In an instant, Wang Lang's spirit was hit by thirteen shocks, with the strength of his spirit, he didn't care about this impact at all, but Lute and the others couldn't stand it, and they held their heads one by one in unbearable pain. This can't be done, if this continues, the apocalypse that he has built up with great difficulty will become a person again.

With a single leap of his body, he jumped into the air, holding the tooth of gluttony and heading towards the Hundred-Eyed clan gathered below. Seeing that Wang Lang was so violent, the Hundred-Eyed Clan led by that leader had to stop the spell in his mouth, and with a wave of his scepter, the group of Hundred-Eyed Clan flashed away. At this time, Wang Lang held the tooth of gluttony and bombarded down, directly blasting a big hole in the ground.

The two flashes made the hundred-eyed clan led by him a big burden, and at this time he already had the idea of retreating.

Wang Lang can't control so much, his berserk time is only ten minutes, and he must deal with this group of hundred-eyed clans in ten minutes or something, otherwise he will be passive. His body was like a jumping ape, and wherever the Hundred-Eyed flickered, his body bombarded. This area was blasted out of countless large holes by him, and if you look at it from above, it is like someone has dug out countless deep pits.

Wang Lang's fierce pursuit made this group of Hundred Eyes Clan full of despair, they were not a race that was good at fighting, if it wasn't for the incomparably strong spirit, they wouldn't even be as good as the Terrans of the same level. At this time, their spiritual impact was ineffective against Wang Lang, and when they launched the spell, Wang Lang's attack was too fast, not giving them time to react at all.

At this time, Wang Lang's heart was also anxious, half of the time of the rage had passed, but these hundred-eyed clans were like monkeys who couldn't touch them, as long as his attack arrived, they would flicker away. At this time, the white-robed hundred-eyed clan led by him kept disturbing him with lightning, although it was not big, it also made him very tired.

Marsat was the leader of the Hundred-Eyed tribe, and he thought that this mission would not be so difficult, as long as he captured the Damo tribe who lived in the mountains and lived hunting. Let them show him the way and find the place where the legendary Supreme Xuanhuang fell, and he will be able to find the blood of Xuanhuang and make a great contribution to the clan.

He didn't want to encounter such a powerful Terran here, he estimated that few people in the clan who came from the wasteland this time could deal with this person. If Xuanhuang's blood is not reached, he will lose his life, and when he thinks of this, he is annoyed. I really shouldn't have come here in the first place, so I let them fight.

Although legend has it that the blood of Xuanhuang can greatly enhance their physique and improve the situation of their clan, which is not good at fighting. It seems that he really shouldn't be greedy for this great achievement, and no amount of Xuanhuang blood is as important as his life.

Wang Lang was already anxious at this time, these hundred-eyed clans were too slippery to catch them, let alone kill them. I can only change my strategy, and hope that the sword energy will work against these monsters.

For a while, Wang Lang jumped into the air, the Wind Xiang Technique was launched, and the shuriken qi shot out, and for a while, the grass and trees on the ground that were shot by his sword qi flew sideways, and the soil surged.

Marsat eagerly launched a few flickerings, and most of his spirit was consumed, and a few of his subordinates around him were accidentally swept by Wang Lang's sword qi, and suddenly turned into a blood mist and disappeared between heaven and earth. He knew that it would not work hard this time, so he immediately said a few words to the subordinates around him, and then, dozens of eyes of these hundred-eyed clans rolled around, looking very flustered.

Marsart, but didn't care about the thoughts of these subordinates, at this time, what he ultimately wanted was that he could live, and nothing else mattered, let alone the lives of these subordinates. Then there was a burst of ghostly light in his fifty eyes, enveloping all the subordinates around him, and the hundreds of eyes of his subordinates did not turn around, and they were stunned.

Bursts of voices like a tide sounded from this heaven and earth, and Wang Lang's intuitive spirit was washed layer by layer, and every time this voice passed, his spirit would weaken a little. At this time, he found that those Iron Eagle Guards with lower strength had begun to age rapidly, and in a few moments, a lot of gray hairs appeared on someone's head.

The sword qi in his hand kept shooting down, but unfortunately, there was like an invisible barrier in front of the Hundred Eyes Clan, constantly consuming his sword qi, and in the end, these sword qi disappeared before they reached them.

Seeing this, Wang Lang shot out his sword qi even harder, and at this time, his sword qi proficiency was rising, but he couldn't care about it so much, as his sword qi was consumed, the impact on the Iron Eagle Guard was also reduced a lot. Obviously, this special attack method of the Hundred Eye Clan can be counteracted by the sword qi.

One by one, Malsat's subordinates fell, because they were summoning the River Styx with their life force, and the attacks sent by the tide of the River Styx were at the cost of their lives, and it was their lives that were consumed by the sword qi. Seeing this, Marsat gritted his teeth and took out the long-cherished seed of life, and with it, the tide of the River Styx became stronger and stronger.

A crack appeared in front of him, and a small white flower floated out of it, one, two, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of them appeared in this heaven and earth. Seeing this, his mood was extremely happy, as soon as the flowers of the River Styx appeared, the heavens and the earth withered away, let the intoxicating flowers take away your lives.

Sauron's face was tired, he was washed by the tide of the Styx just now, although he was not cut off from his lifespan, his mental consumption was extremely great, at this time he now regretted a little, when Wang Lang asked him to choose the bloodline of a divine beast, why did he refuse. And the phantom of the divine beast on the bodies of Root, Montesdan, and Vasily resisted the tide of the Styx, unlike those Iron Eagle Guards who were aging one by one.

The beautiful little flowers that escaped made Sauron's mouth widen and he couldn't speak, and the shock in his heart could no longer be expressed in words. The Hundred-Eyed Clan actually summoned the Flower of the River Styx, something that all the gods feared, and they didn't dare to get contaminated with it, otherwise their lives would disappear with it.

Wang Lang looked at the little flowers one by one, and saw that as long as the beautiful little flowers touched the grass and trees, they withered, and when they touched the land, they were pitch black, emitting bursts of dead air.

"Run, don't let these flowers come close." Wang Lang shouted in mid-air.

It's a pity that most of these Iron Eagle Guards have been cut off one by one, and they have become extremely old men, and their movements are extremely slow, and Wang Lang's shouts can't speed up their slow movements at all.

"Xiao Hei, hurry up and take them away."

As a divine beast, the tide of the Styx River had no effect on Xiao Hei, and he immediately flew to the place where the Iron Eagle Guards gathered, and he didn't care if they would be injured, so he grabbed four or five people with one claw, and grabbed about twenty people with four claws, and flew into the distance.

At this time, the sword qi in Wang Lang's hand shot more and more urgently, but unfortunately, his sword qi could not effectively block this flower that exuded the aura of death. As long as the sword qi touches this flower, it will dissipate along with the white flower, and the number of that flower is boundless.

After a few moments, the ground was a dead land, and the dead ground was expanding faster than Sauron, who was running wild on the ground with men.