Chapter 1402: The End of the Clan War (Part 1)

Chapter 1402: The End of the Clan War (Part 1)

With the arrival of the Eight Elements Immortal Army of the Spirit Clan, the entire space began to be filled with a light gray light, extending in all directions.

"Confined space?" When Mo Qingxun saw this scene, he couldn't help but show a desperate expression on his face.

Moreover, the Eight Elements Immortal Army of the Spirit Clan has surrounded the more than two million remaining Immortal Army of the Sword Spirit Realm from all directions in the center. Even a fly or a mosquito may not be able to escape.

At this moment, Mo Qingxun's heart was filled with regret, regretting that she should not have listened to Bian Wuyu's words and insisted on leading the people from the Sword Spirit Realm into the Xinghu Mountains, only to end up being besieged by endless spiritual monks.

Wanmu Lingzun looked down at Mo Qingxun with cold eyes and sneered: "It is really a shame for the Sword Spirit Realm to have a waste like you come out of the Sword Spirit Realm. Your father was much smarter than you back then. He knew how to be patient and take care of others." It’s a pity that the human race has preserved its strength, but it ruined the future of the Sword Spirit Realm by giving birth to a useless son. It’s really sad.”

"What did you say? You can kill me, but you can't look down on the Sword Spirit Realm." Upon hearing this, the despair on Mo Qing's face turned into grief and anger. He gathered all the mana in his body and followed the sound of a sword sound behind him. There was a sound, and a snow-white sword light cut through the void and struck at the head of Wanmu Lingzun.

"Boom"

Before the sword light reached Wanmu Lingzun, several people gathered together and formed a blue water shield, blocking him in front of him.

The sword light struck the water shield, causing a large splash of water, but it was unable to break through the water shield at all.

Wan Mu Lingzun snorted coldly, and in his eyes, the lightning flashed away. As dark clouds rolled in the sky, a purple thunder light about ten feet thick suddenly bombarded down. Mo Qingxun originally wanted to use his sword energy to resist, but But he was horrified to find that his body seemed to be frozen in the void, unable to move at all. He could only watch the purple lightning bombarding the top of his head.

"Region Lord?" An exclamation came from the side.

Mo Qingxun's face froze, and his eyes lost their shape. The next moment, his body started from the top of his head and slowly dissipated like ashes.

Although Mo Qingxun was in the realm of transcending tribulation, he had no power to fight back in front of Wan Mu Lingzun. This was the difference in realm.

"Slaughter them all, leaving no one behind." After killing Mo Qingxun, eight cold words rang out from Wanmu Lingzun's mouth, and after that, endless spells fell like a waterfall.

In front of the Qingmu Spiritual Palace, countless shrill screams rang out.

Ancestor Qingpu had a surprised expression on his face, and Ancestor Qingce was even more ecstatic. At this moment when the Wood Spirit clan was most in danger, Lord Wanmu Spirit finally arrived with the Spirit Clan's immortal army.

"Thirty million Spirit Clan troops?" After hearing the news from the tribesmen outside, Qingpu Ancestor was also inexplicably horrified. The Spirit Clan army was so densely packed that even the huge divine mind of his peak cultivator could not count the number clearly. .

Although this 30 million spirit tribe army is not all the strength of the spirit tribe, it is the most elite strength of the spirit tribe. Fully half of them are at the golden elixir stage or above. This time Wanmu Lingzun plans to fight with Bei The four tribes in the Sky Broken Realm fought to the death.

The remaining two million immortal armies in the Sword Spirit Realm were slaughtered in just half an hour. On the ground around the Qingmu Spiritual Palace, densely packed corpses were displayed. Some of these corpses were beyond recognition, and some were mutilated. Not entirely, but without exception, the souls of these people were completely killed.

The Sword Spirit Realm, one of the four major spiritual realms of the human race, lost all its elites and was severely damaged. From then on, it was reduced to the last position of the four major spiritual realms until the birth of a new generation of sword masters.

"Husband, why are we here? Aren't we not going to participate in this race war?" In the Xuanwu Mountains, on the top of an inconspicuous hill, a man and a woman were standing. The man was young and handsome. The women who captivated the country and the city were none other than Xiao Lin and Lin Xueying.

When Xiao Lin heard this, he smiled slightly and said helplessly: "I already understand Brother Huan's intention. He may not be able to do it just by relying on the second spirit. As a husband, he must help the second spirit." The soul is here to help.”

"What Brother Huan, as a Great Spirit Master, cannot do, how can your husband and your second soul be able to do it?" Lin Xueying was a little worried. Although her husband Xiao Lin has advanced to the integration stage, at his age, From a perspective, it is already extremely astonishing.

But in this race war, the monks in the Tribulation Stage are also like pawns, let alone those in the Fusion Stage.

In Xuanwu Spine Mountain, countless immortal cultivators showed nervous expressions. The news of the approaching spirit army had already reached Xuanwu Spine Mountain, and the news that all three million immortal armies in the Sword Spirit Domain had been destroyed by the domain master. It also made Xuanwu Spine Mountain shake.

