In the Black Wind Canyon, after listening to the cause and effect of the mad lion's account, a light flashed in a pair of deep dragon eyes, and he still asked in disbelief: "Even if I want to take the Dragon Eagle, it will take a lot of trouble, why can that Terran kid who is only in the early stage of the Demon Pill kill the Dragon Eagle?"

The mad lion shook his head and said, "Brother Barbarian has lost his eyes this time, not only Long Ying...... The evil eye of the six-eyed clan was also destroyed by a Terran monk in the early stage of the Demon Pill, and it is said that only a wisp of spirit escaped back. ”

"Evil Eye?is that the tenth master of the younger generation of the Six-Eyed Golden Toad Clan?" Barbarian Ke snorted coldly when he heard this, although he was not very optimistic about the strength of the Evil Eye, but the dignified Sea Clan masters were actually lost one after another in the hands of the brat in the early stage of the Terran Demon Pill, wouldn't it make people think that his Sea Clan group cultivation was incompetent!

Seeing that Manke's face was abnormal, the mad lion suddenly mentioned a sentence: "It is said that when Long Ying fought with that Terran monk, he was severely injured by a thunderstorm at first, and finally fell......

"Thunder robbery, that Terran kid can actually control the heavenly thunder!" Although the barbarian Ke thinks very highly of himself, he is in awe of this heavenly thunder tribulation.

"That's not it, it seems to be just a one-time consumable magic treasure, I don't think there are a few of that kid, otherwise our Sea Clan cultivators wouldn't have been eaten to death when they met him!" the mad lion explained.

"That's fine!" Barbarian nodded, and finally added: "Since a few guys with Long Ying are still alive, let them draw the image of that kid and pass it on to the leaders of the various clans, and meet that Terran kid in the future wars must be the primary goal!"

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Xingfeng Grassland. In a cold blood-colored tent, several monks from the Blood River Hall looked at a blood-colored crystal coffin as if they were facing a great enemy. The blood coffin was covered with various spiritual runes, but at this moment, the blood coffin suddenly made a violent muffled sound in the dark night.

At this time, the secret weapon of the Blood River Hall. It is also the back hand prepared by the old man of the Blood River for the victory of the bloody battle this time.

The forty-eight Blood River Hall monks who participated in the bloody battle are now divided into groups of twelve to guard the blood-colored crystal coffin day and night to ensure that nothing goes wrong before the big war comes.

"Senior Brother Bloody, what's inside this bloody coffin? Why do you have to guard it day and night, and for some reason I feel ......cold as soon as I enter this tent," a young man with a blood-colored mark on his forehead asked Bloody.

"Yuntao, you don't need to know what you shouldn't ask......! The contents of this blood coffin will not be taken care of by the monks of our Blood River Hall!" said with a cold smile.

"If you don't attack us, will it be against the monks of other sects?" the young man named Yuntao thought in surprise, but he could only think about it privately, he had already planned to hide as far as he could from this blood coffin.

On the other side, in the temporary residence of the Wuji Sect. Xiang Long and several of his junior disciples were carefully examining a puppet in front of him, which was engraved with obscure magic patterns all over his body, although the puppet had not been activated at this time, but the awe-inspiring power emanating from it had already chilled the hearts of those present.

This puppet has four powerful arms, and since the puppet's whole body is covered by some unknown armor, even Xiang Long himself does not know what kind of strength these four arms will have.

Raising his head and looking back, the puppet was still carrying a giant sword more than 20 zhang long and five zhang wide, and the blood stains on the giant sword had dried up, which I don't know how long the blood stains had survived and stained the giant sword black.

And such a puppet. There are a total of four statues in the Wuji Sect!

Xiang Long carefully took out a small bag and took out four jade-like magic stones from it, and the junior disciple next to him exclaimed when he saw this: "Superb magic stones!"

Under the shocked gaze of his fellow disciples, Xiang Long put the four top-grade magic stones into the core of the Endless Demon Golem. Some people even have a vague illusion:

When the best magic stone was placed in the core of the golem, the golem seemed to open its eyes and look at them!

This ancient demon puppet of the Wuji Sect has not only been inherited for a long time, but it is also driven by the best magic stones. A superb magic stone is only enough for it to squander for half a day!

"Take care of these golems, if something goes wrong. All of you will deduct the merits of the sect!" Xiang Long glanced at the four demon puppets with satisfaction, and then ordered to those junior disciples.

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At this time, Zhushan was being assigned to a smaller, makeshift tent. Wu Feng and Sande were also by their side.

After more than an hour of cultivation, Zhushan opened his eyes, he didn't consume much mana when he was fleeing, but he also subconsciously looked towards Sande.

"This guy should have regained his strength a long time ago, he should have been looking at me just now?" Zhushan thought to himself.

Although the tent environment assigned to the three of them was too poor, the only thing that could be guaranteed was temporary safety, at least Zhushan didn't have to worry about the threat of the Sea Clan monks.

"Hey, Zhushan Daoyou, you have also recovered your mana!" While Zhushan was still secretly muttering, Wu Feng, as the leader of the team, had also fully recovered, and his face was flushed at this moment, he should have taken some kind of elixir to quickly recover his strength.

"It just so happens that the three of us are temporarily safe, but the next big battle we are about to face, I don't know what the two Daoists think?" Wu Feng asked immediately when he saw that Zhushan and Sande were both awake.

There was no expression on the chubby face of the three virtues of the Kun Tu Sect, he just replied humbly: "I personally don't have any opinions, it's just that we still choose to follow the monk team during the big war!"

Sande's words are true, in the bloody battle of tens of thousands of people, the strength of a single body is no longer enough for everyone here to live, but if you choose to join a certain team, you will definitely be able to hide your best, and then you can live longer on the battlefield.

Zhushan thought about it, and also nodded in agreement: "I have no opinion!"

Wu Feng saw that the two teammates had a more unanimous opinion, and he also breathed a sigh of relief and said: "But I don't think you can choose those big sects or families, because it is safer to join them on the surface, but it is also the first target of the Sea Clan monks, so I think we should find some fellow cultivators to fight the enemy together!"

Zhu Shan looked at the Seven Star Alliance monk in front of him, he, Wu Feng, as a member of the Seven Star Alliance, did not return to the Seven Star Alliance's residence at the first time, but instead thought about gathering a group of loose cultivators to confuse the public.

If it weren't for the Seven Star Alliance's original order, then it was this Wu Feng who had ulterior motives...... Zhushan frowned, but echoed: "What Brother Wu said is good, but we are already the latest group of people to come, so we should only be able to join other people's camps, right?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Feng suddenly smiled and said: "Zhushan Daoist, please rest assured, I have already contacted this!" (to be continued......)