Seeing that Yi Yunfei was still unmoved, Iger, who wanted to maintain the last trace of dignity, sighed, slammed his forehead on the hard ground, and shouted loudly: "Ask the Dragon Emperor of the Human Race to be merciful and let the Heavenly Clan live, I, I, I, will sincerely belong on behalf of the Heavenly Clan!"

"We are willing to sincerely return!" The crying pleas sounded one after another behind Iger, under Yi Yunfei's terrifying power, the high-level of the Heavenly Clan no longer had any will to resist, only hoping that Yi Yunfei could immediately wave his hand to stop this slaughter.

The battle finally stopped, and more than half of the Heavenly Clan's masters were killed or injured in this battle, and the powerful Heavenly Clan was frightened by Yi Yunfei for the first time. Even if the strength of the Celestial Clan monks who lost their command was not weaker than that of the Terran monks, they had no morale and no will to resist, and after all, the struggle from the beginning turned into a one-sided slaughter.

Naturally, the Terran monks also had casualties, but compared to the battle with the Shura clan, compared to the number of casualties of the Celestial Clan monks in this battle, the casualties of the Terran race of less than 30,000 were almost negligible.

The earth-shattering cheers were heard from the sky, and the faces of every Terran were filled with pride and excitement, and this was the most proud moment for the Terrans in hundreds of thousands of years. Monk Xu Du shouted in a hoarse voice, still feeling unable to express the emotions in his heart at the moment, and the light of countless spells went towards the sky, covering the entire Heavenly Clan's holy mountain like fireworks.

The dilapidated holy mountain, the high-level of the Celestial Clan who respectfully knelt in front of Yi Yunfei and the other high-level of the Terran, and the Celestial Clan monks with their faces like ashes, the screams and screams of pain coming from everywhere were in stark contrast to the excited expressions of the Terrans.

The Celestial Clan knew that the Terran had come out of an Emperor Realm, but they had the confidence of the Celestial Clan's formation, and they were not afraid at first. It's just that they rummaged through the ancient books, and they couldn't understand how terrifying a master of the Emperor Realm could be. The proud hole cards were shattered in front of Yi Yunfei like a devastating ancient era, and there was a fear from the soul in their eyes when they looked at Yi Yunfei.

The fluctuation of the aura covered all the Terran monks, and the Zongyun card began to play a role without any accidents, and the clouds of calamity rolled in the sky, and countless Terran monks were crossing the tribulation. Yi Yunfei looked at the sky with cold eyes, and now he already knew that this so-called Heavenly Tribulation was not the real providence of heaven, but was set up by the Twenty-Eight Houses in order to suppress the growth of the Fox Star Cultivator.

Thousands of years have passed, and I don't know how many Junjie died in this terrifying thunderstorm. I don't know how many lives I have to try, but I have found some ways to resist the thunderstorm. Every thunderstorm reminds the monks who know the inside story, this planet is called the Fox. And the raccoon is a mythical beast that controls the prison in ancient mythology.

The Raccoon Star is a huge prison set up by the Twenty-Eight Nights for the remnants of the Ancient Heavenly Court.

Yi Yunfei's gaze saw through the heavy clouds and saw the large array of light film in the sky, and he could vaguely see countless pairs of indifferent eyes behind the light film.

A blinding light emerged from behind the clouds, and a huge phantom appeared in the sky out of thin air. It was a tall figure in a Taoist robe, with wide-eyed eyes, holding a seal in his hand, looking coldly at the monks who were crossing the ground tribulation, raising his hand and holding the seal downward.

"Finally can't help it?" Yi Yunfei snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and the palm stretched out above his head manifested a palm print that covered the sky and the sun, and blasted towards the light and shadow that the seal had conjured up.

Everyone on the ground saw this scene, the Terran monk's face was shocked, the phantom of this seal was still tens of thousands of meters away from the ground, and the terrifying aura had suppressed it and made their hair stand on end. They didn't understand what was going on, and only a few experts who knew the inside story had solemn faces.

And after the patriarch of the Heavenly Clan, Eagle saw that phantom appeared, his heart was shocked, and what he was holding tightly in his hand was the jade slip that Yi Yunfei had sent before. There was endless remorse in his heart, and at this moment he naturally knew that what Yi Yunfei said was true.

The huge palm print was about to touch the phantom shadow of the seal, and at this moment, an even more dazzling light flashed above the light film of the formation in the sky. The light was like a light smoke, gently sweeping over the light of the seal, and in the blink of an eye, the phantom of the seal turned into a point of light in the sky without a sound. Even the phantom that appeared out of thin air, after being swept away, became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, and dissipated in a moment.

"Filthy sinners, your end is coming, enjoy these last days!"

The palm prints that had lost their target still rushed straight up, bombarding the light curtain in the sky, and the endless clouds in the sky dissipated in an instant. For the first time, the monks of the world, including Yi Yunfei, saw that the colorful clouds flashed from above the light curtain of the Outer Heaven Formation, reflecting on those monks who had crossed the tribulation.

