Chapter 5384 Cang

The entire Mocha space was flooded with the power of the soul that escaped after the king's death, shaking endlessly.

When Xiaoxiao ancestors and Wanmotian ancestors were fierce, the other ancestors were not idle. The moment the third king fell, the fourth king also fell.

Although the human race has not fallen, all of them are injured, and the luster of the soul is not as good as before.

And this battle, from the beginning to the present, has only been a short period of thirty breaths of effort.

In such a short period of time, none of the twenty-two rank nine of the human race were intact, and the four kings of the Mo race had fallen, and such a dangerous and fierce battle has never been seen in ages.

Although the Terran side has achieved great results, the situation has taken a turn for the worse.

Not to mention their injuries for the time being, it seems that the protection of Wen Shenlian will not last long. In fact, the protection of this treasure of heaven and earth can last beyond everyone's expectations, even if it collapses the next moment, no one will be surprised.

Coupled with the fact that Xiaoxiao ancestor used the soul thorn three times in succession, the soul was seriously damaged, and the control of Wen Shenlian was not as good as before.

The ancestor of Wan Motian obviously also discovered this, and no longer asked the ancestor of Xiaoxiao to cooperate with him to kill the enemy.

On the side of the human race, there is a risk of collective destruction at any time.

Temporary advantages make it difficult to resolve their crisis at all.

All 9-Rank realize that if they don't quickly break the Black Nest space and get out of trouble, the moment when the protection of Wen Shenlian is broken, it is the moment when they fall.

An elderly man suddenly took a step forward and shouted, "I just said that my right eyelid is twitching non-stop today. It was supposed to be here. If that's the case, then I can only respond to the robbery. Dao brothers, protect the Dharma for me!"

Next to him, Jiupin turned his head to look, his expression changed slightly: "Pingyu..."

"Stop talking nonsense." The old man snorted, "My king, God, focuses on cultivating the physical body, and attacking the soul is not the strength of this old man, so it's not much use to stay, if you can open a way for you fellow Daoist brothers, it's not a waste of life to cultivate. "

This ninth-rank ancestor, who was called Pingyu, was born in Mingwangtian. Here, although his spirit strength is ninth-rank, he is obviously weaker than others, and his attack methods are extremely simple.

In short, such a battlefield is not suitable for him to play, and it is really not much use to stay.

Everyone realized his plan in an instant, and many 9-Ranks looked dim, but they were powerless to stop anything.

The Ninth-Rank who spoke earlier immediately shouted: "Dharma Protector!"

The words fell in a flash, and all the ninth-rank mobilized the soul secret technique and secret treasure, and blasted out.

To the extreme surprise of the Mo clan kings, the attack of the human race was not aimed at them, but slammed into the void somewhere, directly paving a channel in the chaotic battlefield.

The king of the Mo clan finally realized the human race's attempt, and roared in panic: "Hurry up and stop him!"

With an order, more than forty kings bombarded the paved passage, intending to destroy the passage.

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

boom……

When the ninth-grade aura was annihilated, the landslide and tsunami-like divine soul power swept across the four directions, destroying the four poles.

The loud noise spread in this ink nest space, and all the strong people who vibrated were swayed.

At this instant, the Mo clan kings were dazed by the shock, and even the protection outside the Wenshen Lotus was constantly undulating and seemed to be shattered at any time.

All Mo clan kings were stunned.

That ninth-rank human race... actually exploded his soul when he disagreed!

Although the human race is in a bad situation now and is trapped in this black nest space, but after all, they killed the four kings and the strange lotus guardian, and they are not in a desperate situation.

This actually exploded?

What courage it takes to do this.

Human race... as expected!

At the same time, all the ninth-rank races were staring at the sky, and the next moment, everyone's eyes lit up.

Ming Wangtian's spirit self-destruction was not in vain, and a crack was opened in the sky. Although the gap was not large, there were also subtle flaws in the entire sealed ink nest space.

Nine-Rank Kaitian's self-destruction is unimaginable.

When the previous four kings fell, it caused this space to shake, and that was just the aftermath. Now that Ming Wangtian's ancestors have targeted, they immediately tore apart the space in this place.

"Let's go!" Nine Ranks drank low.

If there is a flaw in the blocked space, then there is a way out. How long will it be if we don’t go at this time?

However, before they could make any moves, the counterattacks of the Mo clan kings came frantically, and the kings were not fools, how could they not know the plans of the human race.

If the ninth-rank people of the human race were told to escape, their ambush this time would be a joke.

They ambushed here with more than twice the number, but they killed four kings. Although the human race also fell, it was self-destruction after all, not by their hands.

