Chapter 2143: Late

In less than half an hour, half of the Thousand Spiritual Peaks of the Wanjiang Sect were captured.

The vanguard of the Ming army has already rushed to the main peak of Wanjiang.

The disciples of the Wanjiang sect guarding the main peak were almost all elites. They tried their best to barely block the attack of the Ming army, forming a stalemate.

However, when Mo Xian flew over with fifty ancient Ming powerhouses, he killed half of the top powerhouses of Wanjiang Sect with just a burst of impact.

The rest of the Wanjiang sect bigwigs retreated hastily, and all retreated to the square of the main hall, and there was no way out.

The members of the Wanjiang sect all had expressions of despair on their faces.

Originally, they thought that they might have the strength to fight, but seeing those ancient Ming powerhouses, they could stagnate the opponent's blood and blood, and their combat power plummeted, making it impossible to compete with them.

At one end of the square, Mo Xian sneered and looked not far away at a group of disciples of the Wanjiang Sect headed by Jiang Wuhui, and waved his hand.

"Kill them all!"

When the order was given, Mo Xian also flew out, and went straight to Jiang Wuhui who was opposite.

In the Ten Thousand Rivers Sect, only this Jiang Wuhui has the highest cultivation and the purest blood in his body, and being devoured will help him the most in improving his cultivation.

boom!

With just one attack, Jiang Wuhui's body was sent flying upside down, hit the wall of the main hall, and rolled to the ground.

Struggling to get up, looking at Mo Xian was full of horror.

It's not that Mo Xian's cultivation is much better than him, but because, just now, the true energy in his body froze in an instant, and the palm prints couldn't exert 30% of its power at all.

This loser is really aggrieved!

"Hmph! Jiang Wuhui, I'll give you a chance, but you don't want it. Now, die!"

Mo Xian's eyes looked at Jiang Wuhui, which was blushing, and he slapped out a palm print like a wave of blood, instantly submerging Jiang Wuhui.

Even before the screams could be heard, Jiang Wuhui's body was directly blasted into flesh and blood, wrapped in the bloody true energy, and rolled back into Mo Xian's body.

"Huh!? Not bad, not bad! Upper Martial Emperor Realm, it's just different!"

Feeling that the blood energy in his body increased dramatically, Mo Xian's face was full of surprise.

According to this speed, if he devours three to five more, his strength can be restored to the realm of the Great Emperor.

At that time, with his combat power and secret skills, he will be invincible under the Holy Emperor!

As soon as he raised his head, Jiang Wuhui looked to the front of the palace gate, where two young warriors were looking at him angrily.

These two were both Jiang Wuhui's direct disciples, and their cultivation was no more than the quasi-emperor rank. To Mo Xian, they were not in the top class at all.

"Even these two together, kill... huh!?"

Mo Xian had just opened his mouth, about to order to kill the remnants, when suddenly, a deadly energy surged up in his heart, causing the pores of his whole body to burst open instantly.

"not good!"

He raised his head suddenly, looked at the sky, and with a glance, a huge golden dragon shadow roared towards Mo Xian's pupils.

boom...!

The golden dragon gang descended from the sky, like a dragon destroying the world,

Booming on Mo Xian's body, a golden light burst into the sky.

In the entire square in front of the hall, the violent golden might of the fist, like a shock wave, surged along the ground layer by layer, blasting all the stone slabs in the field.

Between the lightning and the flint, Mo Xian, who raised his palms, was directly blasted. His legs bent, and he knelt on the ground. On his arms, countless bloody mouths burst open, and purple-black blood gushed out like a fountain. .

In an instant, in the square in front of the hall, countless pairs of eyes turned their heads to look at it, their faces full of shock.

A huge figure, like a black cloud, descended from the sky and hit the ground heavily. On top of the hill-like animal body, a tall black-robed figure stood majestically.

"Chu...Chu Yan!?"

Whether it's Wanjiangzong or Mingzu, Wan Dao glanced over and recognized at a glance that the person on the head of the beast was Chu Yan!

