Martial Peak

The entire space of the ink nest was filled with the power of the soul that escaped after the death of the king, shaking endlessly.

When the ancestor Xiaoxiao and the ancestor of Wan Motian were fierce and powerful, the other ancestors did not idle. The moment the third king fell, the fourth king fell shortly thereafter.

Although the Human Race did not fall, they were all wounded, and the lustre of the soul was not as good as before.

And this battle, from the beginning to the present, has only taken 30 breaths of effort.

In such a short period of time, none of the twenty-two ninth ranks of the human race was intact, and the four king masters of the Mo race had fallen. Such a fierce and fierce battle was unparalleled forever.

Although the Terran side had a fruitful battle, the situation took a turn for the worse.

Leaving aside their respective injuries for the time being, Wen Shenlian's protection seems to be unable to last long. In fact, the protection of this heaven and earth treasure has been beyond everyone's expectations. Even if it collapses next moment, no one will be surprised.

In addition, the ancestor Xiaoxiao used three times in succession with the soul-retaining thorn, the soul was severely damaged, and the control of Wen Shenlian was not as good as before.

The ancestor Wan Motian obviously discovered this too, and no longer asked the ancestor Xiaoxiao to cooperate with him to kill the enemy.

On the human side, there is a risk of collective destruction at any time.

Temporary advantages can hardly resolve their crisis.

All Ninth Stages realized that if they didn't break the ink nest space and get out of trouble, the moment Wen Shenlian's protection was broken is the time of their fall.

An elderly man suddenly took a step forward and shouted: "I said that the right eyelid was jumping non-stop today. It turned out that it should be here. If this is the case, then I can only respond, brothers, protect me!"

Next to Pin Nine, he turned his head and looked slightly moving: "Ping Yu..."

"Stop talking nonsense." The old man yelled, "I am the king of God who cultivates the flesh, and the spirit attack is not the old man's strong point. "

This ninth-rank ancestor, called Pingyu, was born in Mingwangtian. Here, although his spirit strength is also at the ninth rank, he is obviously weaker than others, and his attack methods are extremely simple.

Simply put, such a battlefield is not suitable for him to play, and staying is really useless.

Everyone realized his plan in an instant, and many Ninth-Rank faces were dim, but they were unable to stop anything.

The Ninth-Rank who had spoken before burst out immediately: "Guardian!"

When the words fell, all the ninth ranks urged the Divine Soul Secret Technique and the Secret Treasure, and blasted outward.

What surprised the Mo clan king masters was that the human clan’s attack was not directed at them, but blasted straight towards the void, paved a channel directly in the chaotic battlefield.

Some of the Mo clan kings finally realized Human Race's attempt, and screamed in panic, "Quickly stop him!"

With an order, the bombardment of more than forty kings hit the paved passage with the intention of destroying the passage.

But it was too late. The ancestor Ming Wang Tian laughed, stepped out of the lotus core, walked into the passage, and reached somewhere in the sky in an instant. The spirit power went crazy and screamed: "Go ahead!"

boom……

When the Ninth-Rank aura is annihilated, the landslide and tsunami-like spirit power sweeps across the four directions and collapses the four poles.

The loud noise spread in this ink nest space, and all the strong people that vibrated were stunned.

At this moment, the Mo clan king lords were dizzy by the impact, and even the protection outside the Wen Shenlian was undulating continuously, as if it might be shattered at any time.

All the Mo kings were stunned.

The Ninth-Rank Human Race... unexpectedly blew up when he didn't agree!

Although the human race is currently in a bad situation and trapped in this ink nest space, after all, they have killed the four king masters and the peculiar lotus guardian, and they are not in despair.

This actually blew up?

What courage is needed to do this.

Terran... it is terrible!

At the same time, the ninth rank of all races stared at the sky, and the next moment, everyone's eyes lit up.

The ancestor Ming Wangtian’s soul exploded and it was not in vain. A crack was suddenly opened in the sky. Although the gap was not large, the entire blocked ink nest space also showed a slight flaw.

The self-detonation of the 9-Rank Kaitian is unimaginable.

Before the fall of the four kings, it caused this space shock, and it was only the aftermath. Now that the Ming Wangtian ancestor has targeted, he immediately tore the space in this space.

"Let's go!" There is a nine-pin low drink.

If there is a flaw in the blocked space, then there is a way out. When will you wait if you don't go at this time?

However, before they could take any action, the Mo clan's king masters counterattacked madly. The king masters weren't fools. How could they not know the plan of the human race.

If the ninth ranks of Human Race were to escape, then their ambush this time would be a joke.

Ambushing here with more than twice the number, but was killed by the four kings, although the human side also fell, but after all, it exploded, not at their hands.

In an instant, Wen Shenlian's protection was turbulent, and the ancestors had to resist.