In an instant, the protection of Wen Shenlian was turbulent, and the ancestors had to resist.

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

This scene made all the 9-Rank look at it with disgust.

No one would have imagined that this space could actually repair itself, and at such a fast speed, in just a split second, the hope of escaping was shattered.

The protective light of Wen Shenlian is already dim and almost invisible. I am afraid that it will be completely broken within five breaths. At that time, without Wen Shenlian's protection, the twenty-one ancestors of the human race will end up worrying.

Maybe they can drag some kings to be buried with them, but the annihilation of the human race's ninth-rank army is already doomed.

...

Just as the ancestors of Ming Wangtian blew themselves up and tore a gap in the Mocha space, in the depths of the far-flung void, in an unknown place where the human race had never set foot, there was a peculiar energy fluctuation, which disrupted countless years of energy. calm.

This fluctuation is extremely weak, it comes and goes quickly, and it disappears 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 man. There is no anger on his body, even his flesh and blood are withered, leaving only a skin and bones.

Anyone who comes here will not feel that he is still alive.

But when he opened his eyes, those eyes burst out with dazzling light like the sun, like two beams of light, penetrating the depths of the darkness, shattering all illusions.

In the next moment, the living dead suddenly burst into laughter. I don't know how many years I haven't spoken. At this moment, the voice is dry and hoarse, which makes it extremely uncomfortable to listen to: "Have you finally waited for a generation of promising juniors?"

He has been sitting here for thousands of years. At the beginning, there were some like-minded people, but the passage of time and the lack of materials caused those 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.

He didn't dare to die easily, and he couldn't leave, otherwise his initial efforts would be in vain.

I don't know how many years have passed, this piece of void has returned to silence, without any waves, but the energy fluctuations in the moment just now gave him a lot of insight.

The descendants of the human race have begun to counterattack, and they have touched the root of the Mo people, otherwise the calm that has lasted for countless thousands of years cannot be broken.

He has waited for the human race generation after generation, waiting for this day for too long, so long that even he will despair.

But today, when this ray of hope appeared in front of him, he smiled so happily.

While laughing, he suddenly stretched out a big hand towards the depths of darkness, and said slowly, "Mo, the ancient supreme, why bother with the younger generation."

When the big hand reached out, it was still skin and bones, but in the blink of an eye, it was full of flesh and blood, and it became crystal clear like jade.

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

Every inch the jade hand moved forward, flesh and blood fell off, and when the jade hand reached the center of the darkness, only the bones were left.

It was this big skeleton hand that stirred up the emptiness of this side.

There was a sharp wave of spiritual thoughts, stronger than Ninth-Rank, and angrily roared: "Cang, you dare to intervene, you are courting death!"

The living dead called Cang chuckled lightly: "I won't kill you, I don't dare to say death easily!"

While speaking, the big hand pressed down sharply.

...

In the Mocha space, the protection of Wen Shenlian is weak and almost transparent.

All the ninth grades are determined to live and die. They know that they have no hope of escaping from this place. As such, they naturally have to kill more kings before dying.

It doesn't matter if they die, and the Mo people can't imagine a better life. Killing one will pay back the money, and killing two will earn blood.

The generation of talents of the human race is stronger than the generation, and without them, more Ninth-Rank will be born to the latecomers.

Xiaoxiao's ancestor is a little regretful, it doesn't matter if she died here, Wen Shenlian is afraid that she will be left here, and I don't know if Yang Xiaozi will blame herself.

It doesn't matter, he's dead, are you still afraid of him to blame?

click...

The broken voice resounded in the depths of everyone's hearts, laughing at the ancestors who sacrificed Wenshenlian, and after 30 breaths, Wenshenlian's protection was finally broken.

All the kings were overjoyed, but soon, their smiles stiffened on their faces, because at the moment when the protection of Wen Shenlian was broken, the ninth-rank Kaitians of the human race took the initiative to kill them, and all of them were fiercely stimulating their souls. Strength, a posture that wants to perish with them.

This made the Mo clan kings very at a loss, and the opponent's posture seemed to be dominated by them.

But after seeing the determination of the ninth-rank self-destructing soul before, the king also knows that these ninth-rank human races are not afraid of death!

"Kill!" A king roared.

Humans are not afraid of death, are they afraid of it!

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

The powerhouses on both sides put their life and death aside at this moment. It is conceivable that in the next battle, there will be many fallen ones.

At this moment, the entire Mocha space suddenly vibrated violently, and the shock was several times more ferocious than the self-destruction of the old ancestor Wang Tian.