With the words of the Great Wizard, everyone's eyes were all on Nianchen.

It's just that there are no more than a thousand people now, but only the Miao Jiang Wu Clan, Qi Zamo, a few Jindan monks and ten Yanhuang members remain.

Nian Chen and the Great Wizard looked at each other, and did not answer, but used their spiritual power to sound a voice in the Soul Consciousness Sea:

"Brother Zhong, are you really not sure of defeating this person at all?"

Zhong Mubai's voice sounded: "Boy, what qualifications do you have to be called a brother and sister to this seat?"

Nian Chen was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "Nima, when is it, can you tell the point!"

Zhong Mubai: "Don't dream, this old guy is in the late stage of Yuanying, and your body plus Rending can give full play to the strength of Yuanying at most, and he can only be killed by him in seconds when he moves, not to mention ......"

"What's more, I'll wipe it after you're done!"

Nian Chen saw that the Great Wizard's eyes gradually became cold, and he was almost dying.

Zhong Mubai also felt the anxiety in Nianchen's heart, and hurriedly answered the main question:

"This seat has sensed that even if this old guy is here, he will be able to activate the Moro Clan Great Array and destroy any strong enemy!"

"He's right, even if it's a group of god-transforming monks, in front of this ancient killing array, they can only be killed in seconds!"

Nian Chen finally despaired.

The Monk of the Gods, that's already a legendary figure.

In today's end-of-law world, Yuanying Monk is already at the pinnacle.

As for the gods, they are just legends that appeared in ancient times.

After a while, Nianchen's face became flat, and his heart was no longer turbulent.

At this time, life and death are no longer the most important things.

Nian Chen stared at the Great Wizard and asked rhetorically, "Are you a Moro Clan?"

Miraculously, the Great Wizard not only did not get angry, but also nodded slightly: "The old man is the Great Witch of the Moro Clan!"

"Where's my fiancée?"

Nianchen asked again.

The great wizard was slightly stunned: "The kid is presumptuous, where is your fiancée, how does the old man know ......"

At this time, Qi Zamo, who had already come to the front of the crowd of the Miaojiang Wu Clan, bowed down and said: "Master Wizard, this kid's name is Nianchen, and the fiancée in his mouth is our Moro Clan Holy Daughter, Zahayunna!"

The Great Wizard finally nodded abruptly:

"It turns out that this kid is the person Zahayunna has always been obsessed with!"

"Hmph, just a human race, you are also worthy of marrying my Moro Holy Clan!"

Nian Chen's face was still flat, and he asked again, "Where is my fiancée?"

The Great Wizard's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Don't worry, the old man will let you meet!"

"Do you know why the old man didn't go all out just now and leave you dozen guys behind?"

Nian Chen shook his head.

"Because, the person who can take one-tenth of the old man's strength attack is not bad, and it also happens to be the top sacrifice used on the Witch Festival Day!"

The Great Wizard directly stated the reason, not at all worried that the group would be dying and struggling to resist.

Because all this, in the face of absolute strength, seems futile.

And Nianchen's words were beyond the expectations of the great wizard: "Then what are you waiting for, take us back to the Moro tribe!"

"Don't you resist, aren't you afraid of death?"

The Grand Wizard asked in some surprise.

"I want to see my fiancée now more than die!"

Nian Chen replied calmly.

The great wizard nodded slightly: "Very good, just rush at your boy's persistence, and the old man will fulfill your wishes!"

Immediately, the Great Wizard swept his gaze to a group of Jindan monks and Yanhuang members: "Are you obediently following the old man, or do you want to suffer some hardships?"

Wan Liutang glanced at Nianchen, and then showed a wry smile:

"I, a member of Yanhuang, will never leave my companion behind, since Nian Chen automatically went to the Moro Clan, we will naturally go with him!"

At this time, several other Jindan monks, including two blonde, blue-eyed, high-nosed Westerners, suddenly shot out in different directions.

More than ten meters away, except for the two Westerners, the other Jindan monks all sacrificed their flying magic weapons and strode up.

The two Westerners, on the other hand, let out two wolf-like roars, their clothes were torn, and thick stiff hairs grew all over their bodies, and their speed suddenly increased tenfold......

Seeing this scene, the great wizard in the air seemed unhurried, and raised a yellowed and simple talisman in his hand slightly.

Hula!

The entire gourd-shaped canyon was suddenly shrouded in a five-colored light.

Meng Hetang, who was the fastest, was caught off guard, and when he stepped on the flying magic weapon, he crashed into the formation light curtain.

Whew!

More than a dozen golden arcs of lightning shot out from the formation light curtain!

Meng Hetang only had time to let out a half-exclamation, and even the person with the flying magic weapon fell straight from the sky.

In other directions, another Dongsheng Hall Jindan monk, as well as two Westerners, were also shot by the thunder arc that ejected from the light curtain!

Two Westerners with their upper bodies already turned into wolves, their hair standing on end, and puffs of green smoke rising from their bodies, twitching stiffly on the ground.

"Orc bloodline madness...... Well, kind of interesting!"

"This kind of blood-thirsty sacrifice is exactly what I need most on the day of the Moro Witch Festival!"

The Great Wizard of the Air, looking at the two Westerners, had an extremely satisfied expression on his face.

Throughout, the Grand Wizard was not surprised by the escape of these men, and it was clear that everything was under control.

And in the sea of soul consciousness of the year, Zhong Mubai's exclamation sounded:

"Zixiao God Thunder...... This is something that is also terrifying in the Xuanhuang Realm, I didn't expect that in this end world, there is such a pure Zixiao Divine Thunder, what an ancient killing array!"

Nian Chen smiled bitterly and resounded in the soul consciousness sea: "When is it, you still have the heart to sigh here!"

"Hehe, this seat is very similar to your kid, you are not afraid of death, this seat has already died once, what is there to be afraid of!"

Hearing Zhong Mubai say this, Nian Chen secretly felt bitter in his heart.

It seems that this time it is really dead.

The killer weapon that I rely on the most has been admitted, where is there a chance to turn over!

At this time, the Great Wizard in the air raised his hand and shot out four identical things, which looked a bit like longevity locks.

"Yang Shouyi, bring this heart-piercing lock to these guys!"

Yang Shouyi respectfully took the strange-shaped magic weapon, and walked to Tumeng Hetang, who was scorched black by the thunder arc, and two Westerners, each with a lock around their necks.

The Great Wizard of the Sky is a little more ......

Four tricks shoot at the Heart-Piercing Lock.

The next moment, the locks around the necks of the four people suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Locked by the heart lock, the old man only needs to move his mind, and it will make your life worse than death!"

"If there is any change in the future, the old man will let you taste it!"