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-line immortal army of the Spirit Clan has surrounded the more than two million remaining immortal armies in 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."

"Greetings to 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 of 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 monks were solemn, hanging in the air, staring ahead with cold eyes.

As a colorful glow began to emerge from the clouds, a large area of ​​glow covered the entire sky in the blink of an eye. It was so dense that there was no end in sight. The faces of the four tribes monks on the spine Xuanwu Mountain all changed drastically.

In the front of the glow, there was a golden canopy. Under the canopy, there were eight strange beasts dragging a dragon sedan. On the dragon sedan, the thin body of Wanmu Lingzun was emitting overwhelming spiritual pressure, spreading in all directions.

Around the dragon sedan, there were six Mahayana monks. In addition to the original Jin Shu Niangniang, Poison Fire Patriarch and the Three-Headed God, there were three more people, a charming woman, an old man with white hair and beard and two red horns on his head, and the last one was a scholar with a blurred face.

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

"Red Flower Fire Mother has recovered and come out of retreat. She has also invited her two good friends, Red Horn Saint and Faceless Scholar. The Red Horn and Ghost Face tribes are both affiliated tribes of the Spirit Tribe. However, Red Horn Saint and Faceless Scholar have never obeyed the orders of Ten Thousand Wood Spirit Venerable. The only one they are friends with is Red Flower Fire Mother. Red Flower Fire Mother actually invited these two people." The face of the Golden Eyed Ancestor beside him changed, and he sighed.

"It is rumored that the Red Flower Fire Mother had done a favor to the Red Horned Clan and the Ghost Face Clan in her early years, so the Red Horned Saint and the Faceless Scholar have always owed her a favor. This time, the Spirit Clan launched a massive counterattack, and it seems that the two of them have also placed their bets on the Spirit Clan."

"Look, the scepter in the hands of the Ten Thousand Wood Spiritual Venerable, could it be the legendary Ten Thousand Thunder God Staff?"

"Has the Ten Thousand Thunder God Staff really been refined by him? No wonder he dared to lead the immortal army to kill openly, it seems that he is fearless." The faces of several leaders of the four tribes' immortal armies, led by Bian Wu Yu and others, all became ugly.

The Ten Thousand Wood Spiritual Venerable holding the Ten Thousand Thunder God Staff is enough to resist the Great Spiritual Venerable, and the remaining six Mahayana-level masters are obviously stronger than the four of the four tribes in the North Sky Shattered Realm in terms of number.

In addition, the 30 million elite immortal troops of the Spirit Clan are facing the 10 million immortal troops in the North Sky Shattered Realm. No matter how you look at it, this is an unequal duel.

Many cultivators from the four tribes of Beitian naturally saw all this clearly, and a chill rose in their hearts, and their faces turned pale.

"Huan Tianmou, stop hiding, come out, haven't you been looking for me? Now that I'm here, you still don't come out, are you afraid of fighting?"

After a pause, the Wanmu Lingzu sneered and continued: "If you are afraid, just show up and kneel down to admit your mistakes to me, and release your spiritual sense to let me perform the method of banning gods, and I can let you go. Otherwise, the Beitian Shattered Realm will be a river of blood, and no one will be left alive."

The words of the Wanmu Lingzu exploded in the void like thunder, and were clearly heard by all the cultivators.

Bian Wu Yu and the others all had drastic changes in their faces, and a sense of powerlessness rose in their hearts. In their opinion, as long as Wan Mu Ling Zun could hold back Da Ling Zun, the number of Mahayana cultivators and the number and quality of the immortal army of the four tribes of Bei Tian were far inferior to that of the Ling Clan. This battle would end in defeat.

"Oh, Wan Qingtong, do you really think that you can suppress me by refining the Chaos Divine Stone into the eighth-level immortal treasure Wan Lei Shen Zhang?" Above the void, in front of the four Mahayana cultivators of Bei Tian, ​​the void suddenly cracked, and two figures and a spirit beast that looked like a big black dog walked out of it.

It was Huan Ling Zun, Lei Lin and Xiao Hei. Lei Lin and Xiao Hei were also shocked when they saw the posture of the opposite Ling Clan. The 30 million Ling Clan army covered the entire sky, and this was only a part of it. It was at least tens of thousands of miles.

