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Chapter 646: The Fury of Yuanying of the Righteous and Demonic Alliance

Jiang Ding hid his figure and flew in the soulless desert.

There is yellow sand in all directions, tornadoes are blowing, and there is no human habitation for thousands of miles. There is no green life and no aura at all.

This kind of environment is naturally a holy place that isolates monks from searching. Even if you are not proficient in concealment and shielding spells, it is extremely difficult to be discovered in this kind of environment.

Breath tracking, cause and effect tracking, and bloodline tracking will all be greatly weakened in terms of tracking distance and accuracy.

In the world of cultivating immortals, no matter what the method is, it must always be based on the existence of spiritual energy.

at the same time,

Over the Animal Spirit Fairy City, the space was torn apart one after another. Figures with powerful auras appeared in the sky. Heavy pressure spread in all directions. Law domains enveloped the surroundings, and the spiritual energy was imprisoned and solidified like iron.

"Greetings...to the True Lord!"

"Meet the true king!"

"Tushan!"

After a while,

"If this old thief is not eliminated, I will be in trouble in the Northern Plains, and my ancestors under the Nine Springs will be in trouble!"

"There are still many vassal families who don't know their dignity and use slaves to kill their masters. It's shocking. Such ignorant and ungrateful beasts should be killed and their clans should be wiped out to serve as a warning to others!"

"good very good……"

"Meet the True Lord Tianhua!"

At this time, after having the courage to look up, many of the descendants of the Hei family burst into tears: "The old Tushan thief assassinated our ancestors, killed my uncle, destroyed my Hei family's ancestral land, and interrupted the ancestor sacrifices for thousands of years. It's really... The crime is extremely heinous, unconscionable, and treasonous!"

Many of the direct lineage foundation-building qi-training monks of the Hei family were extremely surprised. They bowed again. They not only simply knelt down, but also stretched out a pair of dark magic crow feathers and crawled to incite them.

There are six of these Nascent Soul Lords in total, and they come from different Beiyuan families. Some of them are even old enemies of the Hei family for many years. During the Beiyuan Civil War thousands of years ago, they forged a blood feud that could not be washed away even in nine lifetimes.

"Greetings to the True Lord Guiaxe!"

Below, there are still more than 100,000 monks who have not escaped. Most of them are Qi-training and foundation-building cultivators from the direct lineage of the Hei clan. They were still fighting with each other, and their corpses kept throwing themselves on the ground, trying to seize control of the Animal Spirit Fairy City, especially the wealth in various places. He fought fiercely with the third-level and fourth-level spiritual veins.

At this time, when he saw the aura of Yuan Ying level appearing in the sky again, his face turned pale with fright and his body trembled.

Finally, someone raised his head tremblingly, took a quick look, showed a look of ecstasy, and shed tears of excitement.

"Zhenjun, please make the decision for me, the Hei clan!"

"True Lord! For the sake of our ancestors, please save my Hei family!"

But at this time, as soon as they got the news of asking for help, they came immediately.

As direct descendants of the Hei family, the education they received since childhood included the appearance and characteristics of the Nascent Soul Lord and his descendants from all major forces, so as not to accidentally collide with each other, and not to mention their own death, but also to bring happiness to the family. Come disaster.

They stared at the devastated Animal Spirit Fairy City below with cold expressions. Their consciousness passed through the Sutra Pavilion, clan treasury, and secret treasury, especially when they saw the Hei clan's ancestral hall that was beaten to pieces and burned to ashes by a fire. , surging anger and cold murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

The foundation-building Qi-training cultivator below was terrified, his body couldn't help but tremble, and fear filled his heart.

"Greetings to True Lord Hehuan, paying homage to True Lord Bingyu..."

Each visit to a True Monarch of Nascent Soul is different, depending on the power to which the True Monarch of Nascent Soul belongs. It is a long-established ritual of meeting each other.

