Martial Peak

And they could also perceive that the mighty powers of heaven and earth in Xiao Qiankun were extremely quintessential, unlike the ordinary Seven-Rank.

This is probably the effect of the World Tree Subtree, this thing has the effect of tempering the mighty power of heaven and earth.

This is also the fundamental reason why Yang Kai's Xiao Qiankun's size is different from the other seven ranks, and its combat power is crushed by the same rank.

The more powerful the world is, the more powerful it can be.

Although a little envious, no one is jealous.

The World Tree is a good thing, but only here in Yang Kai can it play its greatest role.

Even if the other eight ranks are obtained, it is only to enhance some of their own strength. Unlike Yang Kai, the flow rate of the world of Xiao Qiankun is different from that of the outside world, which can magnify the effectiveness of the subtree to the limit.

These eight or even ninth ranks are the mainstay of the human race today, but the seventh ranks like Yang Kai are the hope of the human race in the future.

So at Biluoguan that day, Yang Kai got the World Tree, but Ding Yao and others did not take it away, but asked him to keep it.

The ancestor's face was still pale, even if he was recuperating here, and nourished by the lotus, the trauma on the soul is not so easy to recover.

But compared to when she first returned from the Mochao Space, the situation was much better.

At this moment, the ancestor Xiaoxiao was telling Xiang Shan and others about his experience in the ink nest space that day, and the four commanders of the army had serious expressions.

Although there has been a lot of information coming from other passes, it is far from the details of the laughter ancestor at this moment.

Twenty-two of the Ninth-Rank Human Race joined hands to inquire about the information in the ink nest space. As soon as the clinker entered it, it was ambushed by fifty Mo clan kings.

In that earth-shattering battle, neither the ninth rank of the human race nor the king master of the Mo race left a single hand, and finally ended with the fall of four king masters and two of the ninth rank blew!

In just a few dozen breaths of time, the six supreme powerhouses of the two races died.

"The Human Race intentionally left 22 King Lord Ink Lairs here, and the Mo Clan has already guessed the intention of the Human Race to enter the ink nest space, so the king Lord will ambush there in advance." Panting lightly.

Xiang Shan frowned and said: "The report from the previous report shows that the lord of Yinyang Pass has fled. Did the ancestor ever feel his aura in the ink nest space?"

More than a hundred war zones of the Human Race were settled. Not all the kings were beheaded. Half of them were killed and half escaped.

Now no one knows where they are hiding.

The king of Yin Yang Pass did not die.

Yin Yang Pass was originally the place where Xiaoxiao ancestors sat, and had fought against that king for tens of thousands of years, and they knew each other well.

However, afterwards Wu Qing, the commander of the Southern Army Corps on the Yinyang Pass, was promoted to the 9th rank, and the Xiaoxiao ancestor came to Dayan. On the Yinyang Pass, Wu Qing is now in charge.

After all, he is a newly promoted ninth rank. In the ninth rank, his strength is not too strong. Against the veteran king, he did not have the ability to kill him. The king was defeated by Wuqing and Wuqing. The digital eight-pin teamed up to escape from the void without a trace.

The reason Xiang Shan asked this was because he wondered if the king masters who were ambushing in the space of the ink nest were the ones who fled from the war zones.

Xiaoxiao Old Ancestor shook his head when he heard the words: "I didn't feel his breath."

Xiang Shan's face was solemn: "The problem is serious...I have also heard of the pass where the ancestors participated in the previous battle these days. Asking the ancestors, none of them felt familiar among the kings. "

In other words, the previous fifty kings did not have any acquaintances with the ancestors.

The ancestor Xiaoxiao said: "Those king lords are raw faces! They have no strength, but the use of power is very obscure, and there is not much experience in fighting against others."

Although the battle only took a few dozen breaths of effort, it is ridiculous that the ancestor is such a person, naturally he can detect some clues.

At that time, I was busy fighting and running for my life, and I didn't have time to pay attention to it. Looking back now, I am suspicious.

She knew what Xiang Shan meant.

Fifty kings who have never seen their faces, plus those who have fled from various war zones before, are a hundred kings!

What a terrifying force this is.

What is even more incredible is that a powerful man at the level of the king doesn't have much experience in fighting against others!It seems that all of their strengths come from hard practice and have never experienced the polishing of battle.

But in fact, that was the case. If it weren't for the lack of combat experience of those kings, the human race would not have been able to stabilize their position so quickly.

Apart from other things, if they concentrated on one or two Ninth Ranks at first, it would be enough to kill them in a very short time.

But they didn't do this, instead, they urged the spirit power to impact the surroundings.

This way of fighting seems too stupid.

"And I suspect...the hidden powers of the Mo Clan are more than what we have seen." Smiling Old Ancestor Dai frowned slightly.

Liu Zhiping whispered: "There is more?"

Hundreds of kings have already made people feel extremely tricky. If there are more, how can the trouble of the Mo race be solved?

