A figure suspended in the air above the gourd-shaped canyon.

That's right, it's a volley.

There is no flying magic weapon, and it flies directly in the flesh.

This is an ability that belongs only to the Yuan Infant Monk!

The Miao Jiang Wu clan below, as well as Qi Zamo, under the leadership of Yang Shouyi, bowed deeply to the figures in the air one by one: "Welcome to the wizard!"

Nian Chen looked at the figure.

He was very old, with a thin and slender body, and his face was like the bark of a dead tree, and his face was full of wrinkles.

However, it is such a crumbling figure, as if a gust of wind can blow it away, but it gives people the urge to kneel down and worship......

This is the strength that belongs to the Yuan Infant Monk.

Just the invisible momentum revealed from his body formed an irresistible coercion.

This is also the first time that Nianchen has seen a living infant monster!

In the sea of soul consciousness, Zhong Mubai's disdainful voice sounded:

"Phew, just a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, you can be the king and hegemon in this ghost place!"

Nian Chen used his mental power and asked Zhong Mubai: "Can you defeat this old guy?"

Zhong Mubai's voice instantly became embarrassed:

"Ahem...... Although this seat was at its peak, it was a replenishment of the Great Heavenly Venerable who could kill the monks of the Mahayana period in seconds, but now it is only a remnant soul, and your mana cultivation is too weak to exert this Heavenly Venerable at all......

"Don't talk nonsense, just say if you can beat this person!"

Nian Chen unceremoniously interrupted this guy's pretense.

"Can't!"

This time, Zhong Mubai answered very simply.

Nianchen's heart couldn't help but sink slightly.

Even Zhong Mubai can't deal with it, so he can't even count himself as an ant.

And the year confirmed that this great wizard is definitely from the Moro tribe.

At this time, Meng Hetang of the Dongsheng Hall clenched his fists towards the great wizard in the air, and said with a respectful face:

"Junior Dongsheng Hall Meng Hetang, meet the Great Wizard!"

The Great Wizard looked at Meng Hetang with a cloudy gaze: "Even the people from the Dongsheng Palace, why don't you go to my Moro Clan with those two Yuanying Cultivators?"

Meng Hetang explained with a wry smile: "The juniors and others are very lowly regardless of their strength and status, how can they be qualified to visit the Holy Clan!"

The great wizard snorted: "Why does the old man think that your Dongsheng Hall has other plans?"

Meng Hetang's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly laughed a few times: "Ahem, senior, you misunderstood...... senior"

The Grand Wizard shook Mai lightly:

"Hmph, misunderstanding? The old man is not a man of his own words!"

"Do you know how the two Yuan Infant Stage Monks in your Dongsheng Palace, as well as the ten Jindan Great Perfection Monks, are doing now?"

Hearing this, a bad feeling rose in Meng Hetang's heart......

"Seniors, they're not...... Didn't you visit the Moro?"

Meng Hetang's voice was already trembling.

Meng Hetang understood very well that in front of the Yuan Infant Monk, there was no difference between himself and the ants.

It's like how I feel when I face a Qi Cultivator!

The Great Wizard sneered a few times:

"Visit, but in the eyes of the old man, those guys are blatantly running to my Moro tribe to show off their strength!"

"They thought that two late Yuan Infant cultivators, plus ten Jindan Great Perfections, even if they turned their faces, they would be enough to crush my entire Moro clan!"

"I have to say that Dongsheng Hall is indeed powerful, and the monks of the late Yuan Infant are two of them when they are dispatched, but it's a pity that ......"

"What they provoke is the descendants of the ancient witch barbarians with pure blood!"

"And in this Imperial Dragon Mountain Range, not to mention the Yuanying Cultivators, even if a group of god-transforming powerhouses come to attack, the old man will let them have no return!"

Meng Hetang's face became more and more pale with the words of the Great Wizard.

Even, this Jindan monk has lost even the courage to defend himself!

"Seniors, then they ...... now"

The Great Wizard looked up at the sky with an indifferent face: "Since it is sent to the door, of course the old man will not waste it, with this group of majestic sacrifices, the blood pool is almost full, so I will send you to ...... Sacrifice!"

The voice did not fall......

The Great Wizard suddenly pressed down with both hands!

It's this virtual one-touch......

Except for the Miao Jiang Wu Clan and Qi Zamo below, everyone felt a terrifying pressure at the same time, like ten thousand peaks falling from the sky, and the pressure came!

"Not good!"

While Nian Chen exclaimed in his mouth, the powerful body and the mana in his body were running wildly......

At the same time, Zhong Mubai's remnant soul did not hesitate to open the illusion of the Heaven and Earth Oven!

Nianchen's figure, although it was a little difficult, still moved forcibly to Zheng Tiandiao, Lian Songwen and a group of foundation-building qi cultivators, and then roared:

Kill!

Boom Boom Boom ......

The fist shadows in the sky slammed out into the air, intertwining into a large net of fist shadows, enveloping all the Yanhuang members outside of Wanliutang below.

At the same time.

The Jindan monks from other directions also launched counterattacks and defenses.

As for the Qi Cultivation Foundation Cultivator, under this terrifying pressure, he didn't even have the strength to resist......

A dull boom resounded around the canyon.

The moment the hundreds of fist shadows of Nian Chen collapsed and dispersed, they also shattered this coercion in the air.

The members of Yan Huang who were shrouded in the shadow of the fist were also able to save their lives.

In other directions, Wanliutang, Jiangtu, Meng Hetang and another Dongshengdian Jindan monk, as well as two Western powerhouses with powerful breaths, also broke through the shroud of terror and coercion and were able to save their lives.

However, the hundreds of Qi Refining Foundation Cultivators of various forces, large and small, did not have this kind of good luck.

One after another, like a lit cannonball, continuously exploded into pieces of blood mist!

In the canyon, it instantly became a human purgatory, and the sky was filled with blood mist......

The next moment, that mysterious devouring aura reappeared.

All the blood mist vanished without a trace.

It's just that the hundreds of sacrifices this time didn't make even one more word of the Ten Thousand Poison Witch Sutra on the cliff.

Instead, the entire projection wall suddenly magically disappeared!

The voice of the Great Wizard sounded faintly in the air:

"Well, that's right, these hundreds of sacrifices really filled the blood pool again!"

"The remaining dozen or so sacrifices, the old man just happens to be of great use!"

The voice of the Great Wizard, without a trace of emotion, as if killing hundreds of people was like killing a chicken to him, which was not surprising.

However, Wan Liutang and the other surviving Jindan monks were shocked one by one.

Things have gone far beyond their imagination.

The so-called immortal fate turned out to be a conspiracy that lasted for thousands of years.

And the Miao Jiang Wu clan of the 100,000 mountains also seems to have another identity background that is unknown to everyone.

As for Zheng Tiandiao, Lian Songwen and Qiu Ming, who were protected by Nianchen, and other Qi cultivation foundation cultivators, they were already dumbfounded!

Only Nianchen, because he already had a guess in his heart, he was relatively calm.

And at this time, the Great Wizard's gaze also happened to look towards Nianchen:

"Boy, you plundered my Moro sacrifices?"