Heaven and earth, is the slaughter of Mo Wuxian and his servants.

However, the number of Warcraft Tide is close to 70,000, and this killing is numb to Mo Wuxie.

Although he doesn't like to kill, for the sake of his family and for the sake of justice, he has learned to shoulder this burden, and he has to get used to killing.

What balances his heart is that fortunately this is not a human, but just a monster.

Let him not have that sense of guilt, no matter how much he kills, there is no burden, especially the hideousness of these demonic beasts, which makes him very comfortable, which also causes him to kill even more.

He was numb to killing, but his head was unusually clear.

He found that this batch of flying beasts and the beasts on the ground did not seem to have the guidance of high-level demonic beasts, so it could only mean that this high-level demonic beast should be in the demonic beast forest, otherwise, it would be impossible for demonic beasts to attack Baishi City in such an organized manner.

Mo Wuxian still didn't believe that the demonic beast would not be afraid, he filled the heaven and earth with murderous aura, and the sword qi in his hand lingered with red and silver light, waving it, even more domineering, often, before the sword qi arrived, the flying beast had already collapsed.

This killing lasted for more than an hour, and it seemed that the Warcraft also knew that it was powerful, and instead of besieging it, it retreated backwards, retreated to the edge of the Warcraft Forest, and disappeared.

Mo Wuxian glanced at the four servants, they were not injured, but they were covered in beast blood, which was rather embarrassing, and with those blood-red eyes, they looked extremely terrifying. Relative to the number three, it is much better. Number Three was like an ordinary person, and not a trace of beast blood had ever touched his body.

The four servants stood within the walls built by the corpses of the monsters, and they were taken back by him.

At this time, there were at least 30,000 demonic beast corpses on the ground, and the corpses were shattered and turned into huge mountain bags.

The strength of the servant made him happy. He even had an idea, if there was such an undead legion, what would it be like? He showed a wicked smile, if there really was such a terrifying legion, then he would be the supreme person in the entire continent.

What kind of cultivation would No. 2 be? Suddenly, the idea came to him, and he had a special desire for No. 2's veil.

Mo Wuxian flew towards the forest without hesitation, and disappeared at the edge of the forest in an instant.

This time, he was looking for it purposefully.

Specializing in high-level magical beasts, eighth-level, ninth-level, only such demonic beasts have the possibility of developing the seeds of the nine-leaf spirit bead grass.

So, his telekinesis spread out completely, and he did a carpet search in the forest.

What surprised him was that the demonic beasts in the Warcraft Forest were like the primitive inhabitants of the human race, or rather, more like the tribal system of the Spirit Nation people.

The demonic beasts in the Warcraft Forest all live in groups, that is, the Warcraft of a race gather together and call it a piece of territory, and other Warcraft on this territory are not allowed to approach at will. Therefore, one lord by one is generated, and the lord can only manage some of the demonic beasts in the clan, and above these lords there are ninth-level demonic beasts and beast kings, and the beast kings are all produced after the lord's promotion.

The beast kings are all ninth-level demonic beasts, and the terrifying power naturally goes without saying. At this time, Mo Wuxian just locked his eyes on the Beastmaster.

With his current strength, coupled with the assistance of the third servant, even if he is a beastmaster, he dares to rob.

He was now in the sky above the Monkey King's territory, but what made him frown was that the Beastmaster's territory was very large, and there were even twenty lords, but there was no trace of the Monkey King.

He stood silently above the ape's territory, looking thoughtful.

He didn't believe that the Monkey King could avoid his telekinesis investigation, because his telekinesis was in the realm of martial arts, and the Monkey King was also at this stage, there was no reason that he couldn't find out, so the current situation could only show that the Monkey King would either be killed by the Lingguo people or go somewhere else.

He would rather believe that the Monkey King had gone to another place to drink tea than that the Monkey King was killed by the Lingguo people.

Otherwise, the demon core of a ninth-level demonic beast was placed in the red-clothed cannon, and the terrifying lethality was enough to kill any martial god in an instant.

This is just his worst plan, because he still doesn't believe that the martial arts masters of the Spirit Kingdom will come to the Warcraft Forest to find faults, not to mention, those who dare to enter the nest of Warcraft to kill, think about it, one or two martial arts Qiankun still dare not come in.

Assassination, assassination, this is just a joke, at this height, their perception is incomparably powerful, and all camouflage assassinations are useless. For example, Mo Wuxie, as long as there is a killer within the range of his mental power, then everything will be hidden.

Therefore, the assassination is also not established. Even if he can sneak close to the Beastmaster, once the assassination fails, the assassin will face the siege of countless Beastmasters, and he will definitely die at that time.

These are just his speculations, but judging by the current situation between the two countries, most of them are true.

He could only hope now that the Beastmaster was not dead, and that it was not too threatening to kill a few eighth-level demonic beasts.

The territory of the Monkey King is very interesting, because the monkeys all live in the trees, and the lords of the monkey group are naturally the cultivation of the eighth-level demonic beasts, and they have a high level of wisdom, so they have separate open spaces to open up some shelter from the wind and rain, and the lords do not have to hang on the trees every day.

In Mo Wuxie's telekinetic field, dozens of lords' lands had already been seen. His telekinesis swept over, and these eighth-level demonic beasts naturally couldn't find it.

He thought about it for a while, the Warcraft Forest was huge and boundless, and it would definitely be difficult to find it indiscriminately, and only targeted collection would be effective, so he planned to catch a lord and ask about the situation.

He has been inherited by the elven queen Katarina, which includes the languages of the hundred tribes, and this beast language is naturally not a problem.

He floated to the ground. This is a glade with a hundred square meters.

In the middle of the clearing, there was a simple shed made of tree branches, and the lord in it was sleeping soundly.

He showed a hint of a smile, the monkey is really smart, but it is still far from humans, this branch shed can see the blue of the sky inside, can it serve the purpose of sheltering from the wind and rain?

He felt that the monkey was a little interesting, and walked in calmly, landing silently.

The monkeys did not notice his arrival in the slightest, and it seemed that the comfortable life had made these monkeys too wary.

His idea was unreasonable, because the monkey was only an eighth-level demonic beast, and his realm was martial arts, and unless the monkey saw him with the naked eye, it was impossible to perceive his approach.

The monkey's posture is very funny, with a body of tens of meters, the tail hooked to the wooden stick at the top of the shed, hanging on the face and falling on the stool, it seems, this face is used as an ass. And the wooden shed, the wooden chairs are creaking all the time, and it seems that they will fall apart at any time.

Mo Wuxian shook his head helplessly again, this wooden chair, maybe even primitive people are better than them, at least stronger than it.

"Little monkey, you sleep quite comfortably," he said in the language of beasts, his tone full of reprimand.

The monkey opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw Mo Wuxian, his tail loosened, and his whole body pressed against the wooden chair, which cracked and fell apart, and was ruined by his face.