quickly, otherwise there will be surprises for you later."

Moduo looked cold and raised his foot and stepped on Yang Kai.

For an enemy who caused him a lot of trouble, such a way of death was a bit too cheap, but Moduo had been wasting too long on Yang Kai. He had no time to conquer and torture the other party, so he could only kill him first.

The big foot fell down, cracked a hundred miles, and the ravines crisscrossed.

Moduo frowned slightly. When he raised his foot, a huge footprint was left on the ground, but there were no traces of flesh and blood.

He just noticed a trace of space fluctuations, and the witch bull obviously ran away again, and this time it became more secret. Moduo glanced around and failed to find his traces as soon as possible.

Shaking his huge head, Moduo took a step towards the direction where the Changqing Divine Tree was.

He no longer paid attention to the existence of the ant, and was hit by his own magical power. He was injured before. The ant could no longer hinder him. For the sake of the present, the most important thing is to eradicate the giant tree.

The huge body as high as thirty feet high was domineering in the battlefield. All the creatures blocking the way became meat pies under his feet. Whether it was the barbarians or the demons, there seemed to be no difference to Modu. Every step was taken, the tribes of the two tribes died under his trampling.

At first, he didn't walk very fast, but as he moved forward, his speed became faster and faster, and he gradually started running, running at a speed of lightning.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong...

The sound of a war drum hammer rang throughout the world, and everyone's hearts began to beat violently.

Wherever Moduo passed, the barbarian demons retreated one after another, and no one dared to stop him. The tribesmen who died at his feet were the best explanation.

There are less than 8,000 remaining people in the Wuniu tribe. At this moment, they all gather around with the Changqing Divine Tree as the center, and use the power of the Changqing Divine Tree to resist the attack of the demon clan. And there are more than 800,000 demon clans around? Such a huge gap in number, if it were not for the protection of the Changqing Divine Tree, the remaining tribe members of the Wuniu tribe would have been destroyed long ago.

When Moduo rushed towards the Changqing Divine Tree, everyone saw it, and all the barbarians showed despair.

The six demon kings who were still struggling to support were the first to deserters. Although Yang Kai had issued orders to them to defend themselves before, they still lacked the courage to face a demon saint, especially a demon saint in a rage.

The devils escaped, but the barbarians could not escape. The Eternal Divine Tree was their only hope to block the passages between the two realms. It was very difficult to persevere until now. How could they be willing to give up halfway?

The defensive circle of the Wuniu Division shrank again and retreated under the roots of the tree.

A low chant sound came from all over the trunk of the tree, and the wizards of the Frost and Snow Tribe began to exert force. They wanted to use the power of the Changqing Divine Tree to resist the attack of the Demon Saint Modo.

A layer of green light suddenly appeared, covering a range of fifty feet, forming a thick light curtain. The light curtain looked extremely solid, and all the demons were blocked. The secret techniques used by the demon generals and demon kings could only splash ripples on it, and they could not break through at all.

This gave the barbarians a little hope.

But this hope quickly turned into horror.

Moduo rushed over, and his huge body, which was thirty feet tall, hitting hard on the green light curtain.

With a loud bang, the light curtain was shaking continuously, and the hearts of each barbarian were rushing to his throat. He looked up at the place where Modu collided with the light curtain, forgot to breathe, and his face was full of worry.

They were afraid that the light curtain would be broken, and once it was broken, no one would be able to stop the destructive power of a demon saint. The evergreen divine tree might be destroyed here, and the last glimmer of hope of the barbarians would disappear.

The light curtain is still there, but the color is obviously dimmed.

The barbarians first breathed a sigh of relief, and then they became more worried.

The light curtain can withstand Modu's collision, but twice, three times... countless times? There will always be a moment when Modu will break through this barrier and rush his thirty-foot body under the sacred tree.

Under the worry and nervous gaze of everyone in the Wuniu Department, Modu took a few steps back. Then he tilted his head and looked at the green light curtain. A fist slightly pulled back. The next moment it was like a bow string that was pulled over, and the fist came out like a dragon.

boom……

The light curtain vibrated again and the color became dimmer.

Before the light curtain could stabilize, Moduo's second punch had already hit.

Boom boom boom boom...

Every time the big fist hit the light curtain, it had an unparalleled impact. The Wuniu tribe only felt blood rolling all over his body, chest tightness and shortness of breath, as if Modu was not hitting the light curtain, but his chest.

Click...

Finally, a crisp sound came into everyone's ears, and all the barbarians changed their faces. They clearly saw a crack appearing on the light curtain.

