On the battlefield, some of the lich monks who were stained with flower petals, and some of their essence and Dao enlightenment turned into Dao fruits and fell on the battlefield, but no one paid attention to them.

This fruit is that if a mortal eats one, he will be able to steadily improve his cultivation and enter the path of cultivation.

If Meng Huan cultivated the supernatural powers of the flowers to the extreme, he could directly turn other people's supernatural powers into his own use, but there would be no such golden "Dao fruits".

However, at this time, Meng Huan didn't have time to care about those fruits, he still couldn't bear those fruits on himself like the old tree before.

"Gotta go!"

Meng Huan found out, and hurriedly made a magical power, turning into a golden light and flying away from the battlefield.

His mana was incomparably strong at this time, but his speed was not much faster than before.

A golden light appeared, and immediately became the light on this small battlefield, he just killed not only the witch clan, but also the demon clan, as soon as this escape technique was cast, it attracted the attention of countless demon cultivators and witch cultivators.

"Kill him! This person actually betrayed my demon clan and killed me with the witch monks. ”

These are the language of the demon clan, Meng Huan can understand it, and immediately regrets it, why did he use such a dazzling magic power to escape?

The Wu clan has the ancestor of the Emperor River, who is good at speed, the power of the imperial envoy space, and his descendants are also good at speed, and the speed of the Heavenly Witch of some Dijiang tribes is not inferior to Meng Huan, chasing after Meng Huan.

The Wu clan has countless feather clan demon cultivators, there are golden crows and rainbows, and there are Dapeng wings spreading, and the speed is no less than Meng Huan, chasing after him.

These monks were blinded by the calamity, and they did not distinguish between friend and foe, but only killed. Whoever attacks them, or just doesn't like them, kills them.

Soon, Meng Huan was caught up, and a stone spear pierced him, this stone spear was like a stone tool used by the ancient human race to hunt eternity, but Meng Huan did not dare to despise it, because he felt a thick blood and evil qi from above. The blood qi was dyed when the witch clan sacrificed the witch treasure, and the evil qi on it was enough to prove that this witch soldier had conquered countless enemies.

Meng Huan wanted to summon the Qingping Sword, but he had never used the Qingping Sword since he regained his body, and he wanted to take it out at this time, but found that the sword could not be taken out, and he was restricted by this illusion.

"What's going on? Could it be because there is also the existence of Tongtian in this illusion, and there is also the Qingping Sword? But this is just an illusion...... Maybe it's just that I'm controlled by the illusion and can't use the Qingping Sword?"

No matter what kind of possibility it is, it is not good for Meng Huan.

Meng Huan spewed out from the fire in one mouthful, but this was enough to kill a monk at the level of True Immortal by fire, and it was not enough for a monk in the late stage of the Heavenly Witch at the level of Xuan Immortal, and he didn't even stop the witch treasure for a moment.

"What should I do?"

Meng Huan fled at full speed, but the witch soldier followed closely. He wanted to use the flower blossom to instantly supernatural power, that was his most skilled supernatural power, but even so, it couldn't work, before Meng Huan only relied on the flower blossom to deal with some true immortal level and below the monk in an instant, but now it is useless, unless the Wu clan monk who followed closely behind him stood and let him fight.

Meng Huan's imperial envoy made a ball of heavy water, with hundreds of drops, as heavy as a mountain, and crashed towards the witch soldier.

With a bang, the heavy water was scattered, but the witch soldier was also blocked, Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took the opportunity to escape.

But at this moment, countless sharp swords pierced towards him, each of which had the power of a top-level immortal treasure.

A man in black stood behind, commanding those flying swords, he did not hide his aura, Meng Huan felt it, it was a sword eagle, its feathers were as sharp as a sword, this sword eagle should have refined all the feathers on its body into flying swords, and there were thousands of flying swords coming towards Meng Huan.

"Good guys!"

Meng Huan was taken aback, Rao is that he already had several spirit treasures, and he had never seen such a big battle, these thousands of flying swords, to some extent, were no less powerful than a low-grade spirit treasure.

He had to admire at this time, the ancient monks were really terrifying, many of the methods were a little less gorgeous, a little more primitive, but the power was much stronger.

Meng Huan erupted with a sun true fire, wanting to smelt these flying swords. But it can't be as he wants, his Sun True Fire is only close to Dao Fire, not the real Dao Fire, he doesn't understand the Dao of Fire thoroughly enough, he just absorbs some other people's perceptions. If these flying swords were ownerless, Meng Huan could have smelted them all, but the problem was that the owner of these flying swords was still a ruthless person.

Meng Huan couldn't, took out the treasure compass and smashed it for a while, very direct, very violent, using this non-offensive magic weapon as a weapon, and smashed it out of a way.

However, there were too many flying swords, and he was still covered with scars, and he was injured by those flying swords.

His heart felt like a big stone had been crushed, and it was extremely heavy, because he found that there was no machine spirit in this treasure search compass, and the temporary machine spirit was not in it.

This is fake! Meng Huan concluded.

But fortunately, this treasure compass is still a treasure compass, hard enough.

Meng Huan escaped, and saw a war halberd sweeping towards him, and a Wu clan man was holding this war halberd and attacking fiercely.

“...... Are you enemies, okay?Why did the demons join forces to fight me?" Meng Huan was very depressed, thinking that this was the arrangement of the master of the illusion realm, that is, he didn't want him to board the demon sealing platform and not let him leave the mountains and rivers society.

He didn't know if his supernatural powers were sprinkled on the battlefield before, killing enemies and invisible, whether it was the demon clan or the witch clan, whether he hated him as an executioner.

Meng Huan once again used the treasure compass to resist, but his body did not refine his body, and there was so much strength there, he was directly hit by this halberd and smashed down on a piece of heavenly palace, and this palace became a broken wall.

This is not over, Meng Huan saw a fan full of spikes again, and turned towards him, and the magic weapon of the fan was used as a weapon to take Meng Huan's life.

This fan is refined by a demon cultivator with short hair all over his body, and it is extremely sharp.

Meng Huan had to suffer this blow at this time, this demon clan was too good at seizing the opportunity, he happened to be scattered by the halberd of the witch clan monk at this time, where could he resist.

"Alright, let him go!"

Just when Meng Huan thought that his life was in danger, a hearty voice came out, and the fan was knocked back.

Meng Huan saw that a golden crow was standing in the air, staring at them, those demon clans stopped and rushed back, but the few chasing witch clans didn't care, they were warlike, and they were brave and not afraid of death.

Some Wu clans killed towards the golden crow, and some Wu clans killed towards Meng Huan.

It's a pity that a real fire fell on them as if it was about to burn the heavens and the earth, directly burning them to serious injuries.

These witch cultivators were seriously injured, but they were still not afraid, and their eyes showed a fierce light.

"Savage race. ”

The Wu clan always hunts the demon clan as a blood food tonic, and the demon clan covets the luck of heaven and earth controlled by the natural gods of the Wu clan, and the contradiction between the two clans has been a long time.

At this time, the golden crow didn't care about these seriously injured witch clans, but asked Meng Huan, "Who are you, what does it have to do with my ninth brother!"