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Not only the members of the Spirit Race, but even the side of the Ten Thousand Races looked at the thunder in disbelief, whose face was pale from the trauma.

Wang Xuan, who cast the shadow of the void spirit, Wang Xuan, who was almost invincible, was defeated without warning like this?

Wang Xuan, who fell to the ground, rolled and wailed all over the ground, as if he had been tortured by some inhuman nature, and his whole face became extremely hideous, which made him shudder.

"What did you do to Wang Xuan!?" Mo Yun punched Linglong hard and forced Linglong to retreat, and he withdrew from the battle circle, looked at the thunder with a shocked face, and said sharply.

Thunder gasped heavily, and then sneered: "I want to know, you might as well try it too......"

Mo Yun subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at the thunder with vigilance. Although he did not show his full strength in the battle with Linglong, there was still a little gap between him and Wang Xuan. Especially Wang Xuan's Shadow of the Void Spirit, which was almost insoluble for ordinary opponents, was actually broken so easily by Thunder.

If he wants to fight the Thunder, he will no longer have the confidence he had at the beginning. With Wang Xuan's fiasco, the spirit slaves fell into a coma one by one. Such a situation was obviously very unfavorable for their Spirit Clan. All this is brought about by the appearance of thunder. Mo Yun hated him so much, but he didn't have the courage to fight the thunder...... Even if Thunder seemed to be affected by the injury at the moment, he still didn't dare!

Just as Mo Yun was considering whether to retreat, there was a sudden humming sound like a bell in the sky above the ancient battle realm, in the ethereal and endless clouds. The center of the ancient cemetery was also because of this continuous roar, and a thousand feet of blue light erupted, as if some treasure was about to be born, filled with an extremely powerful aura.

This breath is actually a vast and majestic spiritual yuan breath.

At this moment, the players of the Thunder and the Ten Thousand Races are all discolored. And Mo Yun's face was filled with ecstasy.

"Haha! The Spirit Lord is coming, and you are all going to be finished!" Mo Yun, who was about to retreat in embarrassment, suddenly showed an extremely rampant expression, stared at the thunder with a fierce face, and shouted loudly.

The space of the Ancient Battle Realm, under the influence of the things that came out in the center of the ancient cemetery, also trembled violently. In the position where everyone is looking, the dazzling starlight points are also slowly rising from all directions, releasing a wave that is quite familiar to everyone.

"That's ...... At this time, the battle between the Ten Thousand Race players and the Spirit Race had long been suspended, and both sides gathered together, looking at this change in amazement. Even Lei Ting frowned, and for some reason, a trace of bad premonition appeared in his heart.

Tens of thousands of law crystals began to converge towards the center of the ancient cemetery right now. Then, under the violent light, the law crystal was all sucked into the light, causing the object that was originally to be born to release a stronger spiritual aura.

The ancient cemetery, also under the cover of the breath of this thing, made the sky appear full of aura. Wang Xuan, who was rolling in pain on the ground, a trace of green thread appeared around his body, like a wandering insect burrowing into his body, which made Wang Xuan quickly calm down.

After a while, Wang Xuan finally got up with difficulty. He slowly rose into the air, suspended side by side with Mo Yun, his eyes staring at the thunder with resentment, as if he wanted to swallow it. As more and more spiritual filaments poured into his body, his pale face also regained its blood color, and the breath that spread out also became surging and majestic again. It's as if you've never been hurt.

"What's going on?" The royal players present all had a heavy sense of being suppressed. Haunting in my mind, I can't get rid of it.

The vision of the ancient war world caused them to have a sense of crisis, although they did not know where this sense of crisis came from.

..................

Outside the Ancient Battle Realm, Spirit Lord Liu Xuan smashed a beam of blue light into the Ancient Battle Realm, and about a quarter of an hour had passed. Except for a slight tremor at the beginning, the Ancient Battle Realm did not show any other reaction, as calm as ever.

The seriously injured Yang Zhuo and the other envoys of all races who were pranayama were also staring at the ancient battle realm with a nervous face, for fear that something unexpected would happen. However, after almost a quarter of an hour of calmness, the tense expression on Yangzhuo's face was also a little relaxed.