Several surviving elders of Wanjiang Sect, including the direct disciples of the two suzerain masters, flew over and approached Chu Yan with joyful expressions on their faces.

"Chu...Senior Chu, my master asked them to kill him!"

A direct disciple spoke to Chu Yan, and at the same time turned his head to look at Mo Xian, his face full of anger.

"Sorry, I'm a step late!"

Chu Yan leaped, jumped off the black marsh lion and scorpion, and landed on the ground with one step, just in front of Mo Xian.

"Come here!"

Gang Yuan's condensed claws turned into sharp claw marks, and he grasped them out of thin air. Mo Xian, who was dizzy and bleeding all over his body, was directly grabbed by Chu Yan.

"Bold! Chu Yan, let us go!"

"Looking for death! Dare I be disrespectful to the Great Elder!"

"Huh!? This Chu Yan, why is he still alive!?"

"Where is the second elder!?"

"..."

A group of ancient Ming powerhouses and Ming clan elders gathered around and shouted angrily.

"Second Elder!?"

Hearing the questions from the elders of the Mingzu around him, Chu Yan raised his mouth, sneered, and said

"Mo Xing, right!? I've already killed him!"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, all the Ming clan warriors in the audience were stunned.

What! ?

Elder Mo Xing was killed by Chu Yan! ?

The whole scene, everyone's eyes stared at Chu Yan in unison, there was silence, and a needle could be heard.

However, this silence lasted less than three breaths before it was completely broken by the deafening laughter.

"Hahaha, laugh... I laughed so hard!"

"This... this guy, isn't he stupid? He came here just to make fun of him!"

"Interesting, interesting, hahaha, he...he actually said that he killed Elder Mo Er...hahaha!"

"Could it be that the human race was destroyed? This Chu Yan, stimulated, has gone crazy. Hahaha, it's so funny!"

"Hahaha, no, my stomach hurts..."

"..."

On the square, hundreds of thousands of warriors from the Ming clan laughed together, and their voices shook the sky.

Chu Yan killed the second elder Mo Xing, how could it be possible! ?

Leaving aside, Elder Mo Xing himself climbed out of the Ancestral Blood Pond, a top-level expert among the ancient Ming experts.

Even if Elder Mo Xing didn't make a move, with the army of millions of Ming clans and more than 20 ancient Ming powerhouses, it would not be a matter of moving a finger to wipe out a second-rate human race.

Just like in front of you, this Wanjiang sect took less than two hours from breaking through the mountain gate to eliminating 90% of the sect's disciples, and the casualties were less than 100%.

The human race is much weaker than Wan Jiangzong.

Even if it takes ten thousand steps back, the human race really defeated the millions of Hades army who went to attack, at least, there must be news back.

It's not possible that the million-dollar army of the Ming clan will be useless, not even a single one will come back from the summons! ?

It's just...impossible!

"Don't you find it strange!? Why have you attacked the army of the Mingzu, and the second elder Mo Xing, there is no news yet!?"

Chu Yan naturally guessed what these people were thinking, sneered, and asked.

When the words fell, most of the laughter in the audience disappeared immediately, and a look of doubt appeared on everyone's faces.

Even Mo Xian, who was caught by Chu Yan, was stunned.

yes!

Mo Xing led twenty ancient Ming powerhouses and millions of troops to attack the human race. It has been almost a day, why is there no news at all! ?

"Want to know the reason!?" Chu Yan smiled lightly.

"Say! What's going on!?"

Hearing this, an elder of the Ming clan stared at Chu Yan closely and asked.

"Since you want to know, then... I will show mercy and tell you!"

Facing the questioning of the elders of the Ming clan, Chu Yan didn't get angry at all, instead he had a pleasant expression on his face. He just turned around and gave a soft drink.

"Fatty, it's your turn!"

Hearing Chu Yan's voice, Fatty Situ grinned and smiled.

At the same time, behind him, nine black altars soared into the air and fell straight down towards the central area of ​​the square in front of him!

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