The clans affiliated to the gods are definitely not to offend for those of them who are mostly in the sixth and seventh grade.

The six figures appeared in front of you, each figure was shining with dazzling light, and released extremely strong pressure and momentum.

In the face of such glory, all members of all the tribes present must lower their heads and be respectful.

However, there are still ethnic groups that are brave... or unwilling to accept it.

It is the Black Hawk and Lijiao tribe who have arrived at the cave behind the tombstone.

At this moment, members of their team were gritting their teeth and looking up at the six figures appearing in the sky, and did not retreat like the teams of other ethnic groups.

Because... they are unwilling to give up!

They were the first to discover these twelve tombs. The peerless treasures were right in front of them, and they were unwilling to retreat just like this!

Everything should be done first and then. There are only six members of the Tiansha clan, and they are late. Why should I give them all the treasures in the twelve tombs?

"Um?"

In the air, the handsome male monk saw the Black Hawk and Lijiao tribe team standing in front of the two caves and squinted his eyes slightly.

In his pupils, fierce murderous intent burst out.

"I will give you another chance at most and retreat immediately, otherwise... I will kill you all." The male cultivator said in a cold voice.

As soon as these words came out, a faint light shone on his forehead.

Among the two teams on the ground, the leader of the Black Hawk clan's forces was shocked.

At this moment, it finally woke up.

To have conflicts with a tribe of the Tiansha clan, it is equivalent to seeking death!

How could they compete for the ranks of fourth or above and belong to the tribe of gods?!

The leader of the Black Eagle clan's forces stopped insisting, glanced at the many subordinates behind him, and spoke in a low voice: "Retreat immediately..."

This time, the Black Hawk clan forces also retreated.

In front of the cave behind the twelve tombstones, only the team of the Lijiao tribe remains, but has not left.

The leader of the Lijiao tribe gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and the curved corners above his head were shining with a cold light.

"It seems that you don't want to survive anymore." The male cultivator in the air raised his lips and showed a cold smile.

"Kill them, don't waste time."

At this time, a female cultivator behind the male cultivator spoke, her tone was casual, as if she was ordering to do something insignificant.

"Yes, Senior Sister Zhixi."

The male cultivator responded respectfully, then looked at the group of Lijiao monks below, with cold eyes.

He flipped his right hand and a token appeared in his hand.

"The Palace Burning Order, the Sword!"

"bass!"

As soon as the token light flashed, a ball of magic like flame could disperse in the sky!

This group of magic can directly bombard the monks of the Lijiao clan below!

The faces of many monks of the Lijiao tribe changed drastically, and they let out a roar, and immediately released their own breath!

"Boom boom boom..."

Their bodies exploded, their strong muscles tensed, releasing a powerful protective energy!

At the same time, spears appeared in their hands, as if they wanted to fight back.

"boom!"

However, when the magic above hits them, their faces change.

"Bang……"

The protective energy they propped up collapsed almost instantly!

And this magic energy also contains a devastating aura!

This is not obvious from the surface!

“Ahhhh…”

Yuan Chi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the hundreds of creatures of the lower tribes retreating to the distance, his eyes lit up, and he nodded, "It's worthy of being Senior Sister Zhixi. I understand. Now I'll catch a few scapegoats right now!"
Chapter completed!