"Hmph! This ancient battle realm has been blessed by the Thunder Emperor's brand. If you want to refine it, unless your Spirit King is resurrected, with a yellow-haired girl, dream!" Yang Zhuo has calmed down a lot of blood and qi in his body at this moment, and if he fights hard, he may be able to exert seventy percent of his combat power. I believe that the other messengers are similar to him.

The subordinates led by the thirty-six Lingwei in front of him could no longer stop the resistance of the envoys of all races. However, if it is a confrontation, the cost for both sides may be considerable. Therefore, they did not act rashly.

After all, the strength shown by the Spirit Lord before was not something they could compete with at all. For now, it is to delay waiting until the power of the law of all races arrives, and at that time, this little strength of the spirit race will not be able to turn up any wind at all.

"Insult our Spirit Lord, Yang Zhuo, do you want to find death!?" Thirty-six Lingwei, when he heard Yang Zhuo call Liu Xuan a yellow-haired girl, the fierceness in his eyes flashed. A swirling cyan ball of light condensed from his palm, shooting towards the sun without hesitation.

Yang Zhuo's eyes froze, and his palms were also filled with blazing sun true fire, slamming out from his chest, and finally collided with the light that shot in, making a loud noise.

The scorching body was thrown out fiercely. In mid-air, he also spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face quickly turned pale, even more sluggish than when he was seriously injured before.

"No matter how rude you dare to be rude, do you think Benwei won't dare to kill you?" Facing the threat of the thirty-six Lingwei, Yang Zhuo had the heart to say a few words, but unfortunately he couldn't swallow the blood in his throat, so he could only endure and retreat to the side.

Knock knock!

Just when the scene was silent, a thunderous sound suddenly erupted from the ancient battle realm. Huge cyan beams of light burst out from the surface of the sphere of the Ancient Battle Realm, as if the boundary body had been pierced, enveloping the entire Ancient War Realm in a layer of jasper blue light, filled with a thick aura of spirit yuan.

On the surface of the Ancient War Realm, a layer of white thunder also appeared at the same time, trying to prevent this layer of blue light from penetrating into the Ancient War Realm. However, that blue light was pouring out from within the ancient battle realm, and even if Lei Mang's power was equally powerful, it was difficult to stop the erosion of the blue light.

"No, it's impossible!" Yang Zhuo and the others looked at this scene, and their eyeballs were about to burst out.

This spirit lord, at best, is only a powerhouse at the peak of the emperor's heavenly position, and has not yet advanced to the realm of laws. How could it be possible to crack the imprint left by the Thunder Emperor? Even if the Spirit King of the past wanted to erase the Thunder Emperor's imprint and refine the ancient battle realm, I am afraid that it would take a little effort, right?

Spirit King, that's a king-level law powerhouse. It's not the same as the spirit master in front of you!

"Hahaha! You stupid guys. They all thought that the Thunder Emperor sealed the Ancient War Realm when he was dying, in order to leave the strange treasure of the Ancient War Realm to the Thunder Clan. And the fact is that the Thunder Emperor is mainly to seal the spirit fetus left by the King of Wu in the Ancient War Realm! If this Ancient War Realm is still in the hands of the Thunder Clan, if we want to capture it, we will have to work hard and we will not be able to succeed easily. However, you actually helped us take the Ancient War Realm out of the hands of the ThunderClan, God helped my Spirit Clan...... Quack!"

The thirty-six Lingwei burst into laughter. Seeing that the lord was about to succeed, his face also surged with unprecedented ecstasy.

Although the envoys of all races did not understand what the spirit fetus in the mouth of the thirty-six spirit guards was. But what the Spirit King left behind, how can it be extraordinary, once the Spirit Race succeeds, maybe all their races will suffer.

Yang Zhuo watched this scene happen, and they had the intention to stop it, but they were powerless.

Boom, just as the green mangs on the surface of the ancient battle world were infiltrating into the ancient war world little by little, and Lei Mang was constantly retreating. The clouds above the sky seemed to have been torn apart by some force, and three tall and mighty figures suddenly descended on the battlefield.

"The Spirit Clan is small, how dare you be presumptuous on the territory of my ten thousand clans!" A bell-like shout came from one of the three figures, shaking the entire Central City for a moment.

"The law of all races is strong...... "The eyes of the thirty-six Lingwei quickly narrowed, and he muttered in his mouth.