Sudden changes caused a fierce battle to come, and both sides retreated.

Han Gu frowned, looking coldly, "Fox Mei, what are you doing?"

"This kid is not confused by me at all!" Hu Mei gritted her teeth, her beautiful face slightly twisted, and she looked ferocious.

The man with a knife sneered, and a mockery appeared on his face, "The evil way is ultimately vulnerable!"

"What did you say!" Fox Mei screamed with a cold murderous intent on her face.

The man with a knife was not afraid to look at him, and the sword lights were endless in the depths of his eyes.

"Okay, shut up!" Han Guli shouted, his eyes falling down, "If you dare to kill the monks under our clan, you will definitely die. No one can save you!"

"Han Gu, give him to me, I must let him die in the most painful torture!" The fox spoke coldly, his pretty face full of murderous intent.

Han Gu thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, I'll give you another chance, or I'll take action myself."

"Don't worry, there will be no more accidents this time." Hu Mei took a deep breath, her chest was tall and tense as if it was about to break out of silk, and the scale was extremely considerable.

She reached out to Mo Yu, "I originally wanted to have fun with you, but since you are looking for death, I will help you!" The extremely coquettish woman reached out and grabbed her, her face suddenly turned pale, and at the same time a black seed appeared in her hand.

Fox Mei raised her hand and threw it forward, shouting sweetly: "Take your soul as the soil, plant flowers to bury the soul. The day when the flowers bloom is the time when the soul is destroyed!"

Buzz —

The void trembled slightly, and this kind of snail suddenly disappeared and appeared again, and it was already in Mo Yu's soul space. When it touched the hot attribute aura, this kind of snail suddenly turned into a swallowing beast, crazily absorbing his soul power, and the seed performance began to appear countless stripes.

With a "crack", the seeds burst and a tiny seedling bud appeared, but the devouring power emitted was even more terrifying.

Mo Yu's soul was hard to control himself at all. He was terrifyingly woven into the soul-burning flower.

This object suddenly grew rapidly, and soon the second, third, and fourth leaves were born... A budded bone gradually appeared in the grass leaves and gradually grew, but when it was about to bloom, there were cracks on the bones and then exploded.

The terrifying destructive power instantly tore Mo Yu's soul space to pieces and destroy everything...

The fox smiled grimly on her face. She got the flower of the Soul Burial. She had achieved something after years of hard work. She naturally knew its terror. This kid would definitely die!

But at this moment, her face suddenly froze, and her eyes widened, and she showed endless horror.

Mo Yu opened his eyes, looked at her, and said lightly: "The power of illusion is very powerful. I almost thought that I was really dead."

"But everything is over!"

He felt a move in his heart, and a vague "crack" sound was heard in his ears. The fox screamed and spewed out a piece of blood. His face turned pale, his breath became extremely weak, and his eyes showed deep resentment.

"What!" Han Gu's face also changed drastically. It seemed that his eyes showed a solemn look for the first time. Even he was quite afraid of the charming flower of the soul. Unexpectedly, Mo Yu could crack it and even make it backfire.

You know, although this is an illusion, when it reaches a certain level, it is enough to make people believe it. At that time, as long as the consciousness thinks that it is dead, it will really die.

Mo Yu looked calm, glanced at him here, and turned around and headed straight for the man with a knife on his back.

Han Gu's face changed slightly, but before he could react, Sang Xiaotian shouted and entangled him directly.

The man with a knife looked at his approaching figure, his eyes contracted sharply, and a hint of fear arose in his heart.

This feeling in the past only appeared in monks who were much stronger than him.

But in just a moment, the fear in his eyes disappeared, and instead a sense of madness surged.

"The Seventh Knife!"

"kill!"

boom--

A black sword light shot out, emitting endless tragic momentum, as if to destroy everything!

puff--

The man with his mouth squirted out blood, and the man with his back swayed. If he hadn't his will was firm enough, he would have fallen down and the crazy meaning in his eyes became even stronger!

This sword attack, hurting himself before hurting others, has exceeded his strongest explosion limit. He doesn't know what kind of power it can have. So at this moment, the man with a sword opened his eyes widened and looked forward.

Mo Yu suddenly raised his hand, and a sound of tooth-sourcing friction came from the space. The destructive sword light shot out was forced to be imprisoned in mid-air by an invisible force.

A slight "click" sounded and collapsed with a loud bang.

The man with a knife suddenly widened his eyes, revealing an incredible look. At this time, Mo Yu's body exuded momentum and suddenly rose to the level of the ultimate powerhouse in the imperial level, which was comparable to Sang Xiaotian and Han Gu.

This incident immediately made all the monks who witnessed this scene unable to help but open their mouths.

Golmud arrived a little late because of treating Sang Jin's injuries. When he saw this, a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. Fortunately, he did not continue to be an enemy of Mo Yu before, otherwise he would have to humiliate himself!

If he really angered him, it would be impossible to lose his life.

You know, although he can burst out the power of an extremely powerful emperor, the gap with this realm is still huge!

boom--

With a loud noise, the fierce fighting figures separated backwards.

