In the sky above the Clear Sky Mountain Range, the wings of the flying birds and demon kings spread, and the shadows of the giant wings were immediately obscured, and they flashed through the sky.

With the shocking and frantic eagerness of its owner, the speed suddenly skyrocketed, rolling sound waves, and the clouds and waves rolled backwards.

The large clouds and dark layers flickered, and almost in an instant, the monitoring powerhouses had completely disappeared one after another, and the speed of escape was amazing, and there was not even much left behind them.

Mahal's eyes were cold, and he strode forward, moving sideways without slowness.

After looking up at the distance, he walked straight into the Clear Sky Mountain Range, where the ancient trees were towering and the monster beast breath was rampant.

Kings and the bull-headed strong man hung far behind, trailing forward, unable to keep up for a while, barely being thrown away.

"The strong man of the foreign race, you should retreat quickly, otherwise a catastrophe will come. "Some people were furious and let out angry noises.

The figure is hidden among the thick forests, mountains and rocks, not revealed, and does not even dare to reveal a breath, only the strange sound echoes from everywhere, in all directions, and cannot be captured.

His footsteps paused slightly, his eyes were as cold as cold and extremely cold electricity, he understood all things, and gently raised his sword.

"Whew!"

The sharp sound of the sword whistle broke through the air, rumbled, and the wind spread deeply.

The bright edge, in the boom and explosion, destroyed and decayed, cut tofu as easily, smashed a large tree surrounded by several people, and when the sawdust was splashed, a figure retreated wildly.

The figure of "you" said only one word.

Hearing a snort, the sword light poured down, splitting and shrouding, and immediately burst out a cloud of blood mist, which was instantly strangled by the Star Killing Sword Qi.

There is no room for any reaction, so the dead cannot die again, and there is not half a point left in the bones.

In the darkness, some people are jealous of the cicada, looking at this figure, like ghosts and gods, frightened.

He didn't dare to snoop and scorn any more, and scattered in all directions, and even didn't feel at ease, summoning a demon beast with low wisdom, and rushing around to confuse his vision and slow movements, for fear that Mehal would kill the onlookers one by one with his sword.

The paused footsteps resumed again, and Mehal shuttled forward, with an astonishing speed, approaching the core of the Divine Tilt tribe, and the goal was very clear.

As for the masters of the God-Fallen tribe who fled like a lost dog, they did not attract the attention of Mahal.

The essence blood refined by these people is no more than an ordinary level of spirit refining at best, and for Mahal, it is like pouring a glass of water into the sea, with a slight ripple, which is not worth mentioning.

All the way forward, the road was smooth, and after Maihar killed the master of the Shenling tribe with a sword, the last bit of doubt was directly dispelled, and the people of the Shenling tribe retreated, not even daring to show their faces in front of Maihal.

Occasionally, a demon king and demon beast rushed by angrily and killed Mehar, but was killed by a ruthless and cold sword.

Refining into fly ashes, the corpse does not leave half a point.

In this way, Mehal overcame all the obstacles and fought all the way into the depths of the Clear Sky Mountains, crossing thousands of miles and entering the core area of the Shentian tribe.

When entering the nameless world in the core area of the Divine Tilt Tribe, Mahal paused slightly.

As far as the eye can see, the green mountains and green waters, the sunset sun and pleasant, shining on the vast and fertile land, golden and shining.

There are many unknown species of plants that form an ocean and endless fields.

There are standardized wilderness roads inside, wild monsters, human beings, inhabiting back and forth, sometimes frolicking, angering the beasts, roaring gently, spraying a foul smell.

In the distance, the waterfall and spring on the mountain hang, but there is no rumbling water sound, but there is water wave refraction, the rainbow bridge appears, and it is beautiful.

In such a peaceful scene, it is impossible to ignore the towering strange tribal buildings, lined up one after another, full of wildness and wildness.

The most eye-catching, in the core area of the wild buildings and houses, the weather is myriad, and the light is dark.

A demonic divine pillar that penetrates the clouds, breaks through the sky, and connects directly to the galaxy, stirring the vitality of the eight desolations, and has unpredictable divine power.

Mahal squinted, and for the first time, under this majestic demonic aura, he felt small and humble for no reason, like an ant facing a giant. The feeling is fleeting, and the shattering dissipates. Mahal's eyebrows were calm and firm, and he didn't say that it was just a demonic aura in front of him, even if his master was there, he didn't want to make him bow his head and shake for half a minute.

Striding forward, Mehal melted into the core habitat of the Divine Tilt Tribe, like a bystander, hurrying by. There is no friction and conflict with the people around him, and there is no intersection at all, as an indifferent passerby. No one came to provoke Mehal, and Mahal did not provoke anyone else. However, in the dark, there are still eyes with strong spiritual will, and they are vigilant.

Walking here, he almost walked under the gaze of countless of the strongest people of the Shenling Tribe. Danger and death had already arrived, and even if Mahal caused a wave of earth-shattering destruction in this place, it would be useless. In the face of a tribe's countless hidden elder powerhouses, even if there is no Divine Harmony Realm among them, the terrifying power that erupts is beyond the reach of Maihal or even resists.

Here, the people of the tribe have the confidence, reason and confidence to believe that Mahal has become a turtle in an urn.

If there are no accidents, the strongest in the tribe will appear to deal with this enemy.

In line with what everyone thought, within a moment, the light on the sky dome suddenly became dark and silent, and the great power of heaven and earth came, destroying the world and sinking the world, and the general trend broke the hearts of the people. The black clouds rolled and spread to the surrounding sky, and in the area where Mehal was located, a huge blood-red pupil emerged, with clear blood, and a murderous intent was monstrous, just floating in the air and staring at Mehal coldly.

"This is the Eagle Ancestor who challenged the patriarch to be defeated and disappeared seventy years ago, I can't imagine that it has never really disappeared, but it just closed the entrance of life and death, and concealed it from all of us!"

There is such a strong man, who is almost an old man, and the odds are absolute, shaking the tribe.

"Boom!"

Without saying a word, the black clouds rolled upside down. But I heard a sharp eagle roar slashing through the clear sky, like a heavy hammer slamming into the heart, and slammed it. A huge eagle's head composed of illusory black clouds broke down from the black clouds, and the sections above the eagle's head were completely made of solidified iron and lead black clouds, full of cracks in assembly, but the eyes of the huge eagle's head were like torches, lifelike, and the eagle's beak's sickle-like beak opened fiercely, setting off a strong wind and sunset waves, and suddenly pecked down from the void, rumbling and sonic shock.