Wild, the four-armed Qinglin clan station, mourning all over the wilderness, countless seriously injured four-armed Qinglin clan cultivators cried, and in the void were phantom shadows flickering, every time they flickered, there were always some corpses falling, or the four-armed Qinglin clan, or some special terrifying beasts.

Since being repelled by the Temple and other forces and forced to retreat into the wilderness, the four-armed Qinglin clan has fallen into a desperate situation, and here is already their last clansman.

Thinking that a saint died in battle, a living person fell, they had reached their limit.

Although there were no people from other forces chasing and killing at this time, but the countless dangers of this wild place drove them to a dead end, not long ago, they discovered this star, but unfortunately, it also attracted the attack of countless terrifying beasts, among which there was even a quasi-saint limit.

It's impossible to leave, although the wilderness is vast, finding a star without a purpose is already the limit, and it's almost impossible to find a second one.

What's even more terrifying is that the pursuers are everywhere, and they simply don't stand a chance.

And staying, but also have to face this infinite murderous thing, which is also difficult to move forward and may be destroyed at any time.

If it is ordinary, these powers are nothing, and the saint can be annihilated in a single thought, but at this time, the saint is asleep, the strong people in the clan are seriously injured, and the remaining strength alone can only barely fight against these terrifying beasts, and the whole army may be wiped out and the clan will be wiped out at any time.

Either fight to the death, or float and die in the void, they have no choice but to fight to the death.

But even so, this chance is extremely slim, although with the current strength of the beast may not be able to defeat them, do not forget, this is a wilderness.

There is an endless stream of fierce beasts, and as time passes, more and more terrifying beasts will arrive.

As for the four-armed Qinglin Clan, the injuries cannot be recovered, but there are more and more fallen cultivators, I am afraid that it will not be long before this race will be completely annihilated in the long river of history, just like a small blister being crushed by the rolling river of history, completely disappearing without a trace.

The extraterritoriality is so cruel, and there are not a few races that are exterminated every day, even if the four-armed Qinglin clan has two saints, they are still cannon fodder.

They hurried back to this world, only to find that this was no longer the era when they were invincible, they were outdated, no longer powerful, but prey.

rose up to resist, but to no avail, and finally ended up like this, if nothing else, the four-armed Qinglin clan was about to disappear.

"No, it's my clan!"

With a roar of rage, the void exploded into countless cracks, and I don't know how many fierce beasts turned into powder, including the existence of the quasi-saint peak, which was unable to resist at all.

There is no doubt that such a powerful person is naturally the only remaining saint.

It's just that after a roar, this four-armed Qinglin Clan saint has also reached the limit, spitting blood, the aura of the Holy Dao continues to rise, and the surrounding Xiaguang Dao Dao seems to be about to lift the xia to soar, but in fact, the body is broken, the avenue is damaged, and the origin aura of the surrounding body can no longer be locked.

This is a terrible thing for a cultivator, if it continues, it will completely fall when the origin essence is gone, unless there is a treasure that can save it.

But it's a pity that although the four-armed Qinglin clan is ancient, they have already exhausted all their savings by escaping into the small world for endless years, if not, they would not be able to jump out and make trouble, but where to find treasures of this level at this time, you know, even among the major super-first-class forces, these things are extremely precious.

Now this saint forcibly took action, although he temporarily solved the troubles in the clan, but he made his own transformation faster and faster, I am afraid that he will sit down in three days, and this star will also become a place where holy land and Jedi are intertwined because of a saint's transformation, if he can survive, a great murderer may be born after endless years.

But none of this can save the four-armed Qinglin clan, unless this saint recovers, but such treasures are not easy to obtain even if they are saints.

"That's it, this seat is a certain way for the people to live, use my stump to open a road to the boundless, whether you can survive or not, it's up to you," the saint sighed at last.

Countless four-armed Qinglin clan powerhouses knelt down in unison, their expressions sad.

"If you want, perhaps, there will be another choice," however, just as they had chosen this dead end, a faint voice sounded from nothingness.

Hum!

The saint snorted coldly, and a figure fell from the void, the saint is a saint after all, even if he has begun to transform into a Dao, he still has endless power, although the person who opened his mouth is a quasi-saint, but there is still no secret in front of this saint who has transformed into a Dao, like an ant.

It's just that what is shocking is that a light flickered around the person who came, and he was unscathed, although he was embarrassed, he was not hurt in the slightest.

"The saint is angry and angry, and the younger generation is here, but he is here to save the thousands of creatures of the four-armed Qinglin clan," the person who came said lightly, his demeanor respectful but neither humble nor arrogant.

"Save my clan, who are you?" the four-armed Qinglin Clan saint frowned.

"The identity of the junior, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to inform, there is no malice in coming today," the person who came smiled slightly.

"Do you think this seat can't be calculated," the four-armed Qinglin Clan Sage snorted coldly, and with a wave of his big hand, he was about to clear the fog and see the long river of time and space, however, the next moment he was suddenly startled, because he clearly felt that there was an extremely huge idea above this person's fate, even if he was in his heyday, he might not be able to compete, let alone now.

"Very good, let's talk about it, how do you save my clan," since he couldn't calculate the origin, the saint calmed down, anyway, the four-armed Qinglin clan has reached the edge of despair, at this time they are already me for fish and meat and people for the sword, I am afraid there is no other choice but to accept.

As for the boundless realm he said before, it is actually the place of returning to the ruins, the extreme of heaven and earth in the legend, not to mention the dangers, even if he succeeds, from now on, the four-armed Qinglin clan will also return to the ordinary, and there is no trace of holy power, at most, the power is greater, and the scale armor is stronger.

If it wasn't a last resort, how could he have hoped so!

"Tell me, what do you need, or why do you want to help us," the saint said abruptly, he had no other choice, to destroy the clan or accept the other party's terms.

"The saint is serious, and he doesn't ask for anything, just ask the nobles to cooperate with him at the right time, and do his best," the man said with a smile.

"Good!"

The four-armed Qinglin Clan Saint didn't ask much, even if this attack caused the entire race to suffer heavy losses, at least he could get through this hurdle, so that he could keep some seeds and not wipe out the clan.

"So, please," the visitor smiled even brighter.

He respectfully raised his hand and asked for a strange piece of paper, although the piece of paper was only the size of a palm, it was vast and endless, and the vicissitudes of life were ancient, which made people shudder, and countless golden patterns on it flickered and wriggled, flickering like a swimming dragon, extremely strange.

"Gods and demons, hehe, it's okay," the four-armed Qinglin clan powerhouse was suddenly startled, and then smiled again, he nodded slightly, and a wisp of imprint fell and melted into the piece of paper, and then the piece of paper moved slightly and cut through the void.

"This is a little respect for us, and there will be in the future," Seeing this scene, the person who came presented dozens of treasure boxes and then disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The saint opened the treasure box, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then smiled.

You wait for a while, I need to retreat for three months, the saint spoke, turned to leave, and the four-armed Qinglin clan powerhouse who was already desperate was happy.

......

This kind of thing is not only the four-armed Qinglin clan, but all the ancient races that still have the remnants of the powerhouses above the quasi-saint have such an existence, but different races have different levels of support, but there is no doubt that there is nothing they can refuse.

Not only the primeval race, but even the two groups of centaurs who had already fled into the depths of the wilderness were also found.

It's just that they are not so honest and want to resist, but unfortunately, the people who find them are so terrifying that their resistance has no effect at all.

In the end, although he was reluctant, he could not but sign a contract.

All of this is going on in the dark, and there is a supreme power to cover up the heavens, even if all the forces are not aware of it in the slightest, they are all carried out in the dark.