Every direct bloodline member of the Hei family has been living in fear for the past few days. They are afraid that the next moment a golden elixir will enter the fairy city and kill them all, and they are always in fear.

At this time, all the emotions were vented together, and the Nascent Soul Lords complained one after another and looked at the sky pleadingly.

Some of these true princes of the Beiyuan family showed compassion and empathy, some were angry, and some had indifferent expressions. They all had different expressions.

The only thing they have in common is that no Nascent Soul Lord pays attention to the foundation-building Qi-training monks below, even if they respond with some relief.

No matter what kind of attitude it is, whether it is good or malicious, there is no golden elixir. In their eyes, they are not even qualified for dialogue, they are just walking grasshoppers.

Just obey and comply, no words are needed. The Black Clan, regardless of its name, has actually lost its status in the Good and Demonic Alliance.

"It has been confirmed that the Divine Crow is indeed dead, and even Nascent Soul could not escape."

Someone whispered.

"In just a few decades, another family's ancestor worship has been cut off."

Over the past two hundred years, this kind of thing has happened one after another, causing Zhenjun's heart to fluctuate and unable to calm down.

Their generation is destined not to be as comfortable as the previous generations of monks. Faced with the threat of life and death, they must keep making progress and keep fighting until their enemies are wiped out and the land of their ancestors can be restored again.

"but!"

"This time, it's not the Great Sun Sect, it's not the Great Sun Sword Sect!"

Tianhua Zhenjun of the Yin Sect of the Six Paths Sect said sternly, with murderous intent: "He's just a wild cultivator who doesn't know where he came from. He's so audacious!"

"If even this kind of person can wantonly provoke our Beiyuan family, then we should wipe our necks and wait for death, so we don't have to fight for Beiyuan hegemony anymore."

"What do you think?"

He glanced around coldly.

"This thief deserves to be killed."

"Take his head, take his Nascent Soul, tell the world, and serve as a warning to others!"

"Kill Tushan..."

Every Nascent Soul, whether they belong to a righteous family or a demonic family, no matter what their political stance is, they all speak out with murderous intent at this time.

"Brother Guaxu..."

All Nascent Souls looked at the True Lord Guaxe in the middle Nascent Soul stage.

The Kiyama Tetsu Family, as the righteous family in charge of rituals in the North Plains, has been responsible for eradicating escaped slaves and maintaining the unshakable rule of the bloodline of the Immortal Seeds in the North Plains for generations. Every one of them is a being who has refined the tracking spell.

In the past, occasionally new Yuanyings with foreign surnames or other Yuanying wandering from the world of immortality would cause trouble in Beiyuan. The Guishan Tie family would track and target them, and then summon the Yuanyings of major families to surround and kill them. Very few people could escape.

No, everyone's expressions changed slightly at first glance.

"puff!"

"impossible……"

Master Guiaxe's face suddenly turned dark. He tried to suppress something. After several breaths, he finally couldn't resist it and suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of dark red blood. His face turned pale and his breath was sluggish.

"Brother Guiaxe?!"

Tianhua Zhenjun, who was not as handsome as a human being, but was neither male nor female, had a bad premonition in his heart. He pinched the spell and scattered the clear light. It was the Six Dao Sect's spell to expel the curse.

"nothing."

"No curse trap."

The face of Zhenjun Guiaxe was gloomy: "This place is too clean! Not only is there no scent of the old Tushan thief, but there is also no scent of the golden elixirs of many vassal families. It's like being cleaned by the Nine Heavens Gang Wind without any residue."

"I used some tracking spells that greatly damaged my vitality, but I still found nothing."

"This old thief must be proficient in the art of concealment and cleaning!"

The expressions of many Nascent Soul cultivators darkened.

In the Northern Plains and the Immortal Realm, a Nascent Soul who is proficient in the art of concealment hides in a random place, like looking for a needle in a haystack, who can find it?

Even if you have ten times the power and can't find anyone, what can you do?
(End of this chapter)