Chapter 379

made everyone's bodies tremble. After a moment of silence, the other six people all said in unison, "Yes, seven people are united, and their profits are gold!"

As these words were slowly spoken, many strong people below also shouted, and all kinds of weapons waved in the sky to demonstrate against the warriors of the eight extraterritorial clans led by Zhao Wanglang on the opposite side.

Just when Zhao Wanglang was about to give the order to attack, in a certain space in the sky, suddenly bursts of devastating fluctuations came, and a space suddenly exploded, and the figure of an old man was thrown out of the space in a very embarrassed way. Everyone looked over in unison, and the primordial Guli powerhouses let out an exclamation, "It's actually Lord Water God!"

The water god stood up from the place where he landed in embarrassment, his breath was weak, obviously the injury was not light, he was a little surprised to look at the countless strong people who suddenly appeared in the field, the momentum at this moment was completely different from just now, whether it was the number or quality of the strong people was many times more than just now, so that he was stunned for a while, and he didn't know how to ask, but a Taichu Guli powerhouse under the water god ran over quickly, and asked, "Lord Water God, how is the battle going?" As soon as this question came out, countless eyes were shot over, although the success or failure here is irrelevant, but it is always a lottery, if one side loses, it is always a bad sign. The water god was asked like this, and then he reacted, and shouted loudly at the heaven and earth, "Tianxuan has been killed by me, and the primordial Gu Li is strong and victorious!"

"Okay!" bursts of cheers came out of the mouths of countless primordial Guli powerhouses, this news made everyone in De extremely excited, and some people shouted loudly directly

"Lord Water God can win, we will definitely be able to win next, no matter how powerful the soul master clan is, not to mention what kind of extraterritorial eight clans, what are you afraid of!"

"Yes, yes, what are you afraid of?" "What are you afraid of?" At that moment, many people shouted one after another, and the news of the victory made everyone extremely excited, and the eyes of the eight clans outside the region on the opposite side were completely different.

Zhao Wanglang stood in mid-air and snorted coldly, "The soul master clan is really a waste, Adou who can't be helped!"

Ying Yi laughed, just before everyone applauded, he had already told the water god all the news with his divine thoughts, so that he understood what was going on, and at this moment he shouted to the water god, "Lord water god, do you still have the strength to fight?"

The water god replied loudly, "Of course, no matter how weak the old man is, he can finally exert some strength by killing several extraterritorial races. ”

"Hahaha, hahaha" The leaders of the seven clans all smiled heartily, and the water god also flew to the side of the seven people with a smile, he was the leader of the Taichu Guli powerhouse outside the seven clans on the big 6, and standing with the leader of the seven clans at this moment, it was not considered a high climb.

Seeing that the momentum of the primordial Guli powerhouses gradually increased, Zhao Wanglang's brows became more and more wrinkled, he looked coldly at the people opposite, and suddenly raised his right hand high, facing the front, and waved it heavily.

With Zhao Wanglang's gesture, all the warriors of the eight extraterritorial clans roared in unison, and on their bodies, a terrifying momentum began to explode, and one after another streamers impacted, and this battle that had been brewing for too long finally began! This battle that spanned 10,000 years and did not end finally kicked off again, today's battle has decisive significance, it is the last collision between the eight tribes outside the territory and the eight tribes outside the territory, the living force of the native human race can be said to be all invested here today, if it fails, it will be the end of the catastrophe, the entire big 6, there will be no force to compete with the eight tribes outside the territory.

Zhao Wanglang was surrounded by many old men, and behind him, at this moment, a large number of warriors from the eight extraterritorial clans rushed forward, but there were still some old men left, and a few people were guarding him, but there were dozens of old men who seemed to have another purpose, flying towards the rear of the mountain range of the soul master clan.