Bian Wuyu and others also began to prepare for the formation. The formations were all activated. Everyone else showed nervous expressions. Many monks from the four races swallowed hard while waiting.

Four huge vortexes suddenly appeared in the sky above Xuanwu Spine Mountain. As four spiritual lights emerged from the vortex, the entire Xuanwu Spine Mountain cheered.

"Greetings to the White-Eyed Saint."

"Meet the Holy Lord Earth Eyes."

"Meet the Holy Lord Baiyu."

"Greetings to Lord Lengsha."

Cheers surrounded the entire Xuanwu Spine Mountain. It turned out that these four spiritual lights were sent by the four Mahayana monks in the Beitian Broken Realm. At this last moment, the four Mahayana monks came together to make the entire Beitian Broken Realm The spirits of the tens of millions of immortal troops were greatly shaken.

The four Mahayana figures had serious faces, hanging in mid-air, staring coldly ahead.

As a bit of colorful rays of light began to emerge from between the clouds and the sky, a large ray of light covered the entire sky in the blink of an eye. It was so dense that one could not see the edge at a glance. The faces of all the monks from the four races on the Xuanwu Mountain changed drastically. .

At the forefront of the rays of light, there is a golden canopy. Under the canopy, there are eight strange beasts, dragging a dragon. On top of the dragon, the thin body of Wanmu Lingzun is emitting an overwhelming sound. The spiritual pressure spreads in all directions.

Surrounding Long Chu were six Mahayana monks. In addition to the original Empress Jinshu, Patriarch Poison Fire, and the three divine kings, there were three more. They were a coquettish woman, one had white beard and hair, and two There are old men in Chek Kok, and the last one is a scholar with a vague face.

Seeing this scene, Bian Wuyu and others were also surprised.

"The Red Flower Fire Mother has recovered and been released from seclusion. She also invited her two friends, the Red Horn Sage and the Faceless Scholar. The races of these two people, the Red Horn Clan and the Ghost Face Clan, are both affiliated races of the Spirit Clan. "It's just that the Red Horn Sage and the Faceless Scholar never obeyed the orders of Wanmu Lingzun. The only good friend was the Red Flower Fire Mother. The Red Flower Fire Mother actually invited the two of them." Ancestor Jin Tong's expression changed and he sighed.

"It is rumored that the Red Flower Fire Mother was kind to the Red Horn Clan and the Ghost Faced Clan in the early years, so the Red Horn Sage and the Faceless Scholar have always been indebted to her. This time the Spirit Clan fought back in a big way. It seems that the two of them have also placed their treasure on it. The Eldar side.”

"Look, the scepter in the hand of Wan Mu Lingzun is the legendary Wan Lei Divine Scepter?"

"The Divine Staff of Ten Thousand Thunders was really forged by him? No wonder he dared to lead the immortal army to kill openly. It seems that he is confident." Several leaders of the immortal armies of the four tribes, led by Bian Wuyu and others, His face became ugly.

The Ten Thousand Wood Spirit Master holding the Ten Thousand Thunder Scepter is enough to resist the Great Spirit Master, and the remaining six Mahayana Stages are also significantly stronger in number than the four of the four tribes in the Beitian Broken Realm.

Coupled with the 30 million elite immortal armies of the Spirit Race, against the tens of millions of immortal armies who are fully prepared in the North Sky Broken Realm, no matter how you look at it, this is an unequal duel.

Naturally, many immortal cultivators from the four tribes in Beitian saw all this clearly, and all of them felt a chill in their hearts and their faces became pale.

"Huan Tianmou, it's better not to hide your head and show your tail. Come out. Haven't you been looking for the whereabouts of me? Now that I'm here, if you don't come out, are you being timid?"

After a pause, the Wanmu Spirit Clan sneered and continued: "If you are timid, as long as you show up and kneel down to me to admit your mistake, and let go of your spiritual consciousness and let me use the method of forbidden gods, it is not impossible to let you go. The four tribes of Beitian, otherwise Beitian Shattered Realm will become a river of blood and no chickens or dogs will be left.”

The words of Wanmu Lingzu exploded in the void like rolling thunder, clearly reaching the ears of all the immortal cultivators.

Bian Wuyu and others' expressions all changed drastically, and a sense of powerlessness arose in their hearts. In their opinion, as long as Wanmu Spirit Lord can hold back the Great Spirit Lord, the four tribes in Beitian will not be affected by the number of Mahayana monks or the immortal army. Their quantity and quality are far inferior to that of the Spirit Clan. No matter how you look at it, this battle will end in defeat.

"Oh, Wan Qingtong, do you really think that by refining the Chaos Divine Stone into the eighth-level Immortal Treasure Wanthunder Divine Staff, you can stabilize this deity?" Above the void, in front of the four Mahayana monks in Beitian, the void suddenly It cracked open, and two human figures and a spiritual beast that looked like a big black dog came out of it.

