Before his words fell, the ink pool in Mo Tianheng's hand had already emitted a burst of ink-colored light, and the ink-colored landscape map suddenly became huge, and the mountains in it actually became real mountains in the Three Realms, and the water in them turned into real water in the Three Realms.

The mountain weighs tens of millions of catties, and the water has the pressure of tens of millions of catties, and the entire sky above the green hill is pressed by these two things, covering the sky and the sun.

The foreign tribe of the beautiful eagle and the descendants of the black fox lineage all stopped, the beautiful eagle felt the incomparably powerful coercion coming from the inky landscape and hurriedly fled, and the black fox slowly approached the ancient tree of Qingqiu in an orderly manner.

Kawayama's eyes were already dark, and the hands holding the giant axe couldn't help but work harder!

Mo Tianheng turned into a streamer and flew into the sky, he hovered high above and stood in the place where the mountains and rivers converged, and shouted majestically: "Beautiful Eagle Alien!

The voice fell, the mountain fell and the water flooded, and the momentum was magnificent.

Kawayama frowned, holding the giant axe, his eyes staring at the two things that fell from the sky, and he was very flustered, but he couldn't show it. He thinks that it is an honor to be born in Meiying, and he should look down on all existences, so now he has to slap his swollen face and become fat, in fact, their family will always have this kind of character, not just him, all thanks to the current patriarch of Meiying, Chuan Jianguo.

Mo Jun swiped past him and whispered a reminder, "Don't forget the deal between us!"

Kawayama ignored him, and what he was most worried about at the moment was the ink color above his head, if it was a normal time, Kawayama would definitely snort lightly with disdain.

Chuanshan, a beautiful eagle that has been cultivated for more than 6,000 years, has the same strength as the same cultivators, and there are six traces of robbery on the demon pill, and ranks fifth among the top ten marshals of the American Eagle clan.

Although Mo Tianheng's strength has always been a mystery, the White Emperor once assured that the strength of the Nine Tribulation Marks.

The calamity marks on the demon pill, every time there is a calamity scar, it must be a chasm, the more the number, the greater the chasm between each level, to sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, not to mention, unless it is a godsend, or a hundred thousand small tribulations, or more than a dozen great tribulations. With the ascension of the realm, it will become more and more difficult to increase the carving of the scars in the later stage, which is why the further you progress, the greater the gap between the strengths.

At this time, Mo Tianheng actually didn't show all his strength, even the strength of the Nine Tribulation Marks had not been displayed, because some people always didn't want to expose their strength too early. On the one hand, he was unprepared for it, and on the other hand, he wanted to protect himself, because it was not that he was invincible in the world, there were countless strong people in these three realms, and there were many people who needed to devour other people's demon pills to break through the realm.

This is also a bloody fact that he has personally experienced, after all, the reason why his strength can be improved in an instant is not because of the demon pill that Hong Tianyan stuffed into his mouth before he died?

But having said that, if you get the powerful Demon Pill, if your body and will can't withstand the corresponding Heavenly Tribulation and the violent demon qi in the Demon Pill, you will definitely die.

Mo Tianheng still deeply remembers that he had been in retreat for a year, and Qingqiu had never seen the sun in that year, and it was all clouds and thunder every day.

The words turned, and at this time, the ink of Moshan had been pressed to the height of the largest gathering of the American Eagle Clan, which made those fleeing American Eagle Demon Soldiers reduce their flight one after another and gradually forced them to the ground.

Chuan Shan was a little annoyed and angry, but he was not reckless, many years of life and death combat experience made him understand the current situation very well, Mo Tianheng used his sword moves alone, and the black fox vein had gathered next to the enchantment of the Qingqiu Ancient Tree, and the Qingqiu enchantment was still unfolding.

His mission was not to annihilate the Qingqiu Fox Clan from beginning to end, but to have another purpose, just to wait for the arrival of the army gathered by the American Eagle and join someone inside and out.

At this time, there was already boiling blood water washed from the ink-colored torrent, like Zhu Dan red in the ink, which was particularly conspicuous.

There are also the wails and screams from the American Eagle clan, in the eyes of Chuan Shan, these are actually insignificant, as long as their goals are achieved, what is there to worry about the demon soldiers who sacrifice more?

He swung the giant axe again, the surprise attack of the surprise soldiers, turned into a streamer has arrived in front of the ancient tree of Qingqiu, Mo Jun held a sword, and took the lead in a fierce battle with it, but it is conceivable that among their weaker group of Qingzi people, the mountains and rivers are like fish in water, and the tigers return to the mountains.

Qingqiu, American Eagle. The two generals took the lead in choosing to attack the demon soldiers, in the war, there is no strong against the strong, because this can only be regarded as a waste of time, it is better to consume the strength and physical strength of some demon soldiers too quickly or the number of them.

But if the number of demon generals has an absolute advantage, then choosing the strong against the strong is another means of quick victory. After all, in today's demon clan, the war must be fast, because there is still the restriction of the Ten Thousand Demon Law Book of the Immortal Gate. If the time drags on for a long time, the immortal gate and the divine power will definitely arrive, and neither side will be able to get any good results at that time.

