The time of the battle was going on, and what made the human race cultivators more and more solemn was that so many top-level magic weapons, so many top-level forces, had not been able to take down these alien souls for so long.

On the other hand, those alien races, after such a long battle, they also obviously felt something unusual, and finally a monk in the soul body couldn't help but shout: "Why haven't the monks of my clan come yet?

"Why didn't my Soul Clan Monk show up, why didn't I sense the breath of my clan from the beginning?Despicable Terran, what did you do?" After the so-called Spirit Clan soul body roared, the other Soul Clan monks couldn't help but shout.

They were not inferior in their respective ethnic statuses, and they were so sure at the beginning. It was because they felt that once such a big battle broke out, the aura would be terrifying, and the monks within a radius of a million miles would be able to sense it, and their respective clansmen would definitely arrive quickly.

Their thinking is still stuck in the era of hundreds of races, and in that era, although the human race is not weak, it is not a force that they will look at squarely. And at this moment, as the battle continued, they found that everything seemed to be a little different from what they imagined.

When they were banned in the Soul Manifestation Mirror, the human race was still in a state of melee with the various races, and at that time, Emperor Wu did not divide the thirteen states, and the various races fought in a complete land. At that time, there was often a small battle, and if all parties did not restrain themselves, the masters of various clans would continue to join the battle, and eventually it would turn into a big war.

And at this moment, this battle lasted not for a short time, but they didn't feel any monks of the same race rushing to help, and the faces of this group of alien soul bodies began to become more and more ugly, and they vaguely knew in their hearts that when they were sealed in the soul mirror, something big seemed to have happened that they didn't know.

"Spirit Gathering Technique!" The Spirit Clan monk who spoke at the beginning raised his fingers, and a spiritual light shot up into the sky, spreading out in the sky like fireworks, and the dense light spread rapidly to all around, almost in a few breaths, it had already enveloped the entire land of Zhongzhou.

"Witch Horn!" The simple skeleton was only wrapped in a layer of flesh and skin, and his dark fingers poked into the air, and there was an extra horn made of white bone in his hand, and the mana suddenly sounded, and the vibration that went straight into the soul made the faces of many monks watching the battle from a distance turn pale for a while, as if the soul was about to leave the body.

"Spiritism!" Although the monk with the head of a tiger was a soul body, it was dripping red blood from his fingertips, and after the blood dripped on the ground, it quickly condensed, like a spiritual speed, forming an incomparably complex pattern.

The moment the blood pattern took shape, an incomparably strange aura emanated from the monk's feet, and the surrounding trees and flowers, including the houses, and even the monk watching the battle from afar, seemed to have received some kind of summoning. If it weren't for the fact that they were all monks and had relatively firm minds, they might even have walked towards the battle circle in a daze under the call of this pattern.

The Terran monks also understood at this moment, these monks did not know the current situation at all, they were using the communication techniques of their respective races to summon the monks of their own race to come to help in the battle.

How could those besieging Terran monks explain this to them? Their attacks never stopped, but although their faces were unwavering, their hearts were extremely shocked.

The techniques of these alien soul body cultivators are indeed too different from those of the human race, and the path they take is not the same at all. Coupled with the fact that they were detained in the Soul Manifestation Mirror in the first place, it shows that they are not idle people. At this moment, under such a siege, they still have the opportunity to use these spells.

It was only at this time that the Terran monks could roughly understand that these monks were probably from six races. Because in a short period of time, six different summoning spells have appeared.

The faces of these alien monks became more and more ugly, on the one hand, they used these techniques to let the monks of their own clan know that there was a battle here, and to rush over as quickly as possible, and at the same time, they also let them know where the monks of their own clan were at the moment.

However, after these spells were cast, they did not feel the presence of any clansmen, as if there was a faint barrier between heaven and earth, completely isolating the place where they were from the outside world.

"What the hell is going on? how could my psychic numbers be useless?" the tiger-headed man hissed, and his big fan-like hand suddenly changed, shooting out towards this front like a huge tiger claw, and a tiger-shaped phantom jumped out along his palm, knocking the Terran monk who was fighting in front of him into the air.

"Despicable Terran, what exactly have you done to my people?" the Spirit Monk's face changed dramatically, and like everyone else, he did not feel the presence of his own people.

"Let's kill them together!" The witch monk and several other monks didn't say much, the result of their spells was the same, at this moment they were no longer entangled in revenge for the Terrans' imprisonment of them, they were eager to understand the current situation.

"Kill it!" several people shouted.