"I see, I have always wondered that there will be feedback after the tribulation, it turns out that these are not the feedback of the so-called Heavenly Dao, but the back hand laid by the Ancient Heavenly Court. Yi Yunfei was high in the sky, and when he saw the origin of those colorful clouds, some doubts in his heart were finally completely solved.

"It seems that although the Ancient Heavenly Court was forced to the end of the road back then, it still has a profound foundation after all, and it is unlikely that those people outside the heavens will want to rush down in a short period of time. Even the phantoms that manifested with the help of special spells were ruthlessly strangled by this formation, and this formation was able to resist us for a while. Yi Yunfei landed quietly and said softly.

"The Ancient Heavenly Court may have also thought that the other party would have a way to manifest and descend, they should also want to put some pressure on the Fierce Star Cultivator, the other party is not unable to come, otherwise the armor warriors faced by the Dragon Emperor when he crossed the tribulation would not be able to explain. It can only be said that the strength of the opposing monk after the arrival of this great array can put enough pressure on the human monk, but it will not completely destroy the creatures of the Fox Star. Pei Daoqi heard Yi Yunfei's words and said softly.

"Collect all the classics of the major forces of the human race and various different races, except for the top-secret exercise classics, and arrange special people to study them carefully. I estimate that the Ancient Heavenly Court should still have a backhand left, and if we have to find a way to find it, every bit of strength can give us a little more life. Yi Yunfei thought for a moment and turned around to arrange.

"Okay!" Pei Daoqi nodded in response, looked up at Yi Yunfei and asked again, "Are we going to withdraw to Zhongzhou, or are we going to continue to conquer the next alien race?"

"There is not much time left for us, let's go on! Accept these alien races as quickly as possible, relieve your worries, and at the same time, you can also improve the strength of the human race, so you can go to sea and head towards the next target without delay!" Yi Yunfei said with a serious face.

The training was almost done, and Yi Yunfei decided to take action in person, solve the other alien races as quickly as possible, and concentrate on dealing with the threat from outside the sky. After only resting for less than ten days in Lizhou, the Terran army left some people to continue to deal with the follow-up, and then marched towards the Soul Clan again.

The sky in the soul state where the soul clan is located is extremely dim, and it is really like a netherworld hell. On the endless dark earth, there is not a single grass, and there is not even a single leaf on those sparse and scattered towering trees. The pitch-black trunks proclaim their long history, and they don't know how many years have passed.

This clan, like the demon clan, has laid a huge magic circle in the soul state, enveloping the entire land. Before the army of Terran monks landed, the large array had already opened, and the pitch-black formation light curtain was filled with black smoke, and countless grim faces flashed on the light curtain, ready to jump out at any time.

Yi Yunfei didn't intend to delay too much time here, and immediately sacrificed the Cangyi Thunder Knife, and the snowy sword light slashed down unreasonably. Even if it was the large array arranged by the power of the clan that enveloped the entire Soul Prefecture, with the cultivation of Yi Yunfei Emperor Realm, it only took dozens of slashes to break this formation.

It was not so much that the formation was broken, but that Yi Yunfei's terrifying cultivation had exhausted the last trace of the barren Soul State, and the formation without energy support was finally broken. It was not the army of the soul clan that greeted the Terran monks, but countless ghosts.

These spirits come in a variety of appearances, and it can be seen that they come from different ethnic groups. Yi Yunfei already knew that after Emperor Wu divided the Soul State, there were not only soul races in this state, but also other ethnic groups. It's just that the endless years have passed, and those alien races have turned into weapons used to attack in the hands of the soul race, and disappeared into the dust of history.

For Soul State, the human race has no understanding at all. At the beginning, the Terran monks who were sent to the states to investigate were only in the Soul State, and no news came back. This race is too weird, and the faces of the human race can't hide in Soul State.

However, in the face of absolute strength, whether there is information or not is actually the same, leaving the Terran monks behind him to clean up those remnants of the defeated generals, Yi Yunfei's divine thoughts stretched, pushing all the way. When many large-scale cities turned into ashes in his hands, the number of monks who appeared in the soul clan gradually increased, and their cultivation became higher and higher.

When the many high-ranking members of the Soul Clan standing in front of the huge city saw Yi Yunfei appear, they were shocked beyond words. The Terrans, who were once kneaded by them at will, have not only blocked their invasion several times, but now they have even come to the door.

The soul clan controls the undead, and the magic weapons are all made of the bones of various living beings, and it stands to reason that life and death have long been commonplace. But what they have seen should be the life and death of others, and when they face life and death, that cruelty and coldness instantly turn into deep fear.

The Soul Clan, who thought that they would always resist somewhat, knelt on the ground as soon as Yi Yunfei appeared, expressing their submission. Instead, Yi Yunfei, who was full of desire to strangle this group of people, ghosts, and ghosts, punched him in the air.

You can't blame the Soul Clan for being instigated early, Yi Yunfei single-handedly pushed half of the Soul Prefecture, and those huge cities were slapped into the ground by him, where did the Soul Clan still have the courage to attack him?