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Chapter 893 Chapter 890 Three Unwilling Soul Emperor

"Emperor Huntian, get out!" Swiping forward with one hand, he directly split open the space where the soul race gathered. With thousands of demon monks with ferocious smiles on their faces, Mo Tian stepped into the space, and his voice shook the whole place. In space, monks with lower cultivation bases suddenly collapsed in the shock.

Blood flowed like a river in the Soul Palace behind him, and corpses were lying everywhere, and there was not a single living creature in sight.

Motian is the patriarch of the demon clan, and the demon clan is also the most powerful race in the spirit world. As the leader of a force, Mo Xiang always believes that the resources in a world will always be concentrated in the most powerful race in this world. Among the strongest forces, the stronger the strength, the more cultivation resources they can occupy, and there can be no surprises.

As soon as he left Zhang Baoyu, monks were constantly arrested and tortured along the way. After confirming that the Soul Race was the most powerful force in the world, Mo Tian didn't hesitate, and directly led thousands of Demon Race monks to the Soul Palace.

From the mouths of the monks along the way, they already knew that there had been no demons with top monks in this world for tens of thousands of years, each of them was murderous.

Shangxian is the disciple of Dao Patriarch in the Immortal Realm. Even if they ascended to the Immortal Realm, they might not be able to curry favor with such an expert.

But now, because Shangxian wants to build a small world, he gave himself and others a chance to go to the fairyland, and made these demon monks always grateful to Zhang Baoyu.

Although they also knew that even if Shangxian brought them to the fairy world, they would most likely sell them to the mine, but they were still grateful to Zhang Baoyu.

After all, if they hadn't met the Shangxian, I am afraid that they would not be able to reach the fairy world in this lifetime.

Isn't the purpose of cultivation to become a fairy, is there anything easier than becoming a fairy in the fairy world!
Anyway, they have no hope of staying in the spirit world. Since ancient times, there has not been a monk in the spirit world who can survive the catastrophe.

With so many monks, if they want to be arranged in the sects of the fairy world, it is impossible for a monk who has not become an immortal, even if he is a disciple of the Taoist ancestor.

Entering the mine is just a bit harsher environment, and you can also cultivate. As long as you can become an immortal, you will also have the status of an immortal. This arrangement has already made them extremely grateful.

Now Shangxian wants them to collect some elixir and spiritual roots to build their own small world. Such a small request is easy for all the demon monks.

After entering the Soul Palace, in just a few breaths, someone searched for the soul and found out the location of the Soul Clan, and there was even more screams in the Soul Palace.

After clearing the soul hall, the group also strode into the space of the soul clan.

Mo Tian directly opened the space, and after taking a few steps inward, he stopped and looked enviously at the distance, and waved his hand again, the space opened was suddenly hundreds of times larger.

The concentration of heaven and earth aura in this small space is far higher than that of the outside world. Just as I opened a door, the billowing heaven and earth aura gushes out towards the outside like flowing water, and then flows in one direction.

Just this kind of spatial flow across the continent, one can imagine, apart from the Great Immortal's Spirit Gathering Formation, which monk in this world has such strength.

Since Shangxian is gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he must be cultivating. In this kind of matter, since he can help Shangxian, how could Motian not take action.

"Who are you?" Huntian Emperor flashed a gloomy face at the gap opened by Motian, and sternly shouted at a group of demon monks.

The Soul Clan stands at the pinnacle of this world, and the Emperor Huntian really never imagined that some people will come to the space of the Soul Clan to make trouble, and their anger will soar into the sky.

How could it be possible for a group of demon monks to see a monk in the realm of integration, and their aura suddenly spread.

Before Emperor Huntian could finish his words, the suppression of low-level monks by the overwhelming high-level monks was directly suppressed. Just by sensing the breath of thousands of monks on the opposite side, Emperor Huntian's face suddenly turned white. Without a trace of blood.

Looking around, most of the thousands of monks were of a higher realm than himself. Dou Di, who hadn't been seen for tens of thousands of years, suddenly appeared with thousands of them. Emperor Hun Tian couldn't believe his eyes.

Seeing the densely packed soul monks coming in the distance, Mo Tian also waved his hand directly. He has no interest in bullying these low-level monks, but just pays attention to the heaven and earth aura in the space pouring back into the big world. Since Shangxian wants to If you want to cultivate, you still need to exert some strength.

A Mahayana monk behind him directly slapped Hun Tiandi in front of him. Along the way, ever since he knew that there was no way to refine magic weapons in this world, among the demon monks, there was no one Using magic weapon.

After all, the realm of cultivation is already higher than others, and they still have to bully them with magic weapons. Demon monks who have always believed in fighting head-on, but they really can't save face.

Seeing that the cultivator on the other side did not even say a word, Emperor Huntian also said anxiously: "Wait, who are you!"

Before the words were finished, a huge palm fell on his head, Emperor Huntian didn't even react, his whole body was bleeding, he fell heavily on the ground, struggled to raise his head, and looked at the group of people he had never seen before. The monk, with only a trace of breath, whispered unwillingly: "Why, we don't know each other, and my soul clan has never offended you!"

At this moment, Emperor Huntian has never felt that he has so much unwillingness. Seeing thousands of Doudi standing in front of him, as long as he joins them, he will definitely be able to achieve the Doudi realm he has been pursuing.

But he never thought that the other party would directly slap him to death after seeing him.

And Motian looked at Mo Laosan who had just shot beside him and shook his head: "If you are not sure, then don't rush to shoot. Against a low-level monk, you can't even count the strength to make a shot. It is an embarrassment to our demons!"

Mo Lao San also blushed, glared fiercely at Hun Tiandi who was still struggling and wanted to speak, and slapped down with all his strength.

Before the palm fell down, Mo Tian's heavy palm had already landed on Mo Lao San's face, and he flew Mo Lao San directly, stretched out his hand, and moved the ring on the finger of Emperor Hun Tian to come over. Looking at Mo Lao San said: "If you are still like this in the future, don't make a move. There is a lot of space in the ring of this world, and Emperor Huntian is the patriarch of the Hun Clan, and he will definitely bring the most important treasure in the clan On the body, I can't even think of this, it's just trash!"

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