It was Phantom Spirit Lord, Leylin and Xiao Hei. Lei Lin and Xiao Hei were shocked when they saw the posture of the Spirit Tribe on the opposite side. Thirty million Spirit Tribe troops covered the entire sky, and this was only It's a part, and if spread out, it's at least tens of thousands of miles away.

Especially the Wanmu Spirit Master and the six Mahayana at the front, the aura emanating from each one made them feel a little breathless.

At this time, the Phantom Lord seemed to be aware of it, and an even more astonishing pressure swept across. Leylin and Xiao Hei suddenly felt that the huge pressure was released, and they suddenly became relaxed.

"Haha, Huan Tianmou, I really didn't expect that you, who exploded in the sea of ​​​​qi and lost your consciousness, not only recovered from your injuries, but could also go one step further and perfect the prophecy rules. This is really unexpected by me. If you had been waiting for ten thousand years, In the past, I was naturally no match for you, but today, with this Ten Thousand Thunder Divine Staff, I can definitely overwhelm you. Of course, I am compassionate and do not want to kill too many sins. As long as fellow Taoist Huan is willing, I am willing to fight with you. Fellow Taoist Huan shake hands and make peace, and your human race will also receive the respect and resources you deserve."

"Oh?" When Phantom Lord heard this, he showed a surprised expression.

"Can't you give up the Northern Territory?"

"This may not be negotiable. To the north of the Holy Bone Land, the real land for spiritual cultivation is only the Beitian Territory and the Xuanhuang Territory. The Bone Clan was originally just a small group of Ear Clan. The bones condensed spirits, and with the help of During the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, countless creatures fell and turned into mountains of corpses, and they have developed to the present point. Whether it is heritage or endowment, they are far inferior to the spiritual and human races. As long as fellow fantasy Taoist friends are willing to make peace with me, we The Beitian Territory is twisted into a rope to destroy the Bone Clan and occupy the Xuanhuang Territory. Even if it is given to fellow Huan Taoist, it is not a non-negotiable matter. "

"Haha." Upon hearing this, the Phantom Lord looked up to the sky and laughed.

The laughter was like rolling thunder, exploding in the void. The monks of the four tribes in Beitian were also puzzled by the laughter of Phantom Spirit Lord. To be honest, when Wanmu Spirit Lord lowered his posture, they all thought that what he said was reasonable. If If the human race and the spirit race cooperate and jointly destroy the bone race, wouldn't it be possible to gain a wider area?

You must know that the number of fairy spirit veins possessed by the Xuanhuang Territory exceeds that of the Beitian Territory.

Otherwise, with the number of Bone Clan, how could seven Mahayana monks be born? This actually represents the resources of Xuanhuang Territory, which far exceeds that of Beitian Territory.

"Why are fellow Taoists Huan laughing?" Wanmu Lingzun's face darkened and he said in a deep voice.

"Wan Qingtong, you are too naive. Back then, you set a trap and forced me to blow up my Dantian. Later, you locked my soul and became crazy. Today, you are still thinking of shaking hands with me?"

"It turns out that this is the case. There were many misunderstandings about what happened back then. In the future, I will visit you and explain to fellow Taoist Huan. Moreover, there are no eternal enemies in this world. When we reach the realm of you and me, the so-called power, Interests are nothing but floating clouds. In the end, you and I just want to cultivate into a semi-immortal body and achieve the goal of ascending to the immortal world. The so-called grudges are nothing compared to ascending to immortality." Wanmu Lingzun. With smiles on his face, there is no seriousness about the confrontation between the two armies.

But his words sounded quite reasonable even to Xiao Lin and Lin Xueying in the distance.

Xiao Lin also secretly admired this Ten Thousand Wood Spirit Lord. His ability to be so shameless was truly unparalleled by others.

In fact, Xiao Lin also understood that even if the Wanmu Spirit Master held the Ten Thousand Thunder Divine Staff, he had no confidence that he could defeat the Phantom Spirit Lord. The only thing he could do was to use the Ten Thousand Thunder Divine Staff to contain the Phantom Spirit Lord and let the Spirit Clan army defeat him. Completely destroy the armies of the four tribes in Beitian.

At that time, the Phantom Lord will be helpless, and it has really angered the Spirit Clan. The Spirit Clan army continues to advance north. Even if it kills all the races in the Northern Sky Broken Realm, it will not be difficult. Even if he can defeat Wanmu Lingzun, it has no meaning at all.

But if the forced Phantom Spirit Master really goes crazy, a furious Great Spirit Master will be enough to kill all the Spirit Clan. In this way, the Bone Clan in the Xuanhuang Realm will finally be advantaged.

This is also the fundamental reason why Wanmu Lingzun is so willing to compromise and continue to persuade.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated the Phantom Spirit Lord and his perfect prophecy rules.