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Seeing the unjust roar, Mo Wen thought about it and seemed that he did not have that high awareness. However, since Hu Lu Feng was from the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, he happened to meet him, and it would be nothing to be able to save his life.

Xueying tribe? He thought there was only a seventy-two tribe alliance on this ancient wasteland, and it turned out that there were other tribes. Moreover, this Xueying tribe seemed not simple, and it seemed that it was not afraid of the background of tiger killing.

"Your Excellency, are you from the Seventy-Two Tribes Alliance?"

Master Wu Jie said with a serious expression, when did such a master appear in the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance? He found that he could not see through the young man's cultivation level more and more, but he was definitely no less than a cultivator in the middle stage of Taixuan, and even ordinary cultivators in the middle stage of Taixuan could not kill the legitimate wife of the Thirteenth Master Mu Yue in such a short time.

"What do you think?" Mo Wen said lightly

The God of Heavenly Snake in his hand had been raised again, and the lightning flashed and attacked Master Wu Jie. He liked to be direct and didn't like nonsense.

Master Wu Jie emitted a dark aura, and his body seemed to be fading, constantly changing positions, as if trying to avoid Mo Wen's spear.

However, the Tianshe God Spear was like a shadow. No matter how he avoided it, he could not escape the lock of the Tianshe God Spear.

puff!

Master Wu Jie was directly knocked away by a spear and blood spilled. With his peak cultivation level in the early stage of Taixuan Realm, he could not stop Mo Wen's attack.

Mo Wen killed four or five hundred wild ancient beasts in the Taixuan realm in Shangyang. It is easy to imagine how heavy the murderous aura and hostility of the Heavenly Snake God Spear in his hand are.

"withdraw!"

Master Wu Jie shouted softly, turned into a black shadow, turned around and ran away, and didn't dare to look at Mo Wen before leaving, with a look of fear on his face.

Sha Bai had wanted to escape long ago, and even turned into a ray of light before Master Wu Jie to escape to the horizon.

"Divine Thunderstorm!"

Mo Wen flew up, and the God of Heaven and Snake in his hand turned into a 360° circle, and thunder roared, and the whole world darkened.

The next moment, dark clouds were everywhere. The long thunder snake was raging among the dark clouds, and the radius of thousands of miles was covered by the dark clouds. A terrifying pressure crushed from the sky, and thunder fell one after another, just like thunder and rain.

Boom!

A huge phantom of lightning spear teared apart the dark clouds and poked out from the sky. It hit Sha Bo's escape light with great accuracy. The terrifying crushing force rolled down. Sha Bo only resisted for a moment and was completely wiped out. The soul did not escape.

On the other side, the thunder gathered more and more, turning into a huge cage of lightning, trapping Master Wu Jie's escape light.

Master Wu Jie is worthy of being the peak monk at the early stage of Taixuan. He is much stronger than Mu Yue and Sha Bai. Black light burst out from him, shattering the cages formed by the gathering of thunder rains. However, the thunder rain is endless, and the cages are formed endlessly, layer after layer. This greatly reduces Master Wu Jie's escape speed.

Mo Wen stepped on the void and walked step by step, just like the king of thunder and lightning. Thunder God Rain is the first of the five thunder God styles. It is extremely powerful and its pure attack effect is still above the stars.

A phantom of a thunder and lightning spear poked out from the dark clouds again and crashed into Master Wu Jie.

"No……!"

Master Wu Jie screamed in panic. In that moment, Bai only had to withstand one breath and it was destroyed. No matter how confident he was, he knew that he could not bear it for a few strokes.

boom!

With a loud bang, Master Wu Jie was frightened and exploded directly. The terrifying impact force exploded the huge phantom of the thunder and lightning spear. A black light flew out from the sky and fled out in panic.

"snort!"

Mo Wen snorted coldly. Cultivators who can cultivate to the Taixuan realm are indeed fierce and decisive people. Once things cannot be done, they will immediately explode and seek the final path of life to travel through the bloody life of rebirth. Many immortals often hesitate at critical moments because they are reluctant to leave their body. But this moment of hesitation often makes them die at the hands of the enemy without even the chance to self-destruct.

A cultivator in Taixuan realm has a quick mind and decisive enough.

The dark clouds in the sky rolled in waves, and lightning gathered again, turning into lightnings and rushing towards the escaped Master Wu Jie's soul.

"The soul differentiates!"

A miserable voice sounded, and Master Wu Jie's black soul suddenly became two, two into four, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into four groups of souls, divided into four different directions to escape, and it flashed thousands of miles.

The lightning and lightning in the sky continued to gather and intercept, but it was obvious that it was difficult for Master Wu Jie to stop them all. In the end, three souls were destroyed under the lightning, and only one soul escaped.

"The secret technique of the differentiation of the soul!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. Unexpectedly, Master Wu Jie also practiced this kind of secret technique of the soul. The secret technique of the soul differentiation technique is a relatively common type of secret technique of the soul. However, it is difficult to practice it, and almost most monks cannot practice it successfully.

Because the secret technique of the soul differentiation of the soul has high requirements for the soul, generally only monks who practice the soul can cultivate the soul-like secret technique. Among the 100 monks, perhaps not one of them can perform the art of the soul differentiation of the soul.

