"Haha...... As long as it is something that is looked at by our master, it is strange that you can protect it. It's better to die and honestly give Lao Tzu a good fight. When Qi Qi saw the treasure, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he was happy. Even the Djinn Eight Treasure Hammer swung more powerfully.

"The little cubs of the Amazing Hung have come to the gourd. ”

The rise of the Yin Owl Harvest.

In Yin Wuyu's eyes, these Yin Spirits are not just Yin Souls. They are still an elixir, an elixir to improve one's cultivation. They just happened to have cultivated the Yun Shen Jue, and it was the time when they urgently needed the Yun Shen Pill.

Crocodile One, Rhino Zaiyu, Feng Changsheng, and Lan Caiyu stepped up their attacks, just to drag the Yin Soul and facilitate Mo Xiaochuan's actions.

"Untouchables, get out of here. "In addition to Wushan, Wulun, the second master of the Wushan clan, broke free from the shackles of the Qianyin Hu, and instantly appeared in front of the treasure secret land, and as soon as he fell his hand, he wanted to swing away Mo Xiaochuan.

"You, not enough to see. ”

Mo Xiaochuan said indifferently.

The Great Mudra of the Great Desolation fell from the sky, grabbing Ulun in his hand, no matter how Ulun struggled, it was difficult to escape from Mo Xiaochuan's palm.

"Patriarch Wushan, the strength of this group of Hongmeng cheap dogs is too strong, and besides, there are some magic weapons that specifically restrain our Yin Spirit, our Wushan tribe is not an opponent, and we will quickly send a message to the Yunbo tribe and ask for their support. ”

"I believe that they will be very interested in the living Hongmeng untouchables. ”

Ulun exhausted his strength to feed, but he still couldn't catch it, he knew that he was completely finished, so he transmitted the sound to Osan through the Yin Spirit Fluctuation.

At the same time, he also secretly accumulated energy and prepared to blow up his ghost.

Even if he dies, he can't let these Hongmeng pariahs get advantaged.

However, Mo Xiaochuan will become his chance.

The answer is clearly no.

At the end of the Ulen Ghost Transmission, just as he was about to blow himself up.

Mo Xiaochuan's big mudra, squeezing it hard, Ulun is yin soul was directly pinched and exploded, and then, Mo Xiaochuan was thrown into the Mixed Yuan Supreme Ding.

"The great mudra of the flood has made a comeback. ”

Mo Xiaochuan pinched a few tricks in a row, and the two Great Handprints of the Flood Desolation were generated again, and then the location of the protective barrier was torn apart.

The collection of tens of thousands of years of the Osan tribe has all been revealed to the world.

"Hongmeng Yuanjing?!" Sure enough, Mo Xiaochuan's eyes were straight.

Any other heavenly treasures are not placed in Mo Xiaochuan's eyes, and Mo Xiaochuan only has Hongmeng Yuanjing in his eyes.

In the collection of the Wushan tribe, the Hongmeng Yuanjing alone is no less than one million.

Moreover, there is not even a low-grade Hongmeng Yuanjing, and they all start with the medium-grade Hongmeng Yuanjing.

No wonder, no wonder, he and Lan Caiyu and others joined forces to search, and the Hongmeng Yuanjing they found was pitiful. It turned out that most of them had been collected by the Wushan tribe.

Mo Xiaochuan gasped for a moment, and the big handprint of the flood wilderness was directly pocketed, and all the treasures of the Wushan tribe were collected by Mo Xiaochuan.

"Whew-"

All the yin souls of the Wushan tribe had red eyes, and the violent anger and cold soul thorns formed a violent storm in the blink of an eye, directly submerging Mo Xiaochuan and the others.

"Don't hide, let's do it quickly. In the midst of the storm, Mo Xiaochuan said in a deep voice.

After speaking, the Honghuang Damudra directly covered Wushan inside, and then dragged it into the Mixed Yuan Supreme Ding.

"I have sent a message to the Yunbo tribe, you can't escape, the Yunbo tribe is strong, you will never understand, the Yunbo tribe will definitely avenge us. Osan finally roared.

Naturally, they didn't care about Ossan's roar. They only cared about Mo Xiaochuan's orders.

"Okay-" Qi Qi and the others put away their magic weapons, and then, each of them sacrificed a magic weapon in the shape of a jade bottle, this magic weapon has a low-grade innate spirit weapon grade, which is a magic weapon specially refined by Mo Xiaochuan for them to ingest yin souls.

The magic weapon was exhausted, and for a while, like cutting leeks, one stubble after another of the yin spirits were ingested.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of thousands of Yin Spirits were ingested.

The sky lit up all at once.

Seeing this, the remaining ghosts panicked and fled frantically.

"It's too late to leave at this time. Mo Xiaochuan said, the Mixed Yuan Supreme Ding was even more crazy, and in a moment, none of the Yin Souls of the Wushan Clan could escape.

"I knew this earlier, and I just took them all down. It's a good village, but now, there is not even a building where you can rest. ”

Mo Xiaochuan looked at the empty venue, quite helpless.

"Hey...... Master, you pretend. Qi Qi transferred the yin soul in his jade bottle to the Mixed Yuan Supreme Ding, looked at Mo Xiaochuan with a smile and said.

"Haha...... You can see this, okay, I won't pretend to be your master today, everyone take a rest, I'll refine the pill first. ”

Mo Xiaochuan got nearly one million Hongmeng Yuan Crystals at once, as well as countless heavenly and earthly treasures, spiritual treasure fragments, and his heart was extremely happy. After resting on both sides, Mo Xiaochuan refined a total of tens of thousands of Soul Containing Pills.

Then, Qi Qi and the others each distributed some pills, and everyone consolidated the "Soul Containing Formula". Once again, their primordial spirits have been greatly improved.

"Master, do we still want to search the battlefield of gods and demons in the same way as before?" everyone took their work, and Qi Qi asked.

"Naturally, before, didn't we also search for a lot of Hongmeng Yuanjing ourselves? Although they searched out most of the Hongmeng Yuanjing, some were buried in the depths of the battlefield. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. It's not a good habit to waste. ”

Mo Xiaochuan replied with a smile.

They are about 160,000 miles away from Mo Xiaochuan, there is a vast cloud wave, above the smoke wave, there are suspended palaces, the color of the palace, with black and gray as the main tone.

Around the smoke waves, black brilliance appeared and disappeared from time to time, but it was a protective formation.

The protective formation is facing the place where the main hall is located, and the four glittering characters of "Yunbo Holy Land" are suspended in the air, full of endless majesty.

"Patriarch, patriarch......"

Yun Wei, the patriarch of the Yunbo tribe, was meditating in the palace when he was suddenly awakened by a loud noise.

Yun Wei's brows furrowed slightly.

He could hear it, it was the voice of Yun Hai, the Great Elder of the Yunbo Clan.

The sea of clouds is also a high-level soul cultivator who can be reborn in the flesh by half a step.

Moreover, the soul cultivation is already heavy and stable, what is it that makes Yunhai so frizzy, could it be that the Black Earth Tribe and the Yunbo Tribe are at war?

Hmph, I really thought that our Yunbo tribe was easy to bully, it turned out that they were in the same vein as them, and they didn't kill each other, who knew that they were so uninteresting.

Black Thousand Old Thief, if you are devoured, I am afraid that Lao Tzu will be able to reverse the body with his soul body, and at that time, the entire sacred battlefield will also have a place for me.

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