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The densely packed narrow passage that was crowded by countless strong men was suddenly cut open by Lu Zhansheng's sword. Countless strong men of the Holy Mogu tribe turned into two half corpses. Countless killing intent and blood energy gathered, and he suddenly took a step forward. , the aura on his body skyrocketed crazily.

"Yaozu, what an invincible general!"

Qin Feng couldn't help admiring, Buddha nodded slightly, then shook his head with a wry smile.

The fate of the monster race is really uneasy, at least with Qin Feng around the human race, they can only do things like charge forward.

"All the great powers of my clan can't retreat in the place of burial! You three despicable and shameless villains, dare to invade our clan at this time, and even want to retreat here, it's wishful thinking!"

In the distance, a cry of incomparable grief and indignation suddenly came, and those powerful Saint Mogu tribes who were dying in large numbers burst into fighting spirit one after another, and came one by one fearlessly.

They are a family with profound background and countless abilities. Just because they were temporarily unable to rush to help the battle, they actually let Qin Feng and the other go so rampant. !

"The place of burial!"

Qin Feng and the three immediately looked at each other, and they all saw each other's worry.

The so-called burial in the sky is actually a burial with the sky!
This is a special way of merging with the will of heaven. Qin Feng's body buried in Duanmu Xiaobai Great World is actually a kind of this special way.

Some people agree with the Dao with their bodies, and some want to understand the Dao at a closer distance, but generally speaking, this kind of thing can only be done if they have obtained the approval of the Dao of Heaven, or even basically controlled one of the Dao of Heaven.

In today's prehistoric land, most of the will of heaven has been devoured by countless strong men of the Holy Mogu clan. Unexpectedly, they are in a hurry to retreat to the burial place again!
Once those people return safely, perhaps the entire Great Desolation will change hands quickly, and the Shengmogu Clan will rise unstoppably, and all the Great Desolation Ten Thousand Clans will be reduced to sacrifices for the rise of this clan.

"Go back first and talk about it!"

Qin Feng gently reminded that the three of them felt a little heavy at this moment.

The background of the Shengmogu clan is too amazing. None of the top figures in their clan are there, but they still mobilized terrifying power, almost keeping Qin Feng and the three of them.

"cut!"

Thinking of the background of the Holy Mogu Clan, it seemed that it was really on the head of the Yao Clan, Lu Zhansheng was suddenly upset, he let out a cold cry, and swung the short sword in his hand wildly.

In an instant, there were simply countless dead Saint Mogu strong men, and the real strong men of their tribe who had been directly killed retreated one after another, not daring to show their heads at all.

This is no longer greedy for life and fear of death, but to preserve the vitality of the clan.

However, even if the top powerhouses retreated one after another, the endless Saint Mogu tribe still charged forward frantically. They ignored the deaths of a large number of tribesmen, and only wanted to use their lives to slightly delay the departure of Qin Feng and the three, hoping to wait The strongest members of the clan left the customs one after another, leaving the three of them forever.

"Interesting! Interesting! Could it be that this clan can't be killed cleanly?" Qin Feng and Buddha didn't make any moves. The two looked at the massive number of strong men from the Holy Mogu clan who were killing more and more and more courageously. It showed a slight shock.

If this killing method continues, perhaps the Shengmogu clan will not move at all, but the three of them will really be left here.

"I'm not very good at group killing! When will you two see?"

Although countless creatures were annihilated in his hands, Lu Zhansheng was still a little irritable seeing the bleak situation of killing more and more.

"It doesn't bother anyone who gets killed!"

Qin Feng complained a little speechlessly, he suddenly raised his hand and swung it, a black light suddenly shot up into the sky, turning into a hideous and ugly dragon in the distance!
"How could it be so ugly?" Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the imagination of the mighty and sacred ancestor dragon was clearly the imagination of the human race.

"Ow!"

The next moment, the boundless black giant roared, and a large number of powerful Saint Mogu clansmen suddenly turned into a stream of people soaring into the sky, struggling to rush into the huge dragon's mouth.

"What an evil dragon!"

Seeing this scene, the Buddha was slightly moved. He didn't know if the dragon had matured, but just looking at it now, it seemed to have the momentum of a golden-haired roar!

"Have you killed enough?"

The three of them walked forward slowly under the impact of the black dragon, and a sneer full of condescension suddenly came from above the sky.

"Finally, a holy ancestor is released! Our sacrifice was not in vain, and we have finally waited for this moment!"

The endless strong men of the Holy Mogu tribe ignored the endless corpses of their clansmen in the field. They shouted excitedly, apparently they had already regarded Qin Feng and the other three as dead!

"The prehistoric world has not yet been unified, and you actually rushed out of the place of burial. Did you give up for the sake of the three of us?"

Qin Feng looked up to the sky, and the bright white light escaped from his eyes, and countless people saw a handsome young man in black, who seemed to be descending from the sky slowly and rushing towards this place. Come.

"Qin Feng! The way of heaven here suppresses us too much, we should stop wasting time!"

The Buddha gently reminded him that he had long seen that Qin Feng was not unable to leave, but was deliberately delaying time, wanting to see clearly the true background of the Holy Mogu Clan!
"Ok!"

Qin Feng naturally understands this truth, he knows that he has no need to fight to the death with the opponent in such an environment.

However, although he agreed verbally, his body stood there firmly without moving.

"Damn it!"

The next moment, the young man in black screamed with incomparable resentment, and a terrifying black giant palm suddenly descended from the sky, and ruthlessly suppressed the black dragon.

This giant palm is black and shiny, like a powerful magic weapon, it is definitely more than enough to deal with ordinary beasts.

It's just that the black dragon is not an ordinary existence, it suddenly let out an angry roar, and rushed towards the giant palm directly above its head and its feet.

Qin Feng remained motionless, he looked at the young man in black quietly, he was neither in a hurry to leave, nor in a hurry to rescue his pet.

"boom!"

Immediately, there was an earth-shattering roar, and the giant palm was suddenly shattered by the bombardment of the dragon's teeth, and fell to pieces in pieces.

"The Artifact Spirit of the Xiantian Lingbao? No, how could the Artifact Spirit of the Xiantian Lingbao be so powerful!"