On the outskirts of the million-strong mountain, several Terran monks were besieging a Spirit Clan.

"Hurry up and grab it, don't make any more senseless struggles!"

Mu Liang sneered, the movements in his hands did not stop, and he swung out one sharp attack after another.

Now the vast majority of the spirit clans on the periphery of the million mountains have been exterminated by the three clans, and those who have not been exterminated have also retreated to the inner perimeter.

A few of them finally caught a True Self Realm Spirit Clan who had no time to evacuate, so naturally there was no reason to let it go.

The Spirit Clan of the True Self Realm, if it is refined into an elixir, it will be of great use to the Great Cultivator of Jindan.

He has been stuck in the realm of his true self for hundreds of years now, and if he can swallow such a pill, he may have a chance to successfully break the mirror and be promoted to the ranks of the golden pill.

"My spirit clan has always lived in a million mountains and has never been born, and there has never been a dispute with the human race, you and others have wantonly slaughtered our clan for the sake of alchemy, and when the ancestor comes out, he will never let you go!"

In addition to the anger of Lingyin, there is also sadness in his heart.

The attack of the three clans was so fast that the spirit clan didn't have time to react.

It has only been a long time since the three clans attacked the million mountains, and countless spirit clans have fallen.

Ling Yin was also in retreat, and it was this killing that woke him up.

When Lingyin understood the situation and was about to go to the inner enclosure to join the Spirit Clan, he was entangled by Mu Liang and several other Terrans.

Ling Yin is only at the middle level of his true self, and he is not good at attacking and fighting methods.

These human races are all high-level true self, and Mu Liang, a strong man at the peak of true self, joined forces to besiege them.

Almost as soon as he looked at him, Lingyin fell into the downwind, and it was difficult to support him left and right under the siege.

It won't take a moment or three to be killed here by Muliang and the other terrans.

Mu Liang's face was full of disdain, and he said: "My human race has two great powers, which can suppress the eight desolations of heaven and earth, and a spirit clan that does not even have a great power, even if your ancestor goes out, he will not be able to escape the fate of being refined into an elixir." ”

In Mu Liang's mind, the ancestor that Ling Yin said was nothing more than a great monk at the peak of Jindan.

As a big clan, it is only natural that the Spirit Clan has a strong person at the peak of Jindan.

Mu Liang is not afraid at all, as long as the Spirit Ancestor appears, the power of the Terran sitting in the rear will definitely be aware of it.

When the time comes, it will be killed and refined into an elixir, and it will greatly increase the heritage of the human race.

"Don't say too much and kill this fang quickly, there is a lot of movement here, if we attract other strong people, we may not be able to keep a heaven and earth elixir of the true self level!"

One of the besieging monks spoke in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Mu Liang was suddenly taken aback, and the offensive in his hand instantly became several points sharper.

The other party was right, a heaven and earth elixir of the true self level was extremely tempting to the Jindan Great Monk.

If you attract monks of the same level, but if you attract Jindan monks.

When the time comes, they don't say whether they can keep the elixir and not be killed by the other party, but everything will be fine.

In their eyes, Lingyin was already a heaven and earth elixir that belonged to them, not a monk.

There is too much deception!

The mana of the spiritual hidden qi was almost out of balance.

The words of Mu Liang and the others made him extremely angry.

Ever since he had cultivated to the realm of true self, when had a monk dared to treat him so rudely.

But Lingyin had to sadly find that he really had no way out.

Three high-level real-self plus one real-self peak, a small real-self mid-level, even if you want to exchange injuries for injuries, you can't do it.

"If you want to use me for alchemy, give me a funeral!"

Ling Yin's heart was ruthless, and the mana he waved was retracted, and he contracted rapidly.

Seeing this, Mu Liang was shocked and shouted: "Quick, he wants to blow himself up, kill him, don't give him a chance to blow himself up!"

Saying that, Mu Liang couldn't care about anything anymore and used twelve points of mana.

The self-detonation of the true self realm, even if it is the self-detonation of the middle level of the real self, the power of such a close distance can be called earth-shattering.

really succeeded in blowing up Lingyin, and if he didn't drag the other party along, he would also be seriously injured.

Not to mention the fallacious, the other three Terran monks also went crazy.

The power of self-explosion is so scared even of Mu Liang, the peak of the true self, not to mention that they are high-level real self.

For a time, mana was intertwined.

The powerhouse of the True Self Realm who urged the mana with all his might, and the aftermath of the leaked mana shook the earth.

Cracks spread from the center of the battle between several people to the distance.

The surging mana bombarded Ling Yin's body, scattering the mana he had finally condensed.

At the same time, the trend of self-explosion has also come to an abrupt halt.

Boom –

Mu Liang and the others were waiting for the killer, and the terrifying aura came suddenly.

Poof! The vast pressure like an abyss fell on the Muliang people, and in an instant, the tendons were broken and broken, and they exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

In the same place, the weak souls of several people were left behind.

What's going on!?

Before the people could fully react, the terrifying coercion just now came again.

When the physical body was still alive, several people couldn't resist it, but now that only the divine soul remains, it was suppressed into ashes in an instant.

Feeling this terrifying and familiar coercion, Ling Yin bowed to the ground and said respectfully: "Ling Yin has thanked the ancestor for saving his life!"

"Let's go to the inner perimeter, this place is not suitable for you to stay for the time being!"

The voice that couldn't hear the emotion spread to Lingyin's sea of consciousness, which made Lingyin stunned.

Immediately, a warm mana enveloped his whole body, causing him to recover from serious injuries in his body.

"Thank you, Ancestor!"

Half-loud, Ling Yin reacted, and his face could not hide his joyful thanks.

Then they headed towards the inner perimeter of the million-strong mountain.

What happened to Ling Yin was just a shrunken shadow in the many battle scenes of the Million Mountains.

Almost at the same time, the terrifying abyss-like coercion suppressed down from the heavenly dome, enveloping the entire outer periphery of the million-strong mountain.

Monks who do not belong to the spirit clan are monks who do not reach the golden pill.

At this moment, they all exploded and died in an instant, and they couldn't even leave their souls.

Just like this, almost all the low- and middle-priced monks of the three clans who entered the million-strong mountain died.

And those Jindan great monks, whose cultivation is slightly weaker, are all bleeding from their mouths, and Jindan has been cracked.

"How is it possible, it is impossible, what kind of power has descended on this killer, aren't you afraid of the wrath of my clan's power?"

A Jindan beginner-level demon clan looked up to the sky and cried out, and at that moment he had a premonition of death.

The originally mellow Jin Dan in the body was cracked by the shock in this coercion, and it was no longer bright and mellow as before, and it was about to be broken at any time.

It can be said that just now, even if it did not destroy his tens of thousands of years of penance, it also cut off his path forward.