And this moment of delay, in the crack above the sky, a powerful force suddenly filled, and it quickly closed!

This scene made all the Ninth Stages look at it.

No one thought that this space could be able to repair itself, and the speed was so fast, it was just a moment of effort, and the hope of escape was shattered.

Shenlian Wen's protective light was already dim and almost invisible, and I am afraid that it would be completely broken without the five breaths. At that time, without the protection of Shenlian Wen, the twenty-one ancestors of the human race would end in a worried manner.

Maybe they can drag some king lords to bury them, but the annihilation of the entire ninth rank of Human Race is doomed.

...

Just as the ancestor of Ming Wangtian blew himself and tore the ink nest space into a gap, in the depths of the extreme void, in an unknown place that the human race had never set foot in, suddenly there was a strange energy fluctuation that disturbed countless years of calm.

This fluctuation was extremely weak, coming and going fast, and disappeared almost instantly.

But at this moment, disturbed by this fluctuation, a thin, almost breathless figure suddenly opened its eyes.

This is a figure that can almost be called a dead person, without the slightest anger on his body, even the flesh and blood are withered, and only one skinny remains.

Whoever comes here will never feel that he is still alive.

But when he opened his eyes, those eyes burst with dazzling rays of light like the sun, like two beams of light, penetrating the depths of darkness, breaking through all falsehoods.

In the next moment, the living dead burst into laughter. He didn't know how many years he hadn't spoken. At this moment, his voice was dry and hoarse, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable: "Have you finally waited for a generation of promising younger generations?"

He has been sitting here for tens of thousands of years. At the beginning, there were some like-minded people, but the long years passed and the lack of materials made those companions fall one by one.

In the end, he was the only one left to stay here, and slowly became a living dead.

He didn't dare to die easily, nor could he leave, otherwise the original efforts would be wasted.

I don't know how many years, this piece of emptiness has returned to silence, without any waves, but the energy fluctuations at that moment have given him a lot of insight.

The descendants of the human race have begun to counterattack, and they have already touched the roots of the Mo race, otherwise the calm that has lasted for thousands of years cannot be broken.

He waited for generation after generation of Human Race, waiting for this day for too long, so long that he even despaired.

Today, when this glimmer of hope appeared before his eyes, he smiled so happily.

While laughing, he suddenly poke a big hand into the darkness and slowly said: "Mo, the ancient supreme, why bother with the junior."

The big hand was still skinny when it came out, but in the blink of an eye, it was full of flesh and blood, and it became crystal clear as jade.

The peaceful void was completely broken, and the boundless ink color seemed to boil, and he wrapped the jade hand.

Every inch the jade hand moved forward, flesh and blood fell off. When the jade hand penetrated into the dark center, there were only bones left.

It was this big bone hand that stirred up this empty situation.

There were fierce divine consciousness fluctuations, which were stronger than the 9th-Rank, and roared in anger: "Cang, you dare to intervene, you are looking for death!"

The living dead who was called Cang chuckled: "If you are not destroyed, the old man dare not die easily!"

As he spoke, his big hand slammed down.

...

In the ink nest space, Wen Shenlian's weak protection was almost transparent.

All the Ninth Stages have aspirations for life and death, and they know that they have no hope of fleeing here, and that is the case, they naturally have to kill more king masters before they die.

It doesn't matter if they die, the Mo Clan can't think about it, kill one to pay back, kill two for blood.

The generation of human talents is better than the generation, without them, later generations will give birth to more ninth products.

Xiaoxiao Old Ancestor was a little sorry, it didn't matter if she died here, Wen Shenlian was afraid that she would be thrown here, and she didn't know if Yang Xiaozi would blame herself.

It's okay. I'm all dead. Are you afraid of him to blame?

Click...

The broken voice sounded in the depths of everyone's hearts. Since the laughing ancestor sacrificed Wen Shenlian, after thirty breaths, the protection of Wen Shenlian was finally broken.

All the king masters were overjoyed, but soon their smiles stiffened on their faces, because at the moment when the Wen Shenlian protection was broken, the Ninth-Rank Open Heavens of the human race actually took the initiative to kill the generals, all of them were fiercely urging the spirits. Power, a posture to die with them.

This made the Mo clan lords very at a loss as to what to do, and the opponent's posture seemed to have an advantage.

But before I saw that 9th-Rank self-explosive spirit, the lord also knew that these 9th-Rank Human Race were not afraid of death!

"Kill!" The king roared.

Human race is not afraid of death, so are they afraid!

Today's death is just to lay the foundation for the great cause in the future.

The two powerhouses both put their lives and deaths aside at this moment. It is conceivable that the next battle will surely fall.

At this moment, the entire ink nest space suddenly oscillated violently. The turbulence was several times more fierce than the self-detonation of the ancestor Wang Tian.