Modo smiled silently, as if he was proud of his masterpiece. He punched him with the last punch, hitting the place where the crack was.

With a thud, it seemed as if the mirror was broken, and the light curtain provided by the Eternal Divine Tree finally lost to the Demon Saint's repeated destruction and collapsed.

Without the protection of the light curtain, all the barbarians were exposed to the Demon Saint's eyelids, and no one could resist his breath. Moduo only had to blow a breath at them and they could wipe out their entire army.

Moduo ignored these ants-like existences. He was a demon saint and did not need to pay attention to the lives and deaths of these miscellaneous soldiers. His only goal was - the Eternal Divine Tree. He took a big step in place, and Moduo directly hit the tree.

Amid all the barbarians' terrified shouts, the body of the thirty-foot-high demon saint hit the tree, and a thunderous thunderous tree shook violently, and countless green leaves fell from the air and turned into dead leaves before they fell to the ground.

At the same time, the wizards of the Frost and Snow Tribe who were hiding everywhere in the Evergreen Divine Tree were also as if they were thundered. Countless muffled groans came, and more than a dozen witches died directly under the collision.

They have been hiding in the tree. Although they can use the protection of the Evergreen Divine Tree to stimulate the power of the Evergreen Divine Tree, they are also closely related to the life and death of the Evergreen Divine Tree.

This is a secret technique developed by the Frost and Snow Tribe for tens of thousands of years and lived with the Evergreen Divine Tree.

Moduo's collision force was scattered to various parts of the tree body, so naturally some witches could not bear it and died suddenly.

Moduo was extremely dissatisfied with this attack, and a look of anger appeared on his face. It seemed that in his opinion, his collision should have hit the giant tree, and it was not enough to just knock down some fallen leaves.

Before he could strike for the second time, the Frosnow tribe's counterattack came.

From above the tree canopy, soft branches hung down, turned into long whips, whipping at Modu in the air.

The wizards of the Frost Snow Tribe used this method to help the Witch Niu Tribe persist until now under the siege of hundreds of thousands of demons, killing countless demons.

But such an attack was obviously a bit weak for a demon saint. The seemingly destructive whip that seemed to be destroying the world did not have any effect, but instead stimulated Moduo's ferocity.

He reached out and grabbed the branches, dragged them hard, breaking them, dozens of them one after another. Moduo was a little tired of it, and ignored the attacks that were whipped over and hit the tree body.

There were endless sounds of booming sounds. Every time the impact, the evergreen sacred tree would shake violently, more fallen leaves were scattered, and more Frost and Snow Tribe wizards were killed.

But no matter how hard Moduo tried, the evergreen sacred tree was still like a pillar that stood firm.

Modo was finally furious. He stopped hitting, but climbed up along the trunk with his hands and feet. He showed his powerful destructive power in the process of continuing to rise. He pulled down the trunk from the trunk and threw it on the ground.

The wizards of the Frost and Snow Tribe were powerless to stop his destruction. Wherever Modo passed, the Evergreen Divine Tree was left with only a bare main trunk, and all the side branches were destroyed.

When the demons gathered around the neighborhood saw it, they all followed Modu and rushed towards the Changqing Divine Tree. Those who could fly directly to the top, destroying everything that could be destroyed. Those who could not fly climbed along the trunk, bite with their mouths, chopped with weapons, and used all the best.

The guardian saint of the Frost and Snow Tribe, the evergreen sacred tree that had existed for tens of thousands of years, was instantly filled with demons, just like a candied haws standing on the ground, attracting countless ants, which looked down from the sky, and was spectacular.

The wizards of the Frost and Snow Tribe can do very little now. Even if they use the power of the Eternal Divine Tree, they can only sweep away some ordinary demons and provide some protection to the remains of the Witch and Niu Tribe who are still struggling to support below.

To a certain extent, they have done well enough. Without them, the Wuniu tribe would have been wiped out and the Eternal Green Divine Tree would not have grown steadily until now.

But this is their limit.

Failure is so close that every barbarian is full of sadness.

The Yulu twins searched the battlefield, hoping to find that figure. Although they felt that the power of that person could not stop the decline in front of them, they had no more hope.

But they couldn't find it. The figure never appeared again after being severely injured. Maybe it was dead or hiding somewhere.

They would rather that person die than believe that he escaped at the last minute.

Bang...

A loud noise suddenly came from the air. After the sound came out, the eternal sacred tree raked and raked, as if it was raining. Countless demons climbing upwards fell down, and the huge trunks suddenly became much cleaner.
Chapter completed!