The most powerful villain in fighting

Chapter 215 Spirit Race Crisis, Clan Extermination Battle!
People in the spirit world didn't feel the crisis coming at all.

Of course, even if they feel the crisis, it is impossible to completely prevent it, and they don't even know when it started.

A Dou Zong strongman belonging to the Spirit Race is trying to meditate and practice.

Suddenly, his body began to twitch inexplicably, and the bone marrow in his body slowly creaked.

His limbs began to twist at an angle that is impossible for humans to twist, and the bone marrow sound in his body became louder and louder.

Not long after, the situation of this person alarmed the others.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"Could it be that the cultivator has become obsessed?"

Several people stretched out their hands to support the strong Dou Zong who suddenly went crazy.

The moment they had physical contact.

They also started to have the same symptoms as the crazy people.

The black air in his body slowly leaked out.

Everyone's face began to be hideous and terrifying.

After 10 minutes passed, these crazy people rushed out and kept touching other people.

And just like that, the infection started.

The contagion that you come and go one by one, from Dou Zong to a bunch of Dou Emperors, even Dou Zun.

Dou Zun's infection spread to Ban Sheng, and Ban Sheng was infected with Dou Sheng...

The symptoms of the disease are all the same, and the speed of infection even reaches a second to start the disease.

Among them, Ling Yidao opened his eyes suddenly, listening to the bustle outside, he was a little puzzled.

"What happened outside? Why is there such a big commotion?"

Then he just walked out of the room, looked outside, and was dumbfounded.

The people of the Spirit Race were like zombies, desperately pounced on those normal people, and when they touched them, they joined one of them.

Some people with weak cultivation bases have no resistance at all.

Only some Saint Fighters managed to escape from it.

"What's going on here?" Ling Yidao drew out the blade of killing spirits, knocked back countless frenzied spirit clansmen, and asked those normal people.

The faces of those crazy spirit clansmen were all covered with black air, and their bodies exuded jet-black grudges, like demon gods in hell.

Although they can fly when they reach Douwang or above, these infected people can also fly. In short, they have to touch those normal people at all costs.

"We don't know either!" These Dou Sheng powerhouses who survived by chance were crying with mournful faces.

"I don't know when it started, these people suddenly went crazy, and as long as they are touched by them, the symptoms will be contagious, and everyone will go crazy."

"They are not afraid of death, and rushed towards us in groups. If we hadn't reacted faster, we would have joined them long ago."

"The most important thing is that we were defenseless against them at the beginning." Another Dou Sheng strongman frowned, "Besides, we were not sure whether we could treat them, so we didn't dare to do it."

"Yes, they are all clansmen..."

Just as they were discussing tactics, all the frenzied spirit clansmen suddenly opened their mouths and roared.

The bodies began to swell one by one, and the whole person was directly exploded.

Countless flesh and blood splattered in all directions, raining down on the entire spiritual world.

Such a scene made all the survivors dumbfounded.

"Our clansmen... blew themselves up collectively?"

Just under their astonishment, countless people in black robes emerged from the outside.

Ling Yidao raised his head abruptly, looked at the men in black robes, and shouted angrily:
"Soul Race?! You guys made these?"

"Jie Jie, so what?"

In the front of the black-robed man, there was also an icy sound, and immediately a thick black mist gushed out of it. In the black mist, an old figure with a thin body like a skeleton also carried a gloomy feeling. Breath, slowly walk out.

The black mist surged, and a rickety figure as dry as a bone slowly appeared in the vision of the Spirit Race. He was dressed in a black robe, his old face looked extremely dry, his eyes were sunken, and in the eye sockets, two dancing A group of will-o'-the-wisps, revealing a little bit of weirdness.

"The Great Heavenly Lord of the Soul Palace?" The people of the Spirit Race naturally knew the Soul Palace very well.

Not for anything else, just because in the recent period, the strength of the Soul Palace has risen sharply, and it is already infinitely close to their Spirit Race.

This brought a great sense of crisis to the Eldar.

The old figure slowly raised his head, his withered face looked a little scary under the light, the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes danced slightly, and a hoarse and creepy voice sounded quietly: "Jie Jie Jie, it seems that you Spirit Race The homework is still good."

"It's just that it's too late for you to know now. The huge spirit clan, now only you, the fighting saints, and others are left alive. They have all fallen."

"What did you say?! Even Yimin..."

The descendants are the bottom layer of every ancient race, but they are also the most important layer.

After countless years of reproduction, the number of descendants in each race is quite large.

They also have the blood of Emperor Dou in their bodies, but it is almost negligible.

Of course, there will be some accidents or mutations, which will lead to the strength of the bloodline, and these descendants, once discovered, will skyrocket in value and become real members of the spirit race.Enjoy great respect.

Unlimited fresh blood also ensured the longevity of these ancient races.

With such a huge population, the young geniuses of each ancient race emerge in endlessly, all of them are top geniuses selected from one hundred thousand or even one million.

"Hehe, of course we won't let go of the blood in their bodies." The Great Heavenly Sage revealed an evil smile.

"Bastards! You soul race...could it be..." Ling Yidao's face changed drastically, and ordinary methods could not snatch the blood power of other races at all.

Only the spirit-swallowing clan that existed in ancient times had this ability.

Devour the blood power of other races to strengthen yourself!

But...but the Spirit-Tuning Clan has long since been exterminated!
"You guessed right, so what? The Bone Emperor cracks the sky!"

Da Tianzun's abnormally cold low voice suddenly sounded, and immediately the space above everyone's heads fluctuated rapidly, a huge bone knife, with a strange aura, pierced the void, and in the distance, it was facing the soul. The fighting saints of the clan have already chopped down.

"call out!"

Accompanied by the swing of the strange bone knife, a strange fluctuation suddenly spread out, and it flew towards Ling with lightning speed.

"Soul attack, hum."

Feeling the strange fluctuations, Ling Yidao suddenly drew out the blade of killing the spirit.

In the confrontation of soul power, the spirit race has never been afraid of anyone!
At the moment when they were about to collide, the other Eldar powerhouses shouted hastily:

"Elder Yidao, retreat quickly!!!"

Before Ling Yidao could react, countless types of different fires spread out from behind the bone knife!
Countless palm prints formed by different fires were formed, and they slapped the defenseless Ling Yidao firmly on the chest, forcing the latter to retreat several hundred meters.

Hun Miesheng came out of the ocean of flames formed by the different fires, and looked down on all the strong men of the Spirit Race with unruly eyes.

"I declare, Eldar, that it is over."

(End of this chapter)