Seeing that Yang Zan led the ten hurricane ships to retreat and withdraw from the battle, Yan Wen was really relieved, and at the same time, he secretly withdrew his summons to the Yuan Silkworm True Spirit.

Although there were only ten, the powerful attack power of the hurricane ships was really terrifying, and with the existing means, only the Nanban True Spirit could fight against the ten hurricane ships, but once the summoning was cast, their Yuan Silkworm Department would lose a powerful killer weapon.

Forcing Yang Zan back is the best result.

Yang Zan was very satisfied with the retreat of the hurricane ships, but Chang Feng, who was hidden in the crowd, would not let them go, because when he knew that Yang Zan had ten hurricane ships in his hands, the Yang Alliance started the idea of these hurricane ships.

After all, if you want to deal with Shanhai Country, you can't crack the powerful means of hurricane ships, and the Yang Alliance will be very passive.

When Yang Zan led the hurricane ship away, Chang Feng inspired the messenger jade slip that had been prepared for a long time, and everyone from the Yang Alliance went to stop and deal with it.

On the other side, facing Yang Zan, who chose to leave, he was angry, helpless, aggrieved, and hateful...... Many emotions surged, blood and qi surged, Rao is Yang Yulong, as a god cultivator, was also confused, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out and fell under the golden clouds.

At this moment, Yan Wen led a group of Yuan Silkworm Followers to ride a giant Yuan Silkworm Transformation White Cloud into the sky, and Yang Yulong, who was full of majesty and vomited blood with one finger, said:

"Yang Yulong, you have caused trouble in the Southern Barbarians, you are unpopular, you have already betrayed your relatives, surrender quickly, otherwise you will definitely die, and the Heavenly Snake Department will also fall into a place of no return because of you. ”

"What about the land of no return? To this day, how can this king ever be afraid, haha...... Yan Wen, even the king of death will pull you on your back. With Yang Zan's departure, Yang Yulong already knew that he would definitely lose today, but he would not give up, he would die with Yan Wen.

After a wild roar, the black light flashed in Yang Yulong's hand, and a black pagoda appeared, and he roared loudly: "Warriors of the Heavenly Snake Tribe, the true god of the Heavenly Snake is with you, kill this king, kill." ”

With the words, Yang Yulong threw the black pagoda in his hand into the air, and then the spirit worm flew out of the pagoda, forming a black cloud and galloping towards Yanwen.

At the same time, Yang Yulong summoned and led his entourage and the elders of the Heavenly Snake Department to rush towards Yan Wen, obviously wanting to burn Yan Wen and the jade.

"Ground Level Magic Treasure Spirit Worm Tower!" Seeing that Yang Yulong sacrificed the black pagoda, Yan Wen was slightly startled, and then he recovered his murderous aura, the light and shadow in his hand flashed, and he casually threw out a silkworm cocoon as white as jade, and the silkworm cocoon turned into an invisible transparent thin net, and flew out of the spirit insect cover towards the spirit insect tower.

The two earth-level magic weapons then collided against each other.

"Yang Yulong, since you are seeking your own death, then the king will fulfill you, the Yuan silkworm soldiers, and the whole army will attack. With the wild drinking, Yan Wen also gave the order for a general attack, and at the same time led a group of followers to rush towards Yang Yulong and the others.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were strangled together.

"Boom ......" Yan Wen and Yang Yulong hit each other with a spell, regardless of victory or defeat, each retreating ten zhang.

"Yan Wen, this king has learned your methods, I originally thought that everything was under the control of this king, but I didn't want this king to be played by you, this king is unwilling, this king is unwilling!"

Almost roaring, Yang Yulong let out unwilling words, and with a wave of his palm, a silver light spirit snake rushed towards Yan Wen like a feather arrow, but before it could get close to Yan Wen, it exploded, turning into a huge snake head and wanting to swallow Yan Wen down.

Facing the spirit snake urged out by Yang Yulong, Yan Wen pointed his finger, and a ball of flame directly dispersed, and then rushed into the huge snake head, ignited it in an instant, and disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye.

"Yang Yulong, the nine tribes of the Southern Barbarians belong to the same body, and they were originally peaceful, but you wantonly provoked and intended to be the king and hegemon, this is the fundamental reason for your failure. ”

"Failure, this king doesn't believe in failure, it must be you who played a trick, Yan Wen, tell this king, how did you crack the Heavenly Snake Poison Fire?

"Haha...... Yang Yulong, I'm afraid this question is going to disappoint you, I'm afraid you won't be able to know the truth in your life, maybe this king can tell you when you die. Yan Wen is calm and calm.