"Don't mess up the formation! All the American eagles obeyed the order, immediately smashed the Yellow Dragon, and rushed to kill the Qingqiu Ancient Tree in formation!"

Kawayama gave an order, followed by a burst of cheers. An axe split Mo Jun back dozens of steps away, and the warriors of the black fox line rushed forward without fear of life and death, many of them were the people of the four thousand years of cultivation in the black fox, but they couldn't resist the three axes in front of the six tribulation marks of Chuanshan.

Chuanshan's order is really in place, why the strong do not fight against the strong in the war actually has another most important relationship, that is, because the strong man's tricks must be the result of injuring the enemy by one thousand and losing eight hundred.

Mo Tianheng saw that the beautiful eagle began to move towards the Qingqiu Ancient Tree, and the hand holding the sword accelerated the landing of the inky landscape.

On the other side, I could only hear Chuanshan shouting "Ten Wings Falling!", the giant axe in his hand exuded a powerful demonic aura, and the next moment a loud eagle roar was heard, and the giant axe swept and fell rapidly. Waving in the hands of Kawayama, it is even more coherent and free.

The sound of explosions rang out nine times in a row, and twenty descendants of the Black Fox who had cultivated for two thousand years were seriously injured, and more than a dozen died tragically. The last blow of Kawayama had already jumped into the air with the help of the powerful force of the ninth blow, and the giant axe emitted a brutal light as red as blood, and it was slashing and smashing down Kawayama viciously.

If this blow is hit, the casualties will definitely increase significantly!

Mo Jun quickly retreated with his sword in his hand, shouting loudly, "Get out of there!"

The demon with low cultivation hurriedly evacuated, and his strength was behind the Black Fox Sun Palace, whose strength was in the three calamity marks or even the few four calamity marks.

However, only four of the twenty black fox descendants who had been injured earlier and had cultivated for two thousand years had already evacuated the inevitable smashing point.

Although Mo Jun and the others were very sorry in their hearts, reason told them that these compatriots could only sacrifice.

The giant axe landed instantly, like a giant holding a meteorite in his hand. Kawayama smiled fiercely and shouted, "Let's all die!"

When everyone thought that they could not turn the tide, suddenly nine cold rays flew from the barrier of Qingqiu, and they were scattered like stars, and their power was like meteors. Although the difference in strength is obvious, it is unexpected, and the angle of the nine cold rays is tricky and mean.

In the next moment, a dark red streamer had quickly flown towards the mountain where the giant axe was being swung.

"Dark blood, Zhu Dan burst!"

"He Fangxiao will dare to sneak attack!!" Chuanshan was furious, and the demonic energy around him skyrocketed, and he shouted coldly, "Drop the axe and ascend to heaven!"

With a blast, ten years of arms were already trembling, but they were still in relative stalemate with the Sichuan Mountain that "fell the axe and ascended to the sky"!

The next moment, Mo Tianheng, who was in the air, shouted, "My black fox descendants are not going to save people!?" When he suddenly realized that he could save the lives of these sixteen compatriots, the black fox descendants turned around without hesitation, and the ink-colored streamers flew towards the dark red figure.

A strong black fox man who took the lead in front of him for ten years, while all the demonic qi was released, his palms were propped up behind the wings of ten years without hesitation, and he turned back sharply and shouted to the black fox descendants behind him, "Crossing the air!"

One, two, three, five, ten......

When all the descendants of the black fox passed their demonic qi to the body of the ten years, the ten years suddenly felt that the power was endless, and the void summoned the blood-colored short knife, and under the control of the demonic energy, the short knife landed and cut his arm again, and the blood flowed into the current demonic energy, and the strength of the beautiful eagle demon handsome with six calamity marks was on an equal footing with Chuan Shan!

However, everyone knows that this kind of qi crossing method cannot be squandered for a long time, because if the person who bears it for so long, the blood vessels and meridians will definitely not be able to hold on and burst, so it needs to be resolved quickly!

"Dark blood, Zhu Dan exploded!" Ten years gritted his teeth and burst into tears, only to hear another explosion like thunder in early spring, and then heard ten years of complaining, "Monkey head! If you don't fight at this time, when will you wait?!"

Chuan Shan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened with anger! I don't know when there was an extra strong monkey behind him! He was smiling stupidly, and at the same time raised a thick stick like an elephant's leg in his hand, and the wind and thunder gathered on the stick, only to hear the monkey shout loudly, "I am old Yuan Laiye!"

As he spoke, the stick had struck hard at the back of Kawayama's head, who couldn't get out.

This stick makes people have a headache when they look at it, and Chuan Shan wants to unload some demonic energy for resistance, but it's a pity that the next ten years of "dark blood, Zhu Dan burst" has already hit.

There was really no way to get rid of his hand, and instead of being smashed on the head, Chuan Shan was not far away and risked his life to resist the blow of the black-robed young man with wings on his back.

Kawayama closed his eyes and shouted, "Come on! Grandpa is afraid that you won't make it!?"

The monkey head suddenly stopped dropping the stick and began to retreat. During this period, he was stunned for ten years, and urged a little anxiously, "Monkey head, what are you doing!?"