Teleportation is a magical power that can only be used by cultivating above the Divine Realm, and this magical power is more powerful than the teleportation formation, allowing people to reach thousands of miles away in an instant.

In the eyes of the Bai Xuan Patriarch, Su Chuan was still attacking his poison god one second, and the next moment he had already appeared behind him, which had already surpassed the limit of speed.

The only way to do this is the legendary art of teleportation.

Teleportation...... Heh, that's a magical power that can only be used by masters of the God Refining Realm, how could I be. ”

Hearing the words of the Bai Xuan Patriarch, Su Chuan smiled, and immediately let go of his body, revealing a teleportation formation behind him that exuded a dark aura!

This is Su Chuan's method.

The Arrangement Instant Teleportation Formation appeared after the Patriarch Bai Xuan, and killed him with the power of thunder!

Now it has created the illusion of teleportation, as for the scene that the patriarch of Bai Xuan saw that Su Chuan was attacking the poison god, it was just an afterimage left by Su Chuan's speed too fast and the effect of his phantom array!

All of that is an illusion!

Looking at the teleportation array behind Su Chuan, the Bai Xuan Patriarch suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, the matter had come to this, he knew that the Bai Xuan Clan had failed!

This time, they were completely defeated, not only did they not subdue the black-clothed clan, but they wiped out their entire clan!

"You...... You...... Providence!"

The Bai Xuan patriarch sighed, and at the moment when Su Chuan pulled out the Heavenly Dragon Spear, the Bai Xuan patriarch sprayed out again with flesh and blood, turning into a rain of blood.

And then he was out of breath!

As soon as this person died, the figure of the poisonous god gradually dissipated, this is the secret technique of the Bai Qiang tribe, and it is inseparable from the patriarch of the Bai Karma clan.

Su Chuan's expression was calm, he wiped the blood stains from the Heavenly Dragon Spear, and then his gaze fell on the battlefield of the earth.

At this moment, it has become a one-sided situation.

The loss of the high priest and the patriarch is like losing the faith, and the people of the Baiqi tribe have lost their last fighting power.

When the fighting spirit dissipated, all that remained was to be slaughtered, and after a few moments, the remaining thousands of disciples seemed to react from the fear of the death of the high priest and patriarch.

At this moment, he was frightened and chose to flee backwards desperately!

Whether it was the remaining few Earth Martial Realm masters or disciples, even the beast spirits belonging to the Bai Xuan Clan were all frightened and fled.

Tens of thousands of Baiqi disciples receded like a tide, but they did not have the order of the tide, and the messy formation made them lose their only resistance.

This is the defeat of the army!

"Kill me, I can't let anyone go!"

In the void, there was a loud roar from Mu Donglai, and as soon as it came out, it immediately set off the roar of the black-clothed people.

The remaining 8,000 clansmen, only 6,000 at the moment, are these 6,000 people, with extremely crazy killing intent, with blood and bones, and with the belief of avenging their relatives, chasing after the fleeing Baiqi people.

The White Clan killed so many of them, how could they let him escape!

"Kill!"

"I can't let any of them go, kill them all for me!"

A roar came out, turning into a sky of sword light and blood, and a final killing was repeated in this chase.

The sword light and sword shadow, blood splashed everywhere, and the screams were shocking.

At this time, the Black-Clad Clan will not be merciful!

As for Su Chuan, he no longer cares about the situation on the field, and at this moment, it is a foregone conclusion.

Everything that happened at this time can be said to be because of Su Chuan.

Kill the five Heavenly Spirit Realm masters of Bai Xuanwu with his own strength, kill the patriarch priest, turn the tide, and save the black-clothed clan!

But he, instead of excitement and excitement, more of it, just heaviness.

Looking at the mess of the black-clothed city, looking at the corpses everywhere, looking at the endless demon beasts, and looking at the rivers of blood.

Su Chuan didn't seem excited, and he wouldn't be excited.

What is war for, what is killing for, and what is monasticism for?

Is it aggression, is it protection, or is it seeking immortality?

Su Chuan's eyes flickered, and the scenes of the past appeared in front of him, making him choose to be silent.

After a moment, there was a flash of inspiration in his eyes, and he seemed to have an answer.

"From now on, I will not let anyone around me be harmed!"

Su Chuan muttered, his answer is to guard, everything is for protection.

Whether it is his parents, or Lin Xue, or Sun Ao, Sun Hong, what they do is to protect.

Such as the Battle of the Dark Moon, such as the Ghost God Valley defeating the God Fire Sect, such as the current Black Cloth Clan and the White Clan, they are also guards.

This is true regardless of position, right or wrong.

Only when one's own strength is strong, and only when others dare not infringe, can we protect our homeland, protect our relatives, protect our friends, and protect ourselves.

Cultivation is for protection!

The slaughter of the White Clan did not end until noon, and when the remaining six thousand black-clothed people returned to the city, they did not erupt in earth-shattering cheers.

Everyone chose to remain silent in the same way.

In this submission, there will be no winner, even if they turn defeat into victory and destroy the white tribe, there will be no winner.

The black-clothed clan has sacrificed too much, their family members are not there, their friends are not there, their children are not there, once they surrender, no complete home still exists.

Of the 30,000 tribesmen, there are only 6,000 left at this time, and there are only about 1,000 beast spirits left.

Such consumption is unbearable for any family.

Perhaps from now on, the black-clothed clan will only be reduced to a low-level clan, and they can only survive in this tragic world of rules.

Mu Donglai's hands were stained with blood, his whole body was scarred, and he looked at the ruins around him, leaving blood and tears.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and walked towards the silent Su Chuan.

"Lord, on behalf of all the clansmen in black, thank you for the rescue, my black-clothed clan will go to the soup for the Lord, and I will never give up!"

Mu Donglai respectfully bowed to Su Chuan, this time, he chose to kneel on his knees, and this time he worshipped, he really regarded Su Chuan as the lord of the black-clothed clan.

"The black-clothed clan is grateful to the Lord for his rescue, and my black-clothed clan will go to the soup for the Lord, and I will not give up my death!"

All the people in black knelt on their knees and bowed respectfully to Su Chuan!

The voice came out, turning into the most extreme bleakness!

"Get up. Su Chuan, who was silent, glanced at everyone, then waved his hand and said, "Clean up the battlefield!"

Su Chuan gave an order, and then led by Mu Donglai to the mansion where the patriarch lived.

This place is the interior of the Black-clothed City, relatively speaking, it is relatively intact, and Su Chuan temporarily settled here.

The post-war clean-up work lasted for half a month, and even though the city was restored, it was not as prosperous as it was at the beginning.

Su Chuan also stayed in this black-clothed city for half a month!

In the past half month, in addition to investigating the recovery of the Black Clothes City, he was looking for news about the ancient tree.

It wasn't until this day that he walked out of the house.