"Does the Western Barbarians still have to struggle?

Your totem ancestor has fallen. I advise you to surrender one by one, otherwise you will not be able to live today!”

A sound suddenly fell from the void.

As he looked at the sound, he saw the eagle-eyed Shangguan Hong of the Qingluo Sect! Standing beside Shangguan Hong were six old men of the Qingluo Sect! In addition, on the huge hundred-foot battleship behind him, there were hundreds of cultivators of the Qingluo Sect whose cultivation was also in the Golden Dan realm.

Their eyes were filled with cruel murderous intent, and they looked coldly at the cultivator of Ximanzhou gathered on the Gushan Mountain! At this moment, they saw a priest of the Wushen tribe sitting cross-legged, with endless sadness and despair on his face, and glanced at the tens of thousands of tribesmen behind him.

"Although my Wushen tribe has fallen, we have the blessing of the new ancestor! I believe that the new ancestor will definitely save us!"

After hearing the old Nascent Soul Priest said this, Shangguan Hong suddenly burst into laughter.

"New ancestor?

Could it be that damn Southern Region boy?"

"Haha, I'm going to hide it from you. The Ji family has already locked in the trace of the boy named Lin. Do you think he can survive in the hands of the Ji family?"

Shangguan Hongyin and evil way.

After hearing this, all the monks in the entire Ximan Continent showed despair! "I asked you again, would the monks in the Western Man Continent be willing to surrender?"

Shangguan Hong said sternly.

The priest of the Wushen tribe who was sitting cross-legged said sternly: "I would rather die than surrender!"

"Okay! Since that's the case, I will kill all of you Western barbarians and monks!"

"kill!!"

With Shangguan Hong's cruel order, the six Nascent Soul Priests around him took action together! The high priest of the Wushen clan who was sitting cross-legged, after the Nascent Soul Powerful Man from Qingluo Sect flew over, he rose to the ground, and the golden totem on his body emitted a golden light, flying towards the powerful Man of Qingluo Sect! "Look for abuse!"

Shangguan Hong sneered, grabbed his right hand suddenly, and a huge green ghost claw suddenly appeared, and it was knocked down at the high priest of the Wushen tribe! Boom, boom! The green ghost claw fell directly and fell on the high priest of the Wushen tribe. The high priest flew back to Gushan, and his old face turned pale and bloodless in an instant! At the same time, blood also spilled out from the corner of his mouth! "High Priest..." Looking at the high priest of the Wushen tribe being beaten like this by Shangguan Hong in the late stage of Nascent Soul, all the Western Manzhou cultivators on Gushan were exclaimed! This high priest is the strongest person on Gushan at present! If even he could not resist the Qingluo Sect in front of him, then the tens of thousands of Western Manzhou cultivators on Gushan would probably be killed! Looking at this scene, the Nascent Soul priest suddenly looked into the distance and showed a bitter smile in his mouth.

"God, I really want to kill all the tribes in Ximanzhou!!!"

As he murmured this sentence, tens of thousands of Ximanzhou monks behind him burst into tears... Then, these Ximanzhou sang strange songs from their mouths, and the song was their unique funeral song! This funeral song spread throughout the mountain!! These Ximanzhou monks all had the determination to die on their faces! They were waiting for Lin Hao with a glimmer of hope, waiting for the portal to appear! But now, they knew that nothing could be possible! Death! This is what everyone thought in the minds of Ximanzhou monks at this moment.

"Kill all these Western barbarians and monks for me!!"

With the order of the cruel Shangguan Hong, all the Qingluo Sect cultivators, led by the six powerful Nascent Soul men, flew towards the poor Western Manzhou cultivators on Gushan! The Western Manzhou cultivators sitting on Gushan closed their eyes, as if they were ready to die generously!! At this moment, a thunder sound suddenly came from the sky curtain to the east.

"Fellow Daoist of Ximanzhou, my Motu Tribe is here to help you!!"

The moment this roar sound came out.

Behind the area, more than twenty extremely huge warships were flying towards this side in horror! This... "Is this...Motu?

?

The cultivator of Motu!!!”

Mo Tu is closely adjacent to the Western Manzhou! In a sense, Mo Tu actually belongs to the Western Manzhou! Therefore, Mo Tu is difficult to escape the Purple Sea Catastrophe. The entire Mo Tu is also submerged by the vast purple sea, just like the Western Manzhou!! At this moment, these Western Manzhou cultivators on the Gushan Mountain never thought that the Mo Tu cultivators would come in this moment!!! Shangguan Hong of Qingluo Sect, and the six old Nascent Soul men behind him, suddenly shrank violently when they heard the thunder sound.

"This sound...is the realm of transformation of the gods?"

"Damn it!! How could another powerful man from the God Transformation Realm appear in Ximanzhou?

?”

Just when Shangguan Hong was surprised, a black robe figure suddenly fell from the sky in the void! He, who had a cultivation level in the God Transformation Realm, emitted countless cold breaths throughout his body!! Han!! Motu Blizzard City, Han Family Ancestor, Han Beilong!!! "Is this Motu... Han Family Ancestor of Blizzard City?

?”

After seeing Han Beilong's figure, a Nascent Soul Priest from the Wushen Tribe suddenly screamed excitedly! More than a hundred years ago, when he was traveling in Motu, he had seen the Han family ancestor once. He never thought that during the catastrophe of Western Manchu, the Han family ancestor would appear here!! I saw that with Han Beilong, the four Nascent Soul Elders of the Han family in Blizzard City, were followed by him! When Han Beilong, the ancestor of the Han family who was in the God-transforming realm, appeared, Shangguan Hong's face suddenly became extremely ugly, especially when he saw Han Beilong following four Nascent Soul Elders and more than twenty Motu cultivators behind him... a sense of fear rose from Shangguan Hong's heart.

He was ordered by Ji Shan to kill the remaining cultivators in Ximanzhou in front of him! But he never thought that the cultivators from Mo Tu would appear here! "Old ancestor of the Han family... Luo, pay homage to Mr. Han!!"

The high priest of the Wushen tribe on Gushan immediately said in a trembling voice after seeing Han Beilong.

Han Beilong, who was standing in the void, rolled in his voice: "High Priest, don't be polite!! Mo Tu itself belongs to Ximanzhou. At this moment, the Western Manzhou catastrophe, Han should do his part to Ximanzhou!!"

"Old Xie Han!!!"

"The ancestor of Xie Han family!!"

At this moment, tens of thousands of Western Manzhou cultivators knelt in front of Han Beilong with gratitude! Han Beilong, who was in the realm of Transformation of God, said aloud: "Please get up! Please wait until Han solves these foreign invaders first, and then make polite conspiracy with you!"

After saying that, Han Beilong's cold eyes bet on Shangguan Hong and other Qingluo Sect cultivators.

"You are so brave to be outside practitioners!! Do you think my Ximanzhou is easy to bully?

?”
Chapter completed!