Returning to the Soul Cultivation Ring, he slowly floated towards the Relic Alliance City while studying the mini locket in his hand. The small box is boxy but only an inch, except for the front lid with three rounds of demonic flowers, the others are weird and unfamiliar fonts.

It turns out that the Shadow Clan used this thing to hold things, and it had the same function as the storage bracelet, but the internal space was half smaller. The things inside are messy and very messy, and it seems that the other party has a heavy task and doesn't even have time to take care of it. ’

The first thing that caught his attention was not the spirit material and the blue spirit stone, but two black and dark books, and when he secretly helped Le Lan, there was a magic weapon of this kind sacrificed by the fang. But only these two books did not have any fluctuations, they were just tools for recording words, picked up one and looked at it for a while, Lei Xiaoyao suddenly smiled slightly. It turned out to be a translation of the language of the Shadow Clan and the five common languages of the Little Wasteland, which must be the standard for every high-level. After studying this book thoroughly, you will be able to understand the meaning of the various strange voices made by the other party.

There are indeed a lot of spiritual materials brought by this fang, but they have not been seen in the past eighty percent, and Lei Xiaoyao knows that these must be unique to the other party's plane, and their value is immeasurable. The remaining hundred or so kinds of low-level spiritual materials are all familiar, and they are not rewarded or captured during the battle. He tinkered with the storage boxes, and sure enough, two storage bags fell into view, both of which contained three or four mid-to-low-grade magic weapons, but there were very few spirit crystals. A glimpse of the whole picture, such a long war of attrition has made the already not rich Little Wasteland Monks even worse. He estimated that the major ethnic groups were struggling to support themselves on years of accumulation and inventory, and even if they did not see the bottom, there was not much left.

The battle of the Relic Alliance City was indeed raging, and on the sky a hundred miles to the west, more than a dozen figures were fighting each other, and the space there trembled and trembled, as if it was about to be shattered at any time. Except for the old monsters of the Ning Infant Realm, who can create such a terrifying momentum, Lei Xiaoyao stared carefully, and there were actually three figures among them who were more familiar. In addition to one who is the patriarch of the half-blood holy clan who has already seen it, there is also a slightly obese body, which is the proud disciple of Kuzhu who has no way, and with the special supernatural powers of Haoran's body, he can hold up two early stage monks of the Shadow by himself. The other is a short dwarf, who can grow like that except for the predecessors of the Blue Mountains who have this 'great figure'. In front of the tall figure of the other party, it seemed quite funny. Although Lei Xiaoyao couldn't see their specific cultivation clearly, taking the well-known Blue Mountain senior's mid-stage realm as an example, there were no late-stage old monsters here. There is also a senior who seems to be at the peak realm of the middle stage, struggling to resist the opponent one early and one mid, and the realm of the rest of the opponents is almost equal.

The most gorgeous, splendid and extensive battle group was two hundred miles to the south, which was the realm of the Jindan Realm monks, and there were as many as hundreds of figures in the sword light and sword shadows, and the momentum was quite amazing. All kinds of magic instruments are intertwined to play a miserable and bloody movement. From time to time, there are monks who are defeated or injured and flee away, and the figures behind must be in hot pursuit, and occasionally some fall straight down, basically more than lucky.

A hundred miles in front of the city, two or three hundred thousand Shadow Legions were surrounded by hundreds of large siege machines, and on each of them stood a True Realm monk. They are manipulating these giant beasts to shoot countless lightsabers, or huge triangular stone boxes and heavy rolling logs, fiercely attacking the city protection array. Each raindrop-like attack can hit ripples on the protective large light shield. There are also some people who manipulate spiritual weapons to attack directly, but the monks in the city are not idle, and every attack is taken by someone, and the rest are guarding the light shield, and from time to time they output spiritual power to replenish it.

What caught Lei Xiaoyao's attention was that at the forefront of the 200,000 Fang Shadow Legions, the one in command seemed to be an old monster in the middle of the Infant Realm. Directly above the city gate, there were only two lonely figures. One has a heavy breath and is wearing a purple robe, which is the peak of the late stage of the Jindan Realm, and the other is a female cultivator, with red lips and white teeth, quite beautiful, but her breath is cold and cold like frost.

'Hey, hey, unfortunately, we're meeting again. "'That appearance will not be forgotten for many years, and I haven't seen it for nearly a hundred years, this girl has not only become a fake pill, but also reached the peak of the early stage.

Lei Xiaoyao estimated the distance between the Condensing Infant Realm Battle Group and the Jindan Realm, which was at least two hundred miles away, and the ant-like legion below happened to be sandwiched in the middle. Whoever goes to help either side will go beyond the attack range of the other side. But in the middle, you can almost look at each other, but you have to face to face with the old fang.

At this moment, the tall fang, which had been sitting, suddenly stood up, seemingly impatient. Glaring fiercely at the protective light shield, his right hand was raised, and a small glass-colored transparent bow appeared in his palm, and his left hand held three dark iron-colored arrows. As soon as the two objects appeared, the surrounding aura immediately swarmed towards them, and with just one flicker, the bow body soared by seven feet, and the arrows reached a zhang length. The old monster of the Fangying Shadow slowly rose into the air, the terrifying spiritual pressure of the Infant Condensation Realm loomed, and the attacking formation below immediately split to both sides, each flashing a distance of three or four miles. Seeing this, a man and a woman at the head of the city immediately turned gloomy, and they all flew up and passed through the light shield to the void in front of the city.

At this moment, a large yellow cloud appeared strangely on the firmament of the Southern Jindan Realm cultivator's battle group, and it was still spreading rapidly to all sides, and it was getting thicker and thicker. There was a faint sound of thunder in the center, and the lower part was suddenly shrouded in a murderous aura, and countless monks discovered the anomaly, and immediately became a mess

"What is this, it seems to be a cloud calamity?" a voice immediately screamed, a look of horror on its face.

"It's very similar, who caused the clouds, do you want everyone to die together?" the roar began to roar, and someone immediately looked around.

As if to welcome their exclamations, countless tiny yellow arcs suddenly burst into flames, and the sound of rolling thunder spread for hundreds of miles around.

"It seems to be the 'Gangjin Spirit Thunder'?" Shadow Clan's peak scratched his head with his claws at some point in the future, and suddenly let out a frightened cry. The two sides glanced at each other, but no one noticed a surge in breath.

How could the old monster of Fangying, who was holding a fluent transparent longbow, not feel anything unusual, and also turned his head to look, even the two sides besieging and defending the city looked sideways. Nearly a hundred Jindan monks were still watching with fear on their faces, and the four arm-thick arcs of lightning suddenly slashed down, almost lightning fast. The four Shadow Shadow Demon Cultivators, who were still in panic and had not had time to prepare, completely evaporated before they could scream. The four monks who fought against them only felt a flash of strong light, and the enemy disappeared out of thin air, screaming in fright, and his face was as pale as paper. The electric light was thicker and the thunder was louder, and seven or eight strange spirit thunders came again, this time the monks below were all on guard, and countless defensive magic weapons burst out one after another, but it was still difficult to stop Heheleiwei.

Several screams came to an abrupt end before they could be finished, leaving only a few burnt half-amputated calves falling downward......