"Ah......" A spell urged, Yang Yulong slashed at Yan Wen with a sword and shouted:

"Yan Wen, don't you say that this king also knows, it must be you who the king of Chu helped, it must be the old slippery head, thanks to this king who gave him so many resources and gave him so many promises, this king just doesn't understand, why doesn't he look down on this king as the king of the entire Nanban Nine Divisions, why?

Invisibly, Xiang Xi, the king of Chu, carried a black cauldron for the Yang Alliance, which made Xiang Huayang, who was fighting fiercely with the Heavenly Snake Monk not far away, depressed, but at such a moment, he couldn't argue about what to explain, so he could only pinch his nose and admit it.

The figure flickered, Yan Wen turned into two at once, dodged Yang Yulong's powerful blow and then recovered, and said with a sneer: "Yang Yulong, you have no revenge but your heart is higher than the sky, arrogant but you are fierce and inward-looking, no one will associate with a villain like you, don't talk about the King of Chu, look at the eyes! Even the old friends of the Shanhai Kingdom have abandoned you, sad, really sad!"

"Shut up, Yan Wen, you stop talking. With a roar, Yang Yulong was about to urge the spell to continue the fight to the death, but a Crossing Monk was horizontally killed and stopped Yang Yulong.

"Your Majesty, the Yuan Silkworm army has surrounded us heavily, and the Yuan Silkworm army is equipped with a large number of demon extermination bows, and our side has suffered heavy losses...... Your Majesty, retreat, give the order to retreat! As long as we retreat to Yuanjiang City, we can still protect ourselves!"

The words of the Tribulation Elder brought Yang Yulong, who had already fallen into the peak, back to some of his senses.

But Yan Wen would not let him be satisfied, and said with a loud laugh: "Haha...... Self-preservation, Yang Yulong, do you still want to protect yourself?"

"To tell you the truth, when there was a big war in our place, the three families of Jin, Meng, and Mu of the Heavenly Snake Department were supported by the kings of the three Western Barbarian Divisions, and they had already captured Yuanjiang City, and set up a new king, and the Heavenly Snake Department had changed dynasties, and your history was over. ”

"No, impossible, absolutely impossible?" Almost instinctively, Yang Yulong couldn't believe such a reality, but he had already received the news of the turmoil in Yuanjiang City before, and he couldn't calm down in his heart, and then he shouted wildly:

"The king of the three tribes of the Western Barbarians is in the hands of this king, and they will never dare to betray this king, Yan Wen, what you said is all fake, fake. ”

"Hmph, Yang Yulong, you used shameless means to forcibly control the kings of the three Western Barbarians and force them to be used by you, and now this king will tell you that this king can break your Heavenly Snake Venom Fire, and others can also break it. ”

Yan Wen's words made Yang Yulong fall into a panic, because his means of controlling the king of the three Western Barbarians was the Heavenly Snake Poisonous Fire, and Yan Wen had also been hit by his own Heavenly Snake Poisonous Fire.

Yan Wen is fine now, and the three kings of the Western Barbarians will be fine.

Although he fell into a comprehensive passivity, Yang Yulong still had the last hope, that is, his Heavenly Snake Lair, as long as he retreated, he still had the strength of the Game King, but a conversation with Yan Wen completely crushed his last hope.

Yuanjiang City was occupied by other clans, and even a new Heavenly Snake King appeared, what other means did he Yang Yulong have?

Seeing that Yang Yulong's eyes flashed sluggishly, Yan Wen Lingjian slashed, and said coldly: "Yang Yulong, do you know why the three major foreign races of mountains and seas have the most transcendent status in our southern barbarians, even the seven kingdoms of mountains and seas dare not interfere with us too much?"

Facing Yan Wen's question, Yang Yulong regained some clarity, and Yan Wen said in the tone of an elder: "That's not because we are proficient in the art of spirit insects, but because we are united in the Southern Barbarians. ”

"Although we have nine tribes in the Southern Barbarians, the Yuan Silkworm Kings of the past dynasties have carried the interests of the entire barbarian tribe on their shoulders, advanced and retreated together with the other eight tribes externally, and mediated the relationship between the eight tribes internally and impartially, so that other forces have no chance to take advantage of it, and only then can the relative independence of my Nanban land be ensured. ”

"But you, for your own selfish desires, in order to dominate the Nanban, even went out to the mountains and seas, and brought endless disasters to the entire Nanban land, you are the woe of my Nanban, my Nanban sinner through the ages. ”

"Yang Yulong, you, deserve death, you should be nailed to the pillar of shame of my Nanban history, and let the barbarians spit on all generations. ”