Yang Yu's eyes turned cold.

In his field of vision, the Fengyun Hall and his party confronted thousands of remnants of the desolation.

There are only more than ten people in the Fengyun Palace, but it obviously has an absolute advantage. The remnants of the desolation glared at them angrily, their eyes about to erupt with fire.

At the feet of the Fengyun Hall and his party, there were already piles of small mountains of yuan jade, and even many spirit jades, and of course, a few corpses of the remnants of the flood desolation.

That Mo Qilang smiled with a smile on his face, pointed at Yuan Yu and said: "Is there really nothing? I don't believe it, if it's just that, then I'm going to kill a lot, it's just that, then how many people do I have to kill? a hundred? Two hundred? Forget it, you are not very human, then a thousand, how about it?"

Mo Qilang spoke very slowly, and this short paragraph lasted for a long time, although there was a gap in the intonation of the language, but it was still barely understood.

Suddenly, the remnants cursed, and a group of men were filled with righteous indignation, one of them, a tall, muscular man, who even far surpassed Yang Ding, came out of the crowd, holding a rusty iron sword, his eyes were red, and he roared towards Mo Qilang, and several people next to him couldn't stop him.

This man is agile and powerful, although he has not cultivated his true qi, he is obviously stronger than Yang Ding.

However, not to mention Mo Qilang, even the current Yang Yu can easily defeat him.

Yang Yu's strength couldn't deal with these people at all, so it was impossible to overcome the people of the Fengyun Hall to rescue these remnants of the desolation, so he could only endure it.

That man couldn't be Mo Qilang's opponent, Mo Qilang just waved his hand, and a surging true air flow hit the man's chest, and with a bang, the man's chest sank, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew back, and fell back to the remnants of the flood with a snap, and the iron sword in his hand fell to the riverbank.

When the remnants of the flood desolation saw this man's miserable appearance, their faces were full of despair, the most powerful warrior of their tribe was killed by the other party casually. So what hope do they have?

Mo Qilang laughed and continued, "How is it? Have you decided? Do you hand it over yourself, or will I kill all of you and search it out of your house?"

The remnants of the flood desolation are full of sorrow, they can't die anymore, especially the elite warriors, if these warriors die, then they simply don't have the ability to survive in this land surrounded by demon beasts.

Several old men walked out, and they knelt in front of everyone in the Fengyun Temple, telling them that their tribe's divine stones were all here, but if they still needed it, they could dig in the ore veins.

Mo Qilang smiled and said: "There are still ore veins? Haha, I should have known that there were ore veins here, otherwise why would you filthy things have so many yuan jade? and knock it into such a ghostly look? Haha, brothers, let's dig up the yuan jade! Old man, you lead the way! By the way, bring me all the strong men in your clan and dig them desperately for Lao Tzu! If you don't go, I will kill whoever you don't go!"

Several old men looked at each other, and finally had to reluctantly agree, compared to Yuanyu, the lives of the people in their clan were the most important.

Greeting all the adult men in the Shang clan, bringing some tools, the group of thousands of people was escorted away like prisoners by more than ten guys from the Fengyun Palace.

Yang went ashore, saw the iron sword on the riverbank, gathered it in the mustard seeds, and followed them from a distance.

Faced with this situation, he didn't know what to do, after all, his strength was not comparable to the other party, everything was a floating cloud, and he could only take one step at a time.

He must save the remnants of the desolation, not only because he wants to watch the Heavenly Monument here, but also because he feels that he has a responsibility to protect a weak race and maintain their right to survive.

If the people of the Fengyun Hall left after digging up the Yuanyu, Yang Yu would not clash with them, but if they were cruel and greedy, although Yang Yu could not defeat them, he would have to do whatever he said.

This group of people, in the realm of Tiandan, is only Mo Qilang, and in the Di Dan, Yang Yu estimates that there are two or three people, and the others are all human Dan masters, if Yang Yu becomes an immortal body, his combat power can already reach the level of Di Dan, and only by avoiding Mo Qilang, there is still a little threat to them.

However, when it comes to Rendan, everyone has inherited magical powers, and if they fight, it may not be clear.

Soon they came to a mountain range, which coiled most of the Xuanhuang tribe like a snake, and those large and small Yuanyu veins were also distributed in this mountain range.

Seeing this huge treasure house presented in front of his eyes, Mo Qilang couldn't help laughing wildly, and several senior brothers around him also laughed loudly, and immediately, they loudly ordered the remnants of the flood desolation to dig up the Yuanyu, and thousands of people walked densely into one of the veins of this mountain range, enduring the shame, waving their arms.

And the people of the Fengyun Hall were guarding this vein, Mo Qilang found a comfortable place to close his eyes and recuperate, and the others punched and kicked the remnants who slowed down from time to time, and several people died in less than a while.

Yang Yu endured the monstrous anger and looked at these people coldly.

One of the Fengyun Hall disciples who killed four or five people in a row, Yang Yu stared at him firmly, and not long after, he suddenly said hello to the senior brothers around him, saying to go urinate, Yang Yu turned into a small ball of water and followed him.

Seeing that this disciple had walked to a corner that everyone could not see, Yang Yu sneered in his heart, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

The disciple quickly shook his head and shh

In order to prevent making a sound, he hurriedly caught the man's head, and the blood was left behind.

Yang Yu was able to assassinate a master of the Dan realm under such circumstances, and he was relieved, he really had the talent to be a killer.

Stabilizing the body of this disciple, Yang Yu used the iron sword to dipped the blood on the ground and wrote the words "Xuanwu Palace, death", and then, he put the man's head under the word death, and stabbed the iron sword from the man's neck, all the way to the lower abdomen, leaving a sword hilt outside.

Glancing coldly in the direction where everyone in the Fengyun Hall was, Yang Yu quietly left.

A quarter of an hour later, another disciple who had come to look for his senior brother came here, and when he saw this situation, he immediately let out a scream, and Mo Qilang and the other disciples rushed over one after another, and when they saw this miserable appearance, they all gasped.

One of the disciples had sharp eyes, and at once he saw the words "Xuanwu Palace, death", a thought suddenly appeared in his heart, his face turned pale with fright, and his speech trembled.

At this time, another disciple suddenly screamed, "Senior Brother Mo, isn't this iron sword just in the hands of that savage tribe, that savage who doesn't want to die?"

Mo Qilang's eyes froze, he walked over and pulled the iron sword out of the disciple's body, this iron sword was already covered with blood, and it looked very terrifying.

"It's this. Mo Qilang said lightly.

"How could that sword appear here? Senior Brother Liu is a master of the Human Pill, how could he be killed silently? How strong does that opponent have to be?"

"Killing Senior Brother Liu, is it a warning to us?"

"Why did you write the words 'Xuanwu Palace, death'? How would the opponent know that we are from Xuanwu Palace?"

"Senior brother, the palace master once said that if you leave that area, your life will not be guaranteed......"

At this point, the disciples of the Fengyun Hall in the venue all felt creepy.

Mo Qilang licked his lips and was silent for a moment before he said, "Tell those wild people to speed up." ”

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