Especially the Wan Mu Ling Zun and the six Mahayana cultivators at the front, the breath exuded by each of them made them feel a little breathless.

At this time, Huanling Zun seemed to have noticed something, and a more shocking pressure swept across. Lei Lin and Xiao Hei also felt the huge pressure released and suddenly became relaxed.

"Haha, Huan Tianmou, I really didn't expect that you, who had self-destructed your sea of ​​qi and had a disordered consciousness, would not only recover from your injuries, but also go one step further and perfect the prophecy rules. This really caught me off guard. If it were ten thousand years ago, I would naturally not be your opponent, but today, with this Ten Thousand Thunder God Staff, I can definitely suppress you. Of course, I am compassionate and don't want to commit too many sins. As long as Fellow Daoist Huan is willing, I am willing to shake hands with Fellow Daoist Huan, and your human race will also get the respect and resources they deserve."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Huanling Zun showed a surprised expression.

"Can you give up the Northern Sky Region?"

"This may not be impossible to negotiate. To the north of the Holy Bone Land, the only real spiritual lands for cultivation are the Northern Sky Region and the Xuanhuang Region. The Bone Clan was originally just a small tribe with a handful of ears. They condensed spirits from their bones. With the help of the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, countless lives fell and turned into mountains of corpses, and they have developed to the present stage. Whether in terms of foundation or endowment, they are far inferior to the Spirit Clan and the Human Race. As long as Fellow Daoist Huan is willing to make peace with me, we in the Northern Sky Region will work together to destroy the Bone Clan and occupy the Xuanhuang Region. At that time, even if we give it to Fellow Daoist Huan, it is not impossible to negotiate."

"Haha." Upon hearing this, Huanling Zun actually laughed up to the sky.

The laughter was like thunder, exploding in the void. The cultivators of the four tribes of the North Sky were also somewhat puzzled by Huan Lingzun's laughter. To be honest, when Wan Mu Lingzun lowered his posture, they all thought that his words made sense. If the human race and the spirit race cooperated and jointly destroyed the bone race, wouldn't they be able to obtain a wider area?

You must know that the number of immortal veins in Xuanhuang Realm exceeds that of Beitian Realm.

Otherwise, with the number of bone races, how could seven Mahayana cultivators be born? This actually also represents that the resources of Xuanhuang Realm far exceed those of Beitian Realm.

"Why is Fellow Daoist Huan laughing?" Wan Mu Lingzun's face also darkened, and he said in a deep voice.

"Wan Qingtong, you are too naive. You set a trap and forced me to self-destruct my Dantian. After that, you locked my soul and made me crazy. Today, you still want to make peace with me?"

"So it's this matter. There were many misunderstandings in the past. I will visit you in the future to explain to you. Besides, there are no eternal enemies in this world. When you reach the realm of you and me, the so-called power and interests are nothing but clouds. You and I ultimately 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." Wan Mu Ling Zun was smiling, and there was no seriousness of the confrontation between the two armies.

But his words made Xiao Lin and Lin Xueying, who were far away, feel quite reasonable.

At the same time, Xiao Lin also secretly admired Wan Mu Ling Zun. Being able to be so shameless is really incomparable to ordinary people.

In fact, Xiao Lin also understood that even if Wanmu Lingzun held the Wanlei God Staff, he had no confidence in defeating Huanlingzun. The only thing he could do was to use the Wanlei God Staff to contain Huanlingzun and let the Ling clan army completely destroy the Beitian Four Clans Army.

At that time, Huanlingzun would be helpless, and if he really angered the Ling clan, the Ling clan army would continue to advance northward. Even if they killed all the races in Beitian Shattered Realm, it would not be difficult. At that time, even if Huanlingzun could defeat Wanmu Lingzun, it would be meaningless.

But if Huanlingzun was really forced to go crazy, an angry Great Lingzun would be enough to kill all the Ling clan. In this way, the Bone Clan of Xuanhuang Domain would benefit in the end.

This is also the fundamental reason why Wanmu Lingzun was so submissive and kept persuading.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated Huanlingzun and his perfect prophecy rules.