"There are also calculations on the Mo Clan's side. The ink nest space is not unbreakable. Fifty kings, plus more than twenty ninth-rank human spirit powers looting in that space, should be able to withstand that space. Limit. No matter how much it is, the space will be difficult to stabilize."

It was the Mo Clan who had calculated the limit that the ink nest space could withstand, and Ming Wangtian's ninth-rank self-explosive spirit broke this limit and tore a crack in the ink nest space.

It is estimated that the Mo Clan did not expect that the strong human race would be so determined.

Mi Jinglun said clearly: "So the Mo people do not only have fifty hidden kings, but can only send fifty to deal with the ancestors."

Ouyang Lie smacked his lips and said, "This is not good news."

"If there is good news... too." The smiled ancestor's expression suddenly became a little weird, and the look of memories flashed in his eyes, seemingly murmured: "We shouldn't be fighting alone!"

"What does the ancestor say?" Liu Zhiping asked puzzledly.

The ancestor smiled and said: "In fact, at the end of the previous battle, Wen Shenlian's protection was also broken. I have all grown up and prepared to bring some kings to the burial, but at that critical juncture, it was already closed. The ink nest space actually broke through the gap again..."

Mi Jinglun said: "The power released by both parties is too strong, beyond the limit that the ink nest space can withstand?"

Xiaoxiao Old Ancestor shook his head: "The gap was opened from the outside."

Everyone was stunned on the spot.

A gap opened from the outside, saving the lives of twenty ancestors at a critical moment!

Who opened it?

How to open it?

No one knows.

But this is also the reason why the Xiaoxiao ancestor said that the human race may not be alone.

The last crack opened too suddenly, and if the crack opened a little later, the ninth rank of the human race would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

What surprised the ancestor Xiaoxiao was that through the crack, she vaguely saw a big hand that was as bright as jade!

Unfortunately, because the power was too chaotic and the time was short, she could not see clearly.

The only certainty is that that big hand is the source of opening the space of the ink nest. Without that big hand, they can't get out of trouble.

"Interesting..." Xiang Shan suddenly smiled, his eyes were inexplicable, "In addition to the major war zones in this world, there is actually power to contain the Mo people!"

Mi Jinglun's eyes drooped: "Is this power an enemy or a friend?"

Ouyang Lie looked at him like a fool: "It can help the ancestors to get out of trouble, isn't this position obvious?"

Mi Jinglun chuckled and shook his head: "Who knows, if the position is obvious enough, why not contact the war zones in advance? But if you want to take action at the last minute, is there any restriction on the power, or is it intentional?"

Ouyang Lie blinked: "Do you think too much?"

God annoys Mi Datou, any problem he can think of is very complicated, and life is alive, is it not good to be simple?

Mi Jinglun shook his head solemnly: "It's not that I want to think too much, I really can't think too much. According to the ancestors, that power can break the ink nest space from the outside, which means that he may be stronger than the ancestors! "

Ouyang Lie lost his voice.

The ancestors are the Ninth-Rank Supreme, the strongest combat power in the world, who can be stronger than them?

If such a person is a friend, it is the luck of the human race, if it is an enemy, it is probably even more difficult than the Mo race.At the very least, the Human Race knew quite thoroughly about the Mo Clan now, but the hidden power was completely ignorant.

As the saying goes, open guns are easy to hide and dark arrows are hard to defend.

Xiang Shan looked at the smiling ancestor, and respectfully said: "Old ancestor, my generation of warriors, is it the limit when it reaches the 9th rank? Is it possible to go further?"

When he asked this, even Yang Kai, who had been doing nothing beside him, raised his ears.

No one knows whether there is a higher realm above the Ninth Rank. I am afraid that only the ancestors of the Ninth Rank can gain insight.

It is said that martial arts has no peak, is there really no?

But according to the current situation on the human race side, the nine ranks are the pinnacle of martial arts.

The ancestor laughed silently for a moment, and said: "The cultivation of the Open Heaven Realm is mainly in Xiao Qiankun. Xiao Qiankun’s volume has increased, and his rank has improved. The first rank is the base and the ninth rank is the best! Is there anything better than the ninth rank? The high realm is something that we people have been exploring. I don’t know the situation of others, but as far as I am concerned, when the cultivation level has reached this point, Xiao Qiankun’s volume has reached its limit, and there is no way to improve it."

In other words, Jiupin is the limit of Xiaoxiao Patriarch.

As for the ninth rank of other human races, she doesn't comment on it.

However, there has never been an existence beyond the Ninth-Rank in the Human Race for so many years, and no one has ever demonstrated the power beyond the Ninth-Rank.

Saying this, the smiling ancestor said again: "Moreover, we don’t know the level of the power that helps us get out of trouble. The situation was too chaotic and we couldn’t perceive it. There is no surpassing nine products."

After practicing for a lifetime, the concept of Ninth-Rank Supreme was deeply ingrained. Suddenly someone told her that there are still higher levels in this world than Ninth-Rank, and the ancestor Xiaoxiao would not easily believe it.

Having experienced her strength to this level, everything has her own judgment.