Although these soul cultivators were all detained in the Soul Manifestation Mirror at the beginning, it does not mean that they were dealing with the Terrans together. At that time, this land was a chaotic place, and there were many wars between various ethnic groups, and these people were not only not allies, but even had a lot of grudges.

However, in such a situation, these people quickly formed a simple alliance, and there were signs of cooperation with each other.

The faces of those Terran monks were still cold, but the cold sweat on their foreheads betrayed the emotions in their hearts. One-on-one, none of them dared to say that they were sure to defeat their respective opponents in a short period of time. At this moment, the opponents have begun to unite, and their pressure has become even greater.

"Hurry up!" a middle-aged monk in a gossip robe turned his head to several monks holding soul mirrors behind him.

The monks had already made a decision before they came, and the eleven monks were in front, each choosing an opponent to hold back, and the four monks in the rear used the Soul Mirror to detain these spirits.

It's just that although these alien monks are soul bodies, their combat power is too strong, although the battle time is actually not too long, and the speed of the four monks behind them is fast enough, they still feel that the process is too long.

Fortunately, as the monk's words fell, the four soul mirrors emitted a dark gray light at the same time, and in a flash, they enveloped the souls of the four alien races. The cultivation of these four Terran cultivators was much higher than that of Yue Yuanfeng, and after the Soul Manifestation Mirror was driven, the power displayed had also increased a lot.

However, what happened next made the faces of many Terran monks turn pale in an instant.

"Soul Slashing!" The first to make a voice was the monk of the Wu Clan, and when he waved his hand, a pitch-black bone knife suddenly appeared in his hand, and it suddenly slashed down in the void in front of him, and a faint shadow rushed out of his body and merged into the Soul Mirror, and the body that was dragged by the Soul Manifestation Mirror instantly stopped in place.

"Shattered body!" the tiger-headed monk snorted softly, stretched out his hand, and the little finger phalanx of his finger instantly fell off from the fingertips, separated from the body, and flew towards the soul mirror, and his body also stabilized in an instant, eliminating the effect of the soul mirror.

"Puppet Spirit!" the Spirit Clan monk drank, and a weed on the ground suddenly swelled, blocking in front of him, and then a pale cyan shadow broke away from the weed and flew towards the Soul Manifestation Mirror.

"Exorcism!" The last monk's figure was fluttering, turning into countless phantoms, and under the sunlight, countless shadows appeared on the ground, and these shadows fused together in an instant, rushing towards the Soul Mirror, and after a while, the monk also looked at the monk holding the Soul Manifestation Mirror with a sneer, and his face was not without a look of pride.

"Childish, I have been waiting in this thing for countless years, and what I think about every day is how to break this broken magic weapon of your human race, how can I let you succeed at this moment?"

The rest of the people also sneered, looking at the Terran monk with a provocative look.

"I'm afraid I'm in some trouble now!" muttered the monk in the gossip robe. The other monks also felt a burst of scalp tingling, these alien methods are too weird, they are all masters of the new generation, those monks who had experience in fighting with alien races back then, although they have a long life, but after all, they can't survive until now, they have turned into dust.

And they, at this moment, already know that if the Soul Manifestation Mirror can't work. Once the other party wants to leave, there is no way to keep it with a few of them. And what they are most worried about is to lose control of these people and let them rush into the hinterland of Zhongzhou, so that the destruction is too terrifying.

"What's more troublesome is still to come!" the gossip monk's words reached the ears of the alien monks, and the alien monks all laughed.

Those alien monks' hatred for the Soul Manifestation Mirror has been deep in their bones, they were worried that the reinforcements of the Terran monks would continue to come, and at first they were still thinking about summoning their own monks to help in the war, but at this moment they found that their clansmen did not come, and the Terrans did not seem to have any reinforcements. With a chill in their gaze, they began to gather on the Soul Mirror.

"Kill!" This battle was a life-and-death battle, and no one was in the mood to waste time, and after the alien monks roared, they all cast their most terrifying spells and attacked the Terran monks.

For a while, countless meteors with firelight flew in the sky one by one. The earth on the ground rose to the sky as if it had a spirit, forming a terrifying giant to join the battle.

Those towering giant trees that looked harmless to humans and animals, in the stunned faces of many Terran monks, strangely grew their feet, and strode towards the battle circle.

Countless mournful shouts roared in the battle circle, and clouds of pitch-black smoke rushed left and right in the battle circle, these smoke were fierce souls, and every shout disturbed the minds of the human monks.