The arrival of the wingmen relieved the pressure of everyone, and under the command of An'er Moses, the wingmen masters each chose an enemy and launched a fierce onslaught.

Yang Wutian could finally be freed, he had previously faced a saint-level alone, although he had swallowed the elixir in advance and forcibly improved his cultivation, but under the bombardment, he still suffered a lot of internal injuries.

After walking to Yue Mochen and Yin Wu's side, Yang Wutian carefully checked their injuries.

Seeing this, Meng Wujian also left his opponent, came to a few people, took out the elixir that had been treasured for many years from the ring, and fed it to the two of them without money.

Yin's originally blurred gaze finally regained focus, while Yue Mochen was still in a coma, but his face, which was originally paper-colored, finally recovered a little blood at this time.

"Uncle Shi, let's go. Yang Wutian also took an elixir, and after calming his breath, he said to Meng Wujian.

Meng Wujian looked at the battle between the winged people and Nangong Mozhong, shook his head and said, "If you want to go, you have to make Nangong Mozhong pay some price!"

After speaking, Meng Wujian drew his long sword again, and the whole person was like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushing towards the nearest enemy.

With a flash of sword light, a figure fell to the ground, and when the figure fell completely to the ground, Dream Blade's sword had already killed the other person.

There were a total of three saint-level masters on the side of Nangong Mozhong, and after the master of the Wingman clan appeared, Meng Wujian left, and the master of the long robe immediately returned to Nangong Mozhong's side to protect his safety.

In that way, there will only be two saint-level masters on the battlefield, which is on par with the Winged Human Race, although the cultivation is a little higher than that of the Winged People, but after all, there is not much difference, and the innate advantages of the Winged People cannot be ignored, so the battle between the two sides is very stalemate.

And at this time, Dream Wujian joined the battle again, and the situation was different.

For Meng Wujian, with the containment of the winged master, he is like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, invincible, unstoppable!

In just a few breaths, more than ten heaven-level masters died under the sword of Dream Sword, and most of them did not see Dream Sword's figure clearly before they died, only saw a sudden sword light, which ended their short life.

For the masters of the Wingman clan, the re-entry of Dream Wujian made the masters of the Wingman clan suddenly feel less stressed.

However, the battle was still fierce, with severed limbs and feathers all over the ground.

The only thing that doesn't have is blood.

Nangong Mozhong, who was about to retreat first, saw this detail, and couldn't help but feel a sense of ecstasy in his heart!

"The ruins! The ancient ruins are down here!"

Hearing this, everyone stopped fighting, looked at Nangong Mozhong with a surprised face, and looked at the latter's line of sight, only then did they find that so far in the battle, almost everyone was injured, but there was not even a drop of blood on the ground.

Neither the red blood of the Terrans nor the golden blood of the Winged Terrans were seen.

"Is it really what that guy said?" thought to everyone's hearts.

Yue Mochen faintly heard the word ruins in a coma, struggled to open his eyes, but found that everyone was staring at the ground tightly, Yue Mochen couldn't help but think that before he passed out, wasn't the blood he spit out was absorbed by this land?

"Are you awake?"

An'er Moses saw Yue Mochen wake up, and his heart was also relieved, but he said: "You really saw the money and opened your eyes, and as soon as you talked about the ruins, you woke up." ”

Yue Mochen's face was black, but he also knew that this was not the time to say this, and recalled Meng Wujian, and the group faintly leaned together.

Seeing this, Nangong Mozhong also hurriedly gathered his subordinates, but unfortunately, he was almost dead.

Later, the winged men were also gathered together, and a leader-like winged man saluted An'er Moses from afar, and then approached the crowd.

Before the other party could get closer, An'er Moses hurriedly asked, "Third Uncle, are the ancient ruins mentioned by the ancestors really just below here? Could it be that the map of the Brahman Imperial Family is fake?"

As soon as Moses said this, Yue Mochen's heart sank: The other party also knows the ancient ruins? Does the other party also know the big world? Know that this is just the relic of the gods?

With a turn in his heart, Yue Mochen asked, "Miss An'er, may I ask what are the ancient ruins?"

Moses turned his head, looked at Yue Mochen with a little surprise, and said, "You don't know, then what are you doing here?"

"Oh, that's right, one of the members of my mercenary group used to be a nobleman, and he was invited by the deceased to invite us to come here to hunt for treasure here in the Wanyuan Great Plains, but before I saw them, I saw that you and Qi'er were besieged, and you also know what happened after that. ”

Yue Mochen said that he didn't tell the whole truth, because although he saved the two sisters, but now the situation is different, An'er? Moses has recruited so many helpers, if the other party has evil intentions, then it will only be his own side that suffers!

Therefore, after thinking about it, Yue Mochen gave this statement.

An'er?Moses glanced at Yue Mochen, but he didn't suspect anything, at least he didn't suspect it on the surface, and began to tell Yue Mochen about the ancient relics.

After her careful explanation, Yue Mochen knew why the Fansheng Empire had traveled thousands of miles to find the Winged Human Race to find this ruin together, it turned out that this ruin was inextricably linked with the Winged Human Race.

Everyone didn't know that the Wing Clan was divided into two branches, one of which was the Holy Light Wing Clan, headed by the An'er, Moses, and Seraphim family. The second is the Darkwing Clan, led by the House of Satan.

Since the Dark Wing Clan has long disappeared from this world (God's Relic Realm), everyone thinks that the Holy Light Wing Clan is the only Wing Human Race, but everyone knows that the Holy Light Wing Clan is only a part of the Wing Clan.

According to the number of words on the residual map, the things in the ruins are related to the Wing Clan. There is even a note written in the ancient script of the Wing Clan, so the Brahma Empire will contact the Seraphim family on Thousand Feather Island and invite them to send someone to search for treasure together.

"Then what treasures are there in this ruins?" asked Yue Mochen.

"I don't know, Nangong Mozhong only showed me the remnant picture once, and many places on the remnant map are too old to be recognized. So, what exactly is in this, that will not be known until you go inside. ”

Moses replied, looking at the ground intentionally or unconsciously, and then continued, "Looking at the current situation, this ruin must have something to do with the Dark Wing Clan. ”

"Why?" asked Yue Mochen suspiciously.

"Because blood is the favorite food of the Darkwing Clan!"