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The valley's protective formation was broken immediately.The formation that could block Dou Zhuan Realm could not block the attack of a monk from Tai Xuan Realm.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky as the light shield shattered and the valley was completely exposed.

"Give it to me, no chickens or dogs will be spared." Wei Qianmo said coldly.

When the more than 100 monks heard the words, they immediately swarmed forward. The aura of the magic weapon flickered between the sky and the earth, and the terrifying power swept down like a storm.

In the face of such an attack, the entire valley would be leveled.

However, before those attacks fell, a huge Tai Chi figure appeared in the sky. All attacks were silently fixed in the sky, as if imprisoned by an invisible force.

At the same time, a young man slowly walked out and stood in the sky.

The attack of hundreds of monks was stopped by one person. The scene was quite terrifying. The monks all looked shocked and found that their magic weapons had been stopped and could not be retrieved.

When he saw the Tai Chi diagram, Wei Qianmo realized something was wrong.Even he couldn't stop the attacks of hundreds of monks. He had never seen such mysterious powers.

Wei Qianmo's pupils shrank and he looked at Mo and asked, "Who are you?"

"Are you in charge?" Mo Wen said calmly.

"Friend, no matter who you are, no matter which tribe you are from, interfering in tribal wars will not end well."

Wei Qianmo said coldly, constantly thinking about the origin of this person in his mind. There seems to be no such person in the 72 Tribe Alliance?The feeling this young man gave him was as deep as the sea, not just a general one.

Could it be an expert from another tribe hiding in the snow?Otherwise he couldn't have known it.

This young man was sitting opposite Hu Luben before, but he didn't pay attention and put all his eyes on Hu Luben.

Only then did I realize that this young man was not simple at all. Could it be that he was a master secretly trained by the Tiger Marting tribe?

"You should first consider whether you will end well."

Mo Wen glanced at Wei Qianmo sarcastically, and with a flash of golden light in his hand, an ancient long sword burning with flames appeared in his hand. A vast and deep terrifying aura emanated from the sword, and the whole world was filled with chills. Shrouded in aura.

"Tian Lingbao!" Wei Qianmo's pupils shrank.This young man actually has a heavenly spirit treasure in his hand. Their Weigui tribe has not had such a peerless treasure for thousands of years.

Hu Luben, who was standing on the mountain peak watching the excitement, also had his eyes fixed. He knew that Mo Wen had Tian Ling Bao, but the Tian Ling Bao he saw last time was obviously not this long sword.But it was a lightning spear. He actually had many such important treasures as Tian Lingbao on his body. No wonder he was not tempted by the dry snake stick at all.This kind of foreign monks is indeed not comparable to monks from these wild lands.

"Starshine!"

Starlights lit up from Mo Wen's body, and those starlights contained extremely terrifying firelight.The yin and yang energy was completely transformed into the energy of the sun, endless flames surged out, and the whole world seemed to be ignited by a golden flame.

Mo Wen was like a god of war in flames. With a casual strike of his sword, the holy fire sword suddenly magnified a thousand times. It seemed to be taller than the mountain peaks, with stars above, and it slashed towards Wei Qianmo.

Wei Qianmo felt that it was difficult to breathe, his body was tense, and his eyes were extremely horrified.There was a faint look of fear.

He didn't dare to take the sword forcefully. The power of that sword was enough to kill him completely.Who is he to be so terrifying!

Wei Qianmo turned pale with fright, and his figure turned into a dark green light and wanted to escape. In an instant, he flew hundreds of miles away from the latest chapter of Onmyoji with Ghost Eyes.

However, the flaming giant sword followed him like a shadow. No matter how far he escaped, the relative distance between the two kept getting closer.

"Your Excellency, please show mercy. If you kill me, you will destroy the alliance's tribal war and you will be sanctioned by the alliance."

Wei Qianmo realized that he couldn't escape, and screamed with a pale face.

He never dreamed that such a terrifying existence was hidden in the Ula tribe.How could that kind of person appear in a small tribe like the Ula tribe.

Mo Wen ignored Wei Qianmo at all, and the holy fire sword continued to pursue him, and then slashed down.

The terrifying attack directly tore off all the protective power on Wei Qianmo's body, and the flaming giant sword suddenly stood on Wei Qianmo's body.

Wei Qianmo roared angrily, that terrifying sword contained unparalleled terrifying power, capable of destroying his body, organs, tissues, flesh and blood... inch by inch and turning them into ashes.Even if his soul doesn't escape in time, it will most likely turn into nothingness under the terrifying power.

He must not let such an attack hit him completely, otherwise he would lose half his life even if he didn't die.

"Damn it, Wei Gui has a variety of tricks."

Wei Qianmo roared angrily, and streaks of dark green mist emerged from his body. As the mist changed, Wei Qianmo's body also changed. In the end, it seemed as if it was completely atomized, and it changed like the thick fog, always changing. There is no one stereotype.

The Holy Fire Sword fell head-on, slashing at the mist.

I saw the mist contracting and expanding suddenly, stretching and contracting, as if it wanted to remove the power from the Holy Fire Sword.

However, the power on the Holy Fire Sword is so terrifying, how can it be removed by just removing it? The dark green thick fog is constantly getting smaller and turned into ashes under the power of the Holy Fire Sword.

"I can't block even a single move. Brother Mo Wen's cultivation seems to be much higher."

There was also shock in Hu Luben's eyes. His cultivation level was similar to that of Wei Qianmo, and he thought he could be ranked at the forefront in the early stage of Taixuan, but Mo Wen's casual sword still gave him a deep shock.

"Kai Qianmo's Wei Ghost Tribe Technique is a good magical power to save lives. It's a pity that when you encounter a monk like Mo Wen, the gap is too big, and you probably won't be able to escape this disaster."

Hu Luben shook his head. This time the Weigui Tribe was in trouble. Who would have thought that the Wula Tribe could be related to such a terrifying monk?If he hadn't met Mo Wen at the Shangyang leader, he might have been kept in the dark.

The dark green thick fog kept changing, getting smaller and smaller while resisting the Holy Fire Sword. After a sword passed, the size of the thick fog was less than one-tenth of its original size.

The dense fog twisted, and Wei Qianmo's figure emerged from it again. He looked pale and depressed.

That sword almost cut off the vitality in his body. If Wei Gui's Baibian method wasn't good at saving his life, he would have died under that sword.

"Your Excellency, spare your life."

Wei Qianmo begged in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was feeling in his heart at this moment. He wanted to slap himself and scold himself for being stupid.There must be a reason why a small tribe like the Ula tribe dared to kill his son at will. However, he didn't find out and instead led his men to kill him aggressively.

He should have sensed something was wrong when he met Hu Lunbo and Shi Ran sitting in the Ula tribe just now. Unfortunately, his preconceptions prevented him from taking the Ula tribe seriously at all. The latest chapter of Xuanhuang Zhenren.

Mo Wen had no expression on his face and swung out another sword, completely ignoring Wei Qianmo's begging for mercy. The terrifying giant sword swept across again, seeming to tear the world apart.

"no, do not want……"

Wei Qianmo screamed, the terror in his eyes was extremely high, and he ran away like crazy. The first sword almost killed him, but he couldn't stop the second sword at all.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain. The holy fire sword passed by, and Wei Qianmo's atomized body was completely turned into ashes.

A ray of ink light flew out from the ashes and fled in a panic, not choosing the right path.

But the huge black ice hand seemed to have been waiting in front of him for a long time, and it grasped the soul in one hand. The terrifying cold air spread from the palm, freezing Wei Qianmo's soul in an instant.

Mo Wen stretched out his hand and the black ice hand quietly collapsed, and the ice-sealed soul fell into his hand.

The Yuan Shen was only two inches tall, and his appearance was exactly the same as that of Wei Qianmo. The only difference was that the Yuan Shen was not wearing clothes and was sealed in black crystals. His face was stiff, and there was deep fear and despair in his eyes.

Mo Wen casually put Wei Qianmo's soul into the medicine spirit ring. This kind of soul from Taixuan Realm monks is a rare thing. Some evil monks like to use the soul to refine treasures, puppets, and even pills.

Of course, Mo Wen would not learn those evil methods, but if the soul of a Taixuan Realm monk is sold to others, it can be sold at a high price. Even if it is not sold, it can be eaten by the remnant soul of the Ancient Sky Serpent.

Here Mo Wen put away Wei Qianmo's soul, but over there the Wula tribe fell into an unparalleled shock.

With one move, Wei Qianmo was so frightened that he ran away and almost died. With two moves, he completely killed a Taixuan Realm monk. His body and soul were destroyed, and even his soul was captured.

The monks of the Ula tribe all felt like they were in a dream. When did those Taixuan realm monks, who were usually as powerful as gods, become so fragile?That kind of crushing with absolute power was too shocking.

Zha Manhan stared blankly at the young figure in the sky, his lips trembling slightly. What kind of existence was that?

Zaguli clenched her fists tightly, with infinite light in her eyes. That majestic figure was deeply imprinted in her heart.She clenched her fists with all her strength. If she had such power, would her tribe still be bullied by others?Will her life be interfered with by others and prevent her from being able to control herself?Will anyone still look down on them?

At this time, Zaguli had a raging fire in her heart. If she wanted to become stronger, she must become a strong person like Mo Wen.

Although Hu Luben had long known how terrifying Mo Wen was, he still couldn't help but tremble in his soul and feel uncomfortable all over.What a cultivator fears most is that his soul will be caught by others, which would be worse than death.

Don't ask, is he a monk from the late Taixuan period?Ordinary monks in the middle stage of Taixuan cannot be so terrifying.

The monks from the Weigui tribe stood frozen on the spot, their faces ashen, in disbelief, panic, fear, despair, hesitation...

The patriarch died in the hands of others in a few seconds. They had never felt so powerless and insignificant.