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Chapter 3141 Plan
The spells of the Wu Clan are terrifying, but the premise is to give them time to cast the spell. The God-Suppressing Roar can interfere with the casting of spells by the Witch Clan monks, and it can be regarded as a great nemesis for the Witch Clan monks.

Since Wang Qingshan joined the battle, he had killed a total of six fit monks, including a mid-fit monk. The name of Qinglian Sword Master spread in the Qingli sea area.

Wang Qingshan made a move with one hand, and the blue jade bottle flew towards him.

Turn in the corpses of Nascent Soul and Witch Clan monks to exchange for good deeds.

Seeing this scene, the complexion of a burly man in a blood shirt changed drastically.

Countless blood-colored runes emerged from his body surface, and there was a deafening thunderclap from the sky, and a thick golden lightning fell from the sky, splitting towards the man in the blood shirt.

After the loud rumbling noise, the man in the blood shirt was overwhelmed by the golden thunder.

The thunder light dissipated, and the man in the blood shirt disappeared.

A group of golden thunder lights up, revealing a young woman in a golden skirt with gorgeous facial features, with firm skin, bright eyes and white teeth, the body surface is wrapped by countless golden arcs, and there is a pair of golden wings on the back.

Fairy Ganlei Han Yuyan, at the beginning of the fusion, she is a newly promoted monk of the Han family, and has been in the fusion stage for more than 2000 years.

With the protection of Zhenjun Wan Hai, the Han family has developed very well.

"Using the blood escape technique again to escape, hmph, is it faster than my thunder escape technique?"

Han Yuyan's face turned cold, the golden wings on his back slammed fiercely, and countless golden arcs surged out, turning into a golden thunder and disappearing.

Wang Qingshan put away the corpses and storage rings of the witch monks, and did not chase after them.

The man in the blood shirt is proficient in the supernatural powers of blood, and the Tongtian Lingbao can also be defiled. Wang Qingshan's two natal flying swords have been defiled, and his spirituality has been damaged. He needs to use Qinglian True Flame to help him restore his spirituality.

Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry, Wang Qingshan didn't want to push the enemy too hard, and he didn't want to be too conspicuous to attract the attention of the Wu clan.

Since the start of the war, the human race in the Qingli Sea Region has lost more than 20 fit monks, including a late-fit monk. The witch race has lost more and lost a lot of territory. The three races are against the four races, and the strength of the human race is relatively strong. , the Witch Clan is very strenuous.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, a ball of golden thunder lighted up, and Fairy Gan Lei appeared.

"Mrs. Han, have you caught up?"

Wang Qingshan asked.

"I caught up with him. His blood path supernatural power is really powerful, but he was killed by me."

Fairy Gan Lei said lightly.

So far, the Han family has lost seven fit monks, one of them was seriously injured, and their vitality was seriously injured. It will take a long time to recover their vitality.

"Let's go! Let's go back!"

Fairy Gan Lei and Wang Qingshan flew along the way they came from and disappeared into the sky.

Jin Teng Island, originally an island controlled by the Wu Clan, has a seventh-order spiritual vein on the island. After the human race masters captured this place, it was used as a front-line command office and gathered a large number of masters and supplies.

In the southeast corner of the island, there is a secluded courtyard with green tiles.

Wang Qingfeng, Dong Xueli, Wang Huanyu, Wang Lei, and Wang Xiangrong sat in a blue stone pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.

They also took action to fight with the Wu Clan monks, and killed some Wu Clan monks, more in the rear, exchanging experiences with other Lianxu monks, or competing with each other.

At this moment, Wang Tuntian walked in with a solemn expression.

"Cui Yao and the others' bodies were destroyed, leaving only Nascent Soul."

Wang Tuntian took out five exquisite jade boxes and handed them to Wang Xiangrong.

The Dark Hall has two Void Refining cultivators in the Qingli Sea Area. They have nothing to do with the Wang family on the surface. When the war started, they were conscripted into the army and assigned tasks to fight against the monks of the Wu clan.

Not long ago, Cui Yao was ordered to attack a stronghold of the Wu Clan, and was destroyed by the monks of the Wu Clan. Fortunately, Yuanying escaped. survived.

Wang Xiangrong frowned, and asked what happened, Wang Tuntian answered truthfully.

They have been unable to contact Cui Yao before, there is no way, after the war, a large number of monks were conscripted to the front line, sometimes they may be conscripted to another stronghold halfway, or assigned to perform tasks, it is difficult to contact.

This is not the Xuanling Continent, Cui Yao has limited power to borrow, and many spies from the dark hall were conscripted to join the battle, causing heavy casualties.

Even if they tell others that they are from Qinglian Wang's family, others may not believe it. Many monks pretend to be identities in order to avoid war, and it is difficult to verify.

Wang Qingfeng is the son of Wang Changsheng, so he is very recognizable, unlike the spies in the dark hall, who reveal their identities, and no one may believe them.

Wang Xiangrong opened a cyan jade box, and a miniature Nascent Soul with facial features resembling Cui Yao flew out.

"We will find you a suitable body for you to seize."

Wang Xiangrong comforted him.

"It's best to be a monk of the Wu Clan. If you can use this to place people in the Wu Clan, maybe it can play a major role."

Cui Yao said.

"The success rate of the spirit fusion method is not high. If you do this, you may die."

Wang Qingfeng said with a frown.

"I've researched it. Be careful. The success rate is relatively high. This is the best time to infiltrate the Wu Clan. After the war is over, it will not be so easy to infiltrate the Wu Clan."

Cui Yao said seriously.

Now that many monks of the Wu tribe are missing or killed, it is more convenient to arrange manpower, and it is difficult to verify.

"If you fail, you will die. Do you really want to do this?"

A deep male voice sounded.

As soon as the words fell, Wang Qingshan walked in with a dignified expression.

"I'm willing to give it a try. Some things need someone to do it. I don't believe it. There is no one who succeeds."

Cui Yao's tone was serious.

As the person in charge of the dark hall in the Qingli sea area, Cui Yao is courageous in her work.

"Since you have made up your mind, we will arrange the rest."

Wang Qingshan nodded and agreed.

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Witch God Island, Witch Clan.

Wu Li sat on the main seat, frowning.

Shang Yan and hundreds of clan elders stood aside, their expressions varied.

The Witch Clan lost a lot and couldn't fight anymore.

"According to statistics, we have currently lost 34 body-fit monks, killed 45 body-fit monks, seven body-fit monks are missing, and their lives and deaths are uncertain. 730 two monks have fallen, and the whereabouts of more than 200 monks are unknown."

Business report.

Wu Li frowned, and said: "It seems that the war must be ended as soon as possible. Continuing to fight will only increase the casualties and bring no benefit."

The four clans have been asking the Wu clan to hand over the seventh-level middle-grade nine-color worm, but the Wu clan doesn't have it at all, and they don't have to hand it over if they want to.

"The old ancestor wants to do it himself,"

The merchant had a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry, it's not so easy for them to kill me. If I don't show up again, the loss will be even greater."

Wu Li said in a deep voice, she issued a few orders and sent someone to contact the Mahayana monks of the Feng Falcon clan and the barbarian clan. At the same time, the Wu clan began to shrink their troops, abandon some remote strongholds, and strengthen the defense of important strongholds. Killed many witch monks.

(End of this chapter)