The Soul Master clan unexpectedly did not participate in this battle, and all their forces quickly disappeared from the battlefield, and they didn't know where they went, but despite this, the primordial Guli powerhouses still fought quite hard. The increase in strength gained by the Eight Extraterritorial Clans in the past 10,000 years far exceeded that of the Seven Clans and the other primordial Gu Li powerhouses on the Great 6. But with the support of a will to fight to the death, the two sides are still inseparable, and the alliance of the Taichu Guli powerhouse did not fall behind because of the difference in strength, but once had a counterattack under the leadership of several patriarchs and Taichu Guli masters.

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In a mountain peak in the 'Magical' mountain range

This is a space of its own, vast and boundless, as if there is no end, after Wan Tingjun entered it, he felt that the map suddenly lost all its effects, and there was no direction, standing on this land and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

In front of you, there is a blue sky and white clouds just like the real one, the eternal sun shines on the earth, although the grass and trees grow luxuriantly, but there is no sign of flooding, there is no embellishment of flowers, although the place is full of vitality but not prosperous. However, a dense and extremely rich basic element of the primordial ancient force floated between heaven and earth, making De Wan Tingjun feel like a fluttering immortal when he took a deep breath, as if it was the most powerful 'Xiaoyao Pill'.

Feeling the wind and flow between heaven and earth, Wan Tingjun began to walk slowly in one direction, the primordial ancient power between heaven and earth became more and more rich in front of Wan Tingjun, and later there were some basic elements on the earth that condensed out of the lake, although it was very small, but as long as you took a sip, it was definitely better than the effect of many people practicing for a year. But Wan Tingjun just glanced at it, and didn't indulge himself to drink, I don't know what kind of place it is, and I don't know if these lakes are poisonous water.

Continuing to step forward, at the feet of Wan Tingjun, there were suddenly layers of gray powder, I don't know what it was, but there was a very thick backlog, which looked very weird. After walking a few steps forward again, Wan Tingjun finally saw the skeleton of the first game, the bones of the people who had already been dried fell on the endless white ash, and there was a large amount of white ash at the fracture of the skeleton, Wan Tingjun finally knew what these white ashes were, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

This silent world is suddenly filled with a kind of horror of death, what kind of situation is it that makes the bones of the German people here become such a thick piece, to create such a scene, how many people must die? Wan Tingjun sighed and shook his head, and continued to walk forward, although he was suddenly full of fear ahead, but Wan Tingjun had no way to retreat at the moment, only to move forward, fortunately, he cultivated a complete B method, at this moment, only B law is still giving Wan Tingjun a faint sense, but I don't know what the sense is generated with.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Wan Tingjun finally saw a person, a man who had died. This person seemed to be sitting at the boundary between the two forks in the road, his eyes seemed to be still flashing, looking ahead, when Wan Tingjun appeared, Wan Tingjun was a little apprehensive and thought that there was a bright light in those eyes.

Getting closer, Wan Tingjun was sure that this person was really dead, although the upper body remained relatively intact, but the lower body already had signs of grace becoming white bone powder, but there was an immortal divine brilliance flowing on the whole body, which made people feel a kind of involuntary awe.

Wan Tingjun frowned, and was about to walk past this person, when suddenly he saw that there were seven bone spurs on this person's foot bones!

Instantly woodened, Wan Tingjun suddenly remembered how Mo Lao found himself in the first place, it was precisely because of the seven big moles on the bottom of his feet, he said, the Mixed Yuan Emperor had seven big moles on the bottom of the feet, so he thought that he was the reincarnation of the Mixed Yuan Emperor. Could it be that the white bone in front of him turned out to be the Mixed Yuan Emperor?! Wan Tingjun was a little shocked, he couldn't believe this fact, he took a few steps back, stood in front of this person again, and then examined his body carefully, wanting to see some more clues. Soon, a piece of cloth caught Wan Tingjun's attention. In this kind of place, it is obvious that there have been thousands of years passed, that is, the bones of a generation of Tianjiao Mixed Yuan Emperors have begun to weather, and there is still a piece of cloth that has been preserved, which makes Dewan Tingjun deeply surprised, what kind of cloth can be circulated for such a long time?