Although it is difficult to practice,

The secret technique of divine differentiation is also very practical, and the most prominent point is that it is escaping.

At the critical moment, a monk can use the art of dividing the soul to divide his soul into many parts. As long as one soul escapes, he can survive.

Mo Wen has practiced the billions of gods. Among the three core secret techniques, one is called "Incarnation of Thousands". Incarnation of Thousands is also a secret technique of differentiation of the soul. When you reach the highest level, you can instantly incarnate the soul into thousands of souls. You can almost kill even if you kill, and you can't kill all the things you can't kill. The ability to save your life is rare in heaven and earth.

"There is only one-quarter of the soul left. Even if you escape, your cultivation will probably drop to the Dou Zhuang Realm. If you want to practice again, you still don't know what happened in the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month, and you may even not be able to practice for the rest of your life."

Mo Wen shook his head lightly. Although the secret technique of differentiating souls can escape life, if the souls are lost too much, the cost is also very high. Master Wu Jie only has one-quarter of the souls left. Even if he takes over the body and is reborn, he will not be able to have his original cultivation.

"Your Excellency, are you really a monk from the Seventy-Two Tribes Alliance?"

On the other side, Hu Luxian, who was about to die, also recovered and looked at Mo Wen with horror. There was a deep look of horror and fear in his eyes.

This young man is so terrible. Killing a cultivator like them, like a chicken or a dog.

Why did he never know when there was such a terrifying monk in the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance? Not to mention Master Wu Jie and others, even if he, a monk in the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, never knew Mo Wen this person.

"That's right." Mo Wen said lightly. He didn't explain much. It doesn't matter whether it is true or not.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace. I will be yours in the future. If you give me any orders, you will follow your orders and follow your horse."

Hu Lufeng bowed deeply, and looked at Mo Wen with a gaze that was still very scared. The young man's anger was too strong. This kind of ferocious aura was not just there. I don't know how many creatures I have to kill to condense it, and it must be a high-level creature. From the quick and neat way Mo Wen killed Sha Bai and others just now, it can be seen that this young man is definitely a fierce and cruel immortal master for his husband's latest chapter.

"I have some fate with you Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, so I just saved you." Mo Wen said lightly.

Hu Ruozi was deeply injured and almost died of a life-threatening death. At this time, only half of his body was left. However, for a cultivator in Taixuan realm, damage to his body was not a big problem.

Is there some fate with the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance? That is to say, he is indeed not a member of the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance. No wonder he, the senior executive of the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, never knew the existence of this person. On the surface, the cultivation level of this young man seemed to be just a fight and turning point. But this is definitely not his real cultivation level, at least he is a cultivator in the middle stage of Taixuan.

His elder brother Hu Hanheng is also a cultivator in the middle stage of Taixuan, but he is sure that his elder brother would never be able to kill Mr. Wu Jie so easily.

"Your Excellency, the dry snake stick is what I obtained from a ruin of an ancient monk's cave. Hu had nothing else to do to take. I will give this dry snake stick to you as a reward for your life-saving grace."

Hu Luxian thought for a while and handed over the dry snake stick in his hand. This thing almost killed him. In front of Mo Wen, he did not dare to leave this treasure.

Who knows what this young monk means? Is it because of this heavenly spiritual treasure that takes action. Compared with his own life, no matter how good the treasure is, it will be in vain.

Mo Wen glanced at the Dry Snake Stick. He had no interest in this ordinary Tianling Treasure, and he didn't take action for this Dry Snake Stick.

"This thing is useless to me, please keep it." Mo Wen said lightly. A gentleman does not take away what others like. Since the dry snake stick is discovered by the tiger and slaughter from ancient ruins, it is his opportunity.

Hu Luxian was shocked and said something big. The dignified Tianling Treasure is useless to him! Even among the cultivators in the Taixuan realm, people with Tianling Treasures are quite rare. There are no more than five Tianling Treasures in their 72 tribe alliance.

Even if you can't use it yourself, you can trade the Tianling Treasure to others and exchange it for a large number of treasures. Who is this young man? He is so free and easy.

"Thank you," Hu Luxian bowed deeply. While he was awe, he felt a little more admiration in his heart. I'm afraid there would be no such monks in the entire ancient wasteland.

"I want to return to the Ula tribe. If you want to go back to the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, then let's go together."

Mo Wen thought about it and said that after Master Wu Jie escaped from a soul and returned to the Xueying tribe, it is difficult to guarantee that no one would come to chase Tiger Lie again. With Tiger Lie's current state, he might not be able to return to the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance safely. After all, a heavenly spirit treasure like the Qian Snake Stick is attractive to most Taixuan realm cultivators. Since he has saved him, save the people to the end and send the Buddha to Xi, he will also return to the Ula tribe.

"I can't ask for it!" Hu Luxian's eyes were overjoyed. He did not expect that this young monk was so kind and was willing to escort him back.

Ula tribe?

Why is it a little familiar? I seem to have heard of it somewhere.

After thinking about it carefully for a long time, a sudden flash of astonishment flashed in Hu Luxian's eyes. Isn't the Ula tribe the bottom small tribe in their seventy-two tribe alliance?

It was a small tribe that could not be even smaller, and it was almost kicked out of the backward tribe of the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance.
Chapter completed!