"Boom!" The gate fence of the ancient tribe shattered suddenly, and I saw a figure flying out of the sky, wearing black armor, and a pair of black eyes stared at the ruthless arrow in mid-air like the speed of light through the light cluster, and the sky resounded with that heart-rending sound, revealing unwillingness, fear, and even sadness and desolation.

"Xin'er ......" Sima Zhao roared in the sky, the sound was very majestic like a tiger descending the mountain, the sound wave swept out like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, the sharp tone was extremely harsh, and the cultivation of the Kaiyang Realm exploded, some people near him suddenly spurted blood from their ears, and the whole person fell weakly, and the seven orifices bled to death, even if Mo Li was standing in the distance, his eardrums rumbled, and he was deaf for a moment, but his heart was suddenly filled with a deep crisis.

"Mo Li !!" Sima Zhao's voice was poignant, exuding an endless hatred and madness, and even carrying an unprecedented anger, after the Kaiyang Realm cultivation broke out, it turned into a series of afterimages, raging from all directions, raising his hands into palms, wanting to smash him alive!

"I'm going to drain your soul and refine your soul and sacrifice my son's spirit in the sky!!"

"Boom!!" At the moment when the countless afterimages were unified, there was an extremely thin figure holding a cane flying up from another direction, and had the most violent collision with it, the nearby houses were shot down by the afterwave, and collapsed in an instant, and even the nearby hills were turned into powder in this crazy collision, you can imagine the horror of this offensive!

"Li'er!" The corners of Mo Yi's mouth in the regression overflowed with blood, his hair was fluffy, his hair was messy, he looked at it with a kind face, revealing endless love, and there were countless shocks and questions in his heart, he didn't expect that this seemingly thin Mo Li could break his seal, what kind of force could make him so crazy, and what was even more shocking was that he was able to kill Sima Xin in a life-and-death struggle, this is not only a matter of strength, but also a contest of determination and ruthlessness, and it is obvious that he has really entered the actual combat from training！

"Mo Yi'er, how dare you protect him?" Sima Zhao gritted his teeth and stared at him, his eyes seemed to reveal endless anger, and his resentful eyes stared at Mo Li.

"Sima Zhao's heart, everyone knows that if you dare to provoke a clan war, you are not afraid of being punished by heaven in the future!" Mo Yi said coldly with a cane, while his left palm protected Mo Li behind him.

"Heaven's curse, the old man is heaven's curse, destroy your whole clan tonight, sue my clan spirit!"

Sima Zhao's voice spread like rolling thunder in all directions, and then a fierce battle suddenly came from the Desolate Ancient Tribe, and at this moment, Sima Zhao's momentum also changed abruptly in an instant, from the original momentum to become more fluctuating.

"This is ......" Mo Yi's face changed drastically, his left palm patted, Mo Li's figure flew to the ground flutteringly, and then his hands changed unpredictably, casting an extremely cumbersome and mysterious seal, and his right palm also slapped suddenly, only to see that the dormant python on his arm was hissing as if resurrected, and it changed into a python with a height of a hundred feet around Mo Yi.

"Kill!!" Sima Zhao roared angrily, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly submerged from the early stage of the Kaiyang Realm to the middle of the Kaiyang Realm like a rising tide, and his body was full of endless power, as if he could control a world with a grip of his palm, as if he could pick the stars and catch the moon, and he was endlessly strong!

"Whoa!" Sima Zhao took the lead in launching, and the whole person was like an ethereal and illusory phantom, and he shot into a fist, and the fist was monstrous, attacking him.

"Drink!" Mo Yi shouted again and again, and the whole person did not retreat, but advanced, and the python painted by the brute pattern let out a violent roar, spitting out the snake core, and engaged in the most tragic battle, until the sky was dark, the sun and moon were silent, and the nearby peaks were all turned to powder, and even the void where they were became as fragile as paper, making a crisp sound.

Mo Li was stunned, his body quickly rushed into the tribe, and he took out a few pills from the medicine jar on his waist and took them down, but what shocked his heart was that there were corpses everywhere, horizontal and vertical, houses collapsed, ruins and broken walls, shattered, and even limbs were broken, discarded everywhere, and among them were the most people of the clan, it is conceivable that there must have been an extremely tragic battle here before, which made Mo Li feel like a wrench.

The dreams in my mind came one by one, and the scene in the dream was the same as here today, is this a coincidence or an inevitability?

"Bang bang bang!!" There was a fierce fight in the broken house in the distance, Mo Li pulled out his knife without saying a word, and the whole person rushed into the door like an arrow from the string.

"Boom!"

There was a sonorous sound in the house again, and the blood in the sky splashed on the window paper, and after half a quarter of an hour, Mo Li walked out of the house, his hair was scattered, his face was covered with blood, his own blood, and the blood of the enemy, and his beast clothes also became broken, ragged, with dozens of knife marks on it, the reckless rush just now almost made him be unimaginably killed, there were three blood condensation in it, the enemy of the seventh layer was besieging the clansmen, if it were not for the help of the blood pupil at the critical moment, I am afraid that the murder would be more auspicious, although they were killed, even so, there were dozens of deep wounds on the body, blood gurgling, bloodstained, and he held the corpse of his clan tightly in both hands and placed it outside the door, as everyone was waiting for their triumphant return.

Mo Li held the matching knife, stepping on the corpse step by step, the matching knife in his hand made a clanging sound, and his heart was full of sorrow, as if his blood was being drained in his body little by little.

"Kill!" Several figures rushed out of another house, and without saying a word, they slashed again with their blades, their red faces revealing endless madness, and a trace of cruel excitement and pleasure.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

Immersed in sorrow, Mo Li instantly waved the matching knife, and the qi and blood in his body were frantically poured into the hilt of the knife along with his operation, and the brute technique of slashing the sky and the earth was sacrificed again, making a slight clicking sound like cutting melons, and then the figures who rushed to kill stagnated, and the blood in the neck shot out wildly, and the crazy pupils were full of fear, they didn't know when the clansmen of this desolate ancient tribe had such a powerful person, but now they don't need him to think about it, and they are pouring down.

Mo Li put away his sword and stood, his eyes did not look at them from beginning to end, and he staggered forward again, his back gradually blurred, and occasionally an enemy would come out and be slashed by him with a thunderous force, and then walked again......