The cloth was pressed under the corpse of the Mixed Yuan Emperor, Wan Tingjun respectfully kowtowed to the corpse of the Mixed Yuan Emperor, and muttered, "For so many years, I have been using your identity to walk in all directions and get a lot of help. After saying that, Wan Tingjun gently pushed the bones forward and pulled out the cloth.

There are ancient textures staggered on the strips of cloth, and Wan Tingjun felt that these textures were very extraordinary when he started it, as if there was a flow of avenues, and I am afraid this is the reason why this cloth can be passed down for so long. After carefully flipping through and looking at it, Wan Tingjun really has some written records on it, but these words are extremely ancient, they are ancient texts thousands of years ago, Wan Tingjun can't understand what he said at all, and he can't help but feel a little helpless. Just as he was about to put away the strip of cloth, Wan Tingjun's mind suddenly had this burst of splitting pain, Wan Tingjun felt dizzy for a while, and at the same time, he suddenly shouted with joy in his heart, "Mo Lao, can you finally come out again?"

When he was in the Shi Sect, Mo Lao once came out once, and since then Wan Tingjun knew that Mo Lao had always existed in his sea of knowledge, but he couldn't get in touch with Mo Lao after all his attempts, and he didn't expect Mo Lao to appear again at this moment.

Sure enough, after a while, Wan Tingjun's mind was dizzy and agitated, and a feeling of extreme emptiness came out, making him faint almost immediately, but he didn't fall down, wanting to meet Mo Lao.

There seemed to be ripples in front of him, circle by circle, the scene was very blurry, when Wan Tingjun saw a back appear in front of his eyes, he wanted to make some sounds, but he was horrified that his voice was no longer sound, and his heart was anxious, and the whole person was suddenly choked by a rush of qi and blood, and then he was unconscious.

Mo Lao did appear, he glanced at Wan Tingjun who fell to the ground lightly, he didn't know what kind of light was flickering in his eyes, he picked up the strip of cloth on the ground, and then read it slowly, as if he had been prepared in his heart for a long time, although Mo Lao's face flashed with surprise from time to time, but it was not so exaggerated, it seemed to have been clear for a long time, but while seeing something, it was still a little discolored.

After reading, Mo Lao solemnly put the cloth strip in the hands of the corpse of the Mixed Yuan Emperor again, looking at the Mixed Yuan Emperor, a helpless smile suddenly appeared on Mo Lao's face, and after a while, he slowly turned around, picked up a piece of white bone from the ground, and began to carve some words on that thick layer of ashes.

In the vast world, a faint old figure, leaning on his back, carved words on the ground, next to a weathered corpse and a young man fainting to the ground, the eternal blue sky is their background, this picture, as if forever still on the paper. Finally stopped the portrayal in his hand, Mo Lao slowly raised his rickety back, looked at the sky in the distance, and there was an inexplicable brilliance flashing in his eyes, as if he was relieved. Then he sighed leisurely, turned to look at Wan Tingjun, and after getting closer, he put the faint soul arm on Wan Tingjun's head, as if he was caressing.

"Child, I have long known that you are not the reincarnation of the Mixed Yuan Emperor, I have really suffered you for so many years, I am sorry for you. However, what makes me gratifying is that you have finally grown to the point where you are today, and it is not in vain that I have introduced you to the path of cultivation. Mo Lao muttered in a low voice, glanced at Wan Tingjun again, there was a crystal light in the old man's eyes, and then he suddenly stood up and opened his arms towards the void.

A strange fluctuation suddenly appeared, Mo Lao's body began to slowly turn into nothingness with this fluctuation, his soul was already extremely weak, and at this moment, under the catalysis of this fluctuation, it instantly dispersed with the wind like an ancient corpse that had been sealed for thousands of years.

"No one can be immortal forever, I, Mo Lao, as a soul master, have lived to the present with my soul state, it is enough, everything should come to an end!" In the scattered wind, there seemed to be remnants of Mo Lao's words, echoing between heaven and earth.

(End of chapter)