With a soft sound, after the fall of this high-ranking saint, the remaining soul exploded directly.

This is...... The soul blew itself up!

Xin You couldn't help but squint his eyes.

This high-ranking saint in the aboriginal camp is really strong, he just died, and he felt that his soul could not escape, so he directly chose to blow himself up!

It was only at this time that Yan Guang, a saint with a soul, turned into a streamer, and it was long overdue.

It's not that he deliberately came late, but because Xin You, a saint in the same time, and Zhong Wuya, a saint in the same space, moved too fast, and he was not very good at speed, and in terms of speed, he couldn't compare with these two at all.

Yan Guang, who rushed to the scene, looked at the void in front of him with a gloomy face.

At this time, another high-ranking saint among the aborigines had already turned into a streamer and rushed out of the range shrouded by the tree realm.

After incarnating into the Tree Realm, because of the dispersion of power, the vines and poisonous mist in the Tree Realm could not prevent this high-ranking saint among the aborigines from leaving.

Rushing out of the Tree Realm with him were several Sages from the aboriginal camp.

As for the saints, almost all the aboriginal powerhouses under the saints were firmly trapped in this tree realm, and only a dozen or so aboriginal powerhouses with excellent luck were rushed out of the range shrouded by the tree realm with those saints.

After escaping from the Tree Realm, whether it was the high-ranking saint among the aborigines or the rest of the aboriginal powerhouses, they all floated more than 1,000 kilometers away from the Tree Realm, and they no longer dared to approach the Tree Realm in front of them.

"Star Lord, what should we do?" The surviving aboriginal powerhouses all looked at the high-ranking saint among the aborigines.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a black sword suit with a hint of vicissitudes on his face, and his whole body exudes a fierce aura.

There were also a number of strong men from the aboriginal camp, turned into streamers, gathered towards this side, and gathered beside this aboriginal high-ranking saint.

After taking a deep look at the area shrouded in gray fog in front of him, the middle-aged aboriginal man had a gloomy face and said in a deep voice: "The rescue operation failed, give up this rescue operation, and everyone go back." ”

"However, not only Siyi City is trapped, but we also have thousands of clansmen trapped here, and once we give up the rescue, they will all die!" A mid-ranking saint from the aboriginal camp spoke with some hesitation.

The other aboriginal powerhouses also looked at the middle-aged man in a black sword suit with red eyes.

"Star Lord! Let's fight! The people can't just die for nothing, we have to make the Chosen ones pay for it! "There are strong people in the aboriginal camp, and they even took the initiative to stand up, and they asked for war with excitement.

"Fight! Star Lord! "Please, the sound of war is coming and going.

Even those who didn't say anything looked at this aboriginal high-ranking saint with a look of anticipation.

I have to say that in this chaotic sea of stars, although these aborigines are extremely xenophobic, they are very united internally.

The middle-aged man had a face as hard as iron and stone, ignoring the repeated calls for battle, he looked around at the famous clan in front of him, and said coldly: "I said, giving up this rescue operation is not only my decision, but also the decision of the entire Purple Star Palace, and it is also the decision of the Han Sheng!" Anyone who disobeys this order will be punished as treason! ”

And at this time, in the tree realm, in the gray mist.

After Xin You replenished his energy through the blood of gods and demons, he took the little red dragon and continued to be a hunter in the gray tree realm, killing these aboriginal powerhouses trapped in the poisonous mist in the most efficient way.

If the faction is different, it is the enemy, and he will not have any compassion when dealing with the enemy.

What he needs to do now is to race against time to kill, and harvest as many special permission points as possible and as quickly as possible.

According to his speculation, the second wave of attacks organized by the aboriginal camp will come soon, so there is not much time left for him to brush up his points.

Not only him, but also Yan Guang, Zhong Wuya and other two saints, also held the same view as him, and they were also in this gray tree realm, frantically harvesting the lives of those aboriginal powerhouses trapped here.

Even the peak saint who condensed this tree realm did not let his guard down, and the roots of those big trees that had been extracted from the primeval-level super city protection array below still did not take root again.

However, 10 seconds passed, 20 seconds passed, and the next wave of attacks from the aboriginal side that Xin You had expected still did not come.

Could it be that the aboriginal camp has already given up on their people and given up this rescue? Xin You withdrew his time power from the little red dragon, turned his head a little puzzled, and looked at the sky beside him.

At this time, the killing of Xin You and the other three saints had ended, and there was no longer a living aboriginal powerhouse in the gray tree realm.

In a sense, Xin You is the biggest winner in this battle, because his killing efficiency is the highest, and the number of aboriginal powerhouses killed by him is the largest.

Even the Saint Mitian re-rooted the roots of those big trees in the Tree Realm into the pale golden light shield that represented the Ancient Super Protector Array, and continued to try to break the formation.

Xin You, who had nothing to do, floated above the gray tree realm and began to wait.

As time passed bit by bit, Xin You found that the entire tree realm was faintly trembling, and the trembling became more and more obvious.

No, it's not that the tree realm is trembling, it's the pale golden shroud beneath the tree that is trembling, and it's becoming more and more unstable as time goes by.

About 4 minutes later, a small white and crystal flower appeared in Xin You's ears out of thin air, and then bloomed silently.

The voice belonging to the saint Mitian sounded in Xin You's ears: "In another 30 seconds, the large array below will be forcibly broken, and at that time, you and Zhong Wuya will be responsible for imprisoning the actions of that aboriginal high-ranking saint, Qinglong will be responsible for attacking, and Yan Guang will be responsible for ingesting souls, this time, I hope you can cooperate a little better, I don't want the situation like last time to happen again." ”

"I understand." Xin You nodded.

Xin You, who was in a state of slow time, his thinking speed was far beyond that of ordinary people, and in the flash of his mind, he immediately launched an invitation to Yan Guang, a median saint more than ten kilometers away, in the form of divine consciousness transmission: "Yan Sheng, you can act with me, so that we can rush to the battlefield together." ”

Soon, the median sage Yan Guang replied to him in the same way.