The patriarch of the Tiandu tribe used a powerful treasure to escape through a gap.

Seeing that the ten elders of the clan were devoured and there was no scum left, this patriarch couldn't help but roar with grief and indignation.

At this moment, he flashed back to all his clansmen and took out a piece of armor that flickered with ghostly light.

He took out a drop of life blood and fused it, then tossed the piece of armor.

Suddenly, this piece of black armor continued to grow.

In an instant, it reached a size of ten thousand zhang, enveloping all the clansmen of the Tiandu tribe in it.

On this black armor, there are mysterious lines, and there is an extremely ancient vicissitudes of life spreading.

"Let's withdraw." The patriarch of the Tiandu clan roared bitterly, but there was deep hatred in his eyes.

The rest of the surrounding tribes were all terrified.

"Isn't this the natal magic weapon of some Holy Ancestor? The defense is very strong, and it should be able to get them out calmly."

"No wonder the Tiandu clan patriarch is so tough, he originally had this kind of defensive secret treasure at the bottom of the box."

At this moment, the soul slayer spear stabbed again.

The guns hadn't arrived yet, and the endless fog had already arrived.

Countless wraiths began to bombard the black armor, distorting the light of the defense, but failing to break it.

All the clansmen of the Tiandu tribe breathed a sigh of relief, and the patriarch was even more proud.

"You are all waiting, such a great enemy, my Tiandu Department will definitely crush your bones and ......scatter ashes," the patriarch said sadly.

However, before he could finish his sentence, the soul extinguishing spear stabbed into the defense.

The mountains shook for a while, and cracks appeared in the armor piece one after another.

Soon, the nail pieces were full of cracks.

With a "boom", the black armor collapsed directly.

And the Soul Killing Spear was castrated, and with a terrifying mist, it pierced into the center of the Heavenly Capital.

Everywhere they passed, large swaths of the Tiandu tribesmen turned into a mass of shattered flesh and blood.

Eventually, under the incredulous and horrified gaze of the Patriarch of the Heavenly Capital, the Spirit Extinguishing Spear shattered his talisman weapon, piercing his body directly, and carrying him up to the air, nailed to the cliff in the distance.

The rest of the Tiandu clan chiefs were all shocked to the extreme.

At this time, countless resentful spirits have surrounded them.

"Surrender or die!" Han Qing's voice was cold.

All the Tiandu tribesmen looked frightened and looked at each other.

Immediately, under the leadership of their clan, the Heavenly Witch, they all knelt down, erased their original natal totems, and chose to surrender and join the Silent Spirit Tribe.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the tribes all rushed to take out the 20,000 demon beasts and offer them respectfully.

They were afraid that if they hesitated, they would end up like the Tiandu Ministry.

Immediately, they crawled and fled.

And this battle has brought the strength of the Demering Department to a higher level.

Originally, there were only 10,000 people left in them, but now, more than 30,000 people from the Demon Jade Alliance and more than 30,000 people from the Tiandu Department have joined in, making their total number almost 80,000.

Naturally, all the resources of the Demon Jade Alliance and the Heavenly Capital Department were also classified as the Silent Spirit Ministry.

This kind of strength makes the Silent Ministry a real majority, and it is almost inseparable.

A few days later, 80,000 people from the Silent Spirit Department left in three large flying magic weapons.

And the eighth master saw that there were so many more people in the tribe, and began to teach these people the immortal array, and he practiced them day and night, and enjoyed it.

Time is like flowing water, half a year has passed.

The blood rain has grown heavier, and the central area has been completely submerged.

In the Heavenly Demon Realm, many tribes who were originally lucky and thought that it was impossible for the sea of blood to flood over also began to migrate on a large scale.

In these last days, wars between tribes for resources are becoming more and more frequent.

In the past six months, the Silent Ministry has also experienced dozens of wars, and a war will break out almost every few days

, and sometimes even every day.

Moreover, the further you go, the more tribes you will encounter, and the stronger they will become.

Those tribes, in order to compete for the flying magic weapon, in order to capture the fairy demons, are all trying their best.

Therefore, most of the time, the end of the war represents the demise of a tribe.

Everything is for the sake of living.

The Murling Division suffered the same heavy losses in this intensive war.

It would have taken three flying magic weapons to take everyone away, but now, only one is needed.

Of the 80,000 people, only 20,000 remain.

Han Qing's hundreds of thousands of demon beasts have become seventy or eighty thousand.

At this point, there are not many resources and wealth left on the tribes that have been destroyed.

Therefore, the replenishment received by the Silent Ministry was not enough to cover the losses.

Even, even Han Qing was seriously injured twice.

Part of the reason is that Han Qing is deliberately condensing demonic qi and manipulating demonic qi.

But the more reason is that in the war at this time, there will be the intervention of the powerhouses of the Slashing Realm.

"It seems that the entire Heavenly Demon Realm will be flooded, and then the vitality will be completely cut off, and at that time, it should be my chance to condense the last imprint of water." Han Qing stood at the front of the flying magic weapon and thought so in his heart.

At this moment, in the void in the distance, three blood-colored rays of light were shuttling in this surging blood rain.

The blood light melted into the blood rain, blending into one, making it difficult to detect.

These are three blood-colored giant swords, each of which is thousands of zhang long.

It was full of powerful monks.

And the foreheads of these monks are all branded with the pattern of a bloody sword.

This kind of symbol is the symbol of the Blood Sword Clan, one of the eighteen extremely powerful subordinate clans under the command of most of the Cold Moon Tribe.

Most of the cold moon is famous in the Heavenly Demon Realm.

This tribe has the power to slash the late stage.

Each of the eighteen subordinate tribes was extremely powerful.

At this time, in the center of a blood sword flying magic weapon in the center, there was a middle-aged man who was dressed completely differently from ordinary demon cultivators.

The temperament exuded by this middle-aged man was completely different from that of the demon cultivators in the Heavenly Demon Realm.

His hair is a little gray, and he also has the bearing of a fairy wind bone.

Beside this middle-aged man, there were two old men with a strong aura.

However, they were extremely respectful to this middle-aged man.