Han Gu looked shocked and angry. He never expected that Mo Yu had such strength. Two of the three accidentally fell down, and only he was safe and sound.

When he watched Mo Yu walk towards Sang Xiaotian, his face suddenly turned black and endless anger surged in his eyes. Although he had many tricks, he still had no chance of winning against two cultivators of the same level!

Sang Xiaotian's face showed a deep meaning, "The great priest hides so deeply."

Mo Yu smiled, "Everyone has some secrets."

"That's right." Shenshen looked at it, Sang Xiaotian suddenly smiled, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "Let's take action together and take him down?"

"good!"

Seeing the two reached an agreement in a blink of an eye, Han Gu's face became even more ugly, and his eyes were full of anger and reluctance.

...

Outside the Heiman Tribe City, two monks were standing cross-legged on an ancient tree, with a chessboard in the middle, and the two monks fell to the side.

At this moment, the young man holding a black spoiled eyes flashed, and he showed a faint look of surprise, and then he smiled and said, "Something happened."

He looks handsome, and deep in his narrow eyes, there seems to be a sea of ​​blood surging.

The young man Baizi frowned and then returned to calm down. "It was their carelessness. The ancient land of creeping tigers and hidden dragons can't be able to surround them with such cultivation."

"Hehe, aren't you going to take action?"

The young man Baizi smiled and said, "Play chess."

The person on the other side curled his lips and showed disdain.

...

"Are you from the Tianxing Tribe?" Sang Jin looked surprised and his eyes fell on a simple token in Han Gu's hand, with a look of fear hidden in his eyes.

When the other Black Barbarian tribes heard this, they were all despised and looked extremely shocked.

Han Gu's face was as dark as iron, and he said coldly: "Hmph! Who dares to forge the Tianxing Order?"

Although he scared everyone in the Heiman tribe, he had no joy in his heart, but only depressed.

I finally had the opportunity to show my face in front of an adult. I wanted to complete the task cleanly and leave a good impression on the adult. Who would have thought that this would be the result?

When Han Gu's face was hot when he thought that he was forced to suppress others with his identity.

It's embarrassing! It's really embarrassing!

I think he is a monk from the Abi Realm and a well-known master in the ancient land. He actually suffered a great loss in this remote place. What kind of face does he have if he spread it in the future!

As soon as he thought of this, Han Gu's hatred suddenly erupted, and his eyes were cold on Mo Yu.

It’s all because of this kid, otherwise he wouldn’t have fallen to this point!

With a finger, he said coldly: "I want to capture this person. Your Hei Barbarian Tribe is really going to stop him?"

Sang Xiaotian's face changed drastically. Although he had thought of this situation, it still felt extremely difficult to happen.

Mo Yu is a tribe priest. If he retreats in this matter, wouldn’t he be ridiculed? But the Tianxing tribe opposite him is really an enemy of it, and the entire tribe may suffer a catastrophe!

Seeing that his face was gloomy and sunny, the old men of the clan were frightened, fearing that he would make a decision on impulse.

"Clan leader! The overall situation is the most important thing!" The first clan elder spoke in a deep voice. Although he did not express it, his meaning was clear.

As he spoke, the other clan elders didn't care about being reserved anymore.

"No matter what, Mo Yu is an outsider. Does the patriarch want to destroy my entire tribe for him?"

"Who dares to protect him again is not unrighteous, but the situation is ineffective!"

"A high priest is a false position after all, and he has not made any contribution to the tribe yet. As long as the clan leader takes back Mo Yu's identity, he will naturally have nothing to do with my Heiman tribe."

"Clan leader quickly decide not to ruin the inheritance of my tribe for an outsider!"

These clan elders believed that Mo Yu was doomed and spoke without any concealment at this moment.

Except for the Sangdu, the old man from the Seventh clan, who showed embarrassment and smiled bitterly and helplessly, the rest of the people were completely guilty.

It is no wonder that they are not familiar with Mo Yu, so they naturally have no desire to maintain their support. When they endanger the tribe, they will naturally push him forward.

Sang Xiaotian had a gloomy face and said nothing, but his silence was actually a choice.

He glanced at his daughter in the crowd, smiled bitterly, and turned around and said, "The Great Sacrifice... Fellow Daoist Mo Yu..."

Mo Yu raised his hand and stopped his next words, and said lightly: "I understand that there is no need for the patriarch to speak."

His eyes swept over the elders of the First Clan and others, "Start immediately, I will leave the Black Barbarian Tribe and have nothing to do with it."

A faint coldness appeared in the plain voice. Although he didn't care much about being pushed away without hesitation, he really didn't like it!

All the clan elders who were attracted by Mo Yu turned red on their faces and a hint of embarrassment surged in their hearts. But soon, they suppressed their emotions and calmed their faces because they felt that they were doing this for the tribe!

"Hehe!" Han Gu sneered, not without sarcastic meaning, "Those who know the current affairs are good men, not bad!"

He turned his head and his eyes were cold, "Now, I see what other means do you have! Even the extreme emperor-level strongman will die today!"

boom--

The powerful aura burst out, pushing his body into a phantom, and instantly swept over.

Raise your hand and the murderous intent is overwhelming!

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Chapter completed!