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"call out!"

The light that flew out from the old man's fingertips and disappeared into Mo Qinglei's body suddenly flew out again.

The lightning beam was as if he had a sense of life. As soon as he left Mo Qinglei, he flew back towards the old man.

Mo Qinglei woke up suddenly from the severe pain, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Nie Tian concentrated his mind and found that there was no thunder and lightning power in Mo Qinglei's Dantian Spirit Sea.

The electric light only stayed in his body for a few seconds, as if he had absorbed all the thunder power he had worked hard to condense.

Mo Qinglei's face was covered in blood, his expression was ferocious and terrifying, and a deep fear finally emerged in his eyes.

He looked at the old man from a distance, as if he remembered something, his body kept trembling.

The huge change that happened here actually ended soon. Chai Longge and the brothers and sisters, all of whom were paying attention to the Creation Source Well that gushed out pure soul silk, and did not see the old man's method at all.

At this time, the two brothers and sisters were still staring at the Creation Source Well with excitement.

Fengwu was about to collect the soul silk in the source of creation well when she suddenly saw the human race, alien race and spiritual beast gathering from all directions.

She suddenly changed color.

There was still a distance between them, and Nie Tian did not dare to hesitate and quickly roared: "Give up that source of creation well!"

The strength shown by the old man was shocking. Mo Qinglei, who held the Thunder King Seal and many spiritual weapons, had no power to fight back in his hands.

And Mo Qinglei was originally evenly matched with him.

The old man was bound to win the Creation Source Well that could spew out the refined soul silk. With the power of Chai Longge, he would be like a mantis arm to kill a car and would definitely die.

"Little sister! Give up that source of fortune!"

Chai Longge suddenly reacted when he heard Nie Tian’s roar and shouted loudly.

Seeing the gathering of many strong men, Zhang Fengwu was also scared and hurriedly moved from the well of Creation to the location where Chai Longge was.

The strange old man, with cold eyes, took out the Thunder King Seal seized from Mo Qinglei's hand.

The dense lightning, mixed with many thunder runes, surged out.

"Boom!"

In front of the old man, several people rushed to the human Qi refiners who were ahead of him, and a demon, who was almost immediately overwhelmed by lightning and lightning