Chapter 1191

Bang!

The Eight-Armed Venerable crushed the last cloud of fog with one hand.

The clone of the Dark Mist Disaster Ancestor let out a shrill scream.

And then it disappeared in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, it was suddenly clear.

There was no fog in the entire basin.

Chu Xuan bowed and said, "Thank you, Eight-Armed Venerable, for your help."

The Eight-Armed Venerable shook his head, "No, I should thank you."

He sighed softly, "After reviving, there are only a few things that I can remember at the first time."

"If you hadn't brought my memory crystal, I'm afraid I wouldn't be a match for the clone of the Dark Mist Disaster Ancestor."

"In addition, thank you for reminding me that the Giant Spirit Clan has such unworthy descendants..."

His tone was full of regret.

How did the Giant Spirit Clan become like this?

Chu Xuan talked about the current situation of the Giant Spirit Clan, especially the confrontation between the Red and White Clan.

The Eight-Armed Venerable looked even uglier when he heard this.

Factional conflict will lead to internal friction no matter which tribe it is in, which is the top taboo.

I didn't expect that so many things happened to the Giant Spirit Tribe after his death.

No wonder it is so deteriorating.

"Eight-armed Venerable, can you give this to me?"

Chu Xuan pointed to the remaining mist and asked.

That was the mist core left after the death of the clone of the Dark Mist Disaster Ancestor.

It contains the supreme power of the Dark Mist Avenue.

Eight-armed Venerable hesitated to speak, and after a long time, he said, "The Ancient Emperor forbids the immortal alliance cultivators to practice the Fallen Law. Chu Xuan, my friend, I will pretend that I didn't see what happened today."

"But you must be careful in the future and don't go deeper into the Fallen Way."

"This is a dead end."

He said earnestly.

After speaking, he shook his head and walked out of the basin.

Chu Xuan blinked and immediately accepted the mist core.

At this time, the sound of fighting came from outside.

He was startled and immediately rushed out.

As expected, it should be Quan Tianjun, Yi Tianjun and other members of the Bai clan who fought.

As expected.

He rushed out of the basin and looked down.

He immediately saw Quan Tianjun and Yi Tianjun surrounded by Juqiu and his three companions.

Both sides were evenly matched.

Jutai had already fallen to the ground and was dying.

Daqingjun was roaming on the edge of the battlefield, wanting to intervene, but he couldn't.

After all, he was in the middle stage of Hedao.

Outside, he was indeed a powerful Hedao Tianjun.

But here, his overall strength can only be ranked in the top ten.

Quan Tianjun smashed out a powerful fist, but he could only force Juqiu back a few steps.

After all, they are the Juling clan with extraordinary talents and strong bodies.

They have much greater advantages than the human body refiners who have been cultivated after birth.

Juqiu sneered, "Don't think about it. With us here, not even a fly can fly in!"

"Jufeng has already gone in. The Saint Ancestor Fangfeng will be the first to revive, and the Eight-armed Ancestor is not far from reviving."

"When the Saint Ancestor Fangfeng revives, all of you will be ants that can be crushed to death at will."

Just at this moment.

A powerful breath descended from the sky.

It was like a huge mountain, pressing down on everyone's heart.

"The Ancestor of Disaster is the enemy of all races. How can you revive the Ancestor of Disaster?!"

The voice of the Eight-armed Venerable shook the world.

It made the heads of the three people in Juqiu buzz.

Juqiu suddenly turned around.

Immediately saw the eight-armed giant who stood tall and upright.

He was stunned at first, and then knelt down with a plop.

"Old, old, old... Ancestor!"

The three were very excited.

Although the Red and White series were in opposition.

But the idea of ​​reviving the Eight-armed Venerable was the same.

It's just that the Red series hopes to revive the Eight-armed Venerable with the help of the power of the Immortal Alliance.

The White Sect used the power of the Immortal Sect to revive the Eight-Armed Venerable.

Quan Tianjun, Yi Tianjun, and Daqingjun looked solemn.

What happened.

The Eight-Armed Venerable was actually revived?

Was it done by Jufeng?

Then, Fangfeng Huozu has also revived?

Juqiu said excitedly, "The Eight-Armed Ancestor is revived! Our Juling Clan will once again be among the top powerful clans!"

"Jufeng did it, he did it!"

The other two White Sect Juling Clan members were also excited and danced with joy.

The Eight-Armed Venerable looked straight at them and said coldly, "Jufeng tried to use my remains to become a Venerable."

"Seeing that I have already awakened, he joined forces with the clone of the Nether Mist Huozu to kill me."

"The Jufeng you are talking about is a villain who betrayed his ancestors and his clan! A bad disciple!"

The three Juqiu were originally very happy, but at this moment they were struck by lightning.

What?

Jufeng actually did such a thing?

Eight-armed Venerable continued, "If Chu Xuan hadn't arrived in time, my remains would have been refined by that unworthy descendant of Jufeng and turned into a helper for him to become a Venerable!"

"After my death, the Juling Clan actually fell into your control. I was really blind at the time!"

After he finished the last word, he was furious.

The three people from Juqiu were so scared that they trembled and knelt on their knees with a plop.

Even their necks shrank back.

Quan Tianjun, Yi Tianjun and others looked at each other in shock.

Ah?

We are still fighting here.

I still want to call Chu Xuan for help.

He actually entered the basin in advance and awakened Eight-armed Venerable first? !

Da Qingjun smiled with relief, "Xuan Tianjun is always unexpected."

Quan Tianjun still had a stern face, but couldn't help but admire in his heart, "I really didn't make a mistake in the first place!"

Yitianjun was the happiest one, "You should have said it earlier! If I didn't have to work, I wouldn't have come. It would be nice to take a nap at home."

Chu Xuan stepped into the air and landed beside everyone. He took out a healing pill and slapped it into Jutai's mouth.

Jutai looked at him gratefully, "Xuantianjun, thank you!"

"You awakened the Eight-Armed Ancestor. I, Jutai, will remember this forever!"

Chu Xuan just chuckled and said nothing more.

The Eight-Armed Zun pointed casually, and blood gushed out, tying up the three people from Juqiu tightly.

"Everyone, my Juling clan has fallen to this point, and you are laughing at me."

"Please follow me back to the Mother God Mountain."

"Help me revive. Such a great favor, no matter how generous you are, it is not too much."

The Eight-Armed Zun looked around and tried to speak softly.

However, even if he tried very hard.

Say such words still fiercely.

It's like forcing someone to have a meal at home.

...

The Eight-Armed Zun is resurrected!

This news spread like thunder.

Countless powerful tribes learned about this at the first time, and awe rose in their hearts.

Small and medium-sized tribes got the news a little slower, but they also knew it soon.

Everyone knew that the giant spirit tribe would be the tribe with the Heavenly Lord in the future.

From then on, it surpassed other powerful tribes and became the unique top powerful tribe!

When the Tiandao Immortal Alliance learned about this, it immediately sent an envoy to send gifts to celebrate the revival of the Eight-Armed Lord.

And the news was immediately spread in the areas under the control of the Immortal Alliance.

With the Eight-Armed Lord's support for the Ancient Emperor, there is no doubt that the Eight-Armed Lord must have a very good relationship with the Tiandao Immortal Alliance.

In this way, the giant spirit tribe will naturally turn to the Tiandao Immortal Alliance under the control of the Eight-Armed Lord.

This is a shot in the arm for many small and medium-sized tribes of the vassal Immortal Alliance!

At this moment, Mother God Mountain, Chishan.

Rong Tianzun and Eight-Armed Lord entered the house to reminisce about the past.

Chu Xuan sat cross-legged in his room, looking at the spoils of this battle, and smiled with satisfaction.

The ancestor of trouble personally delivered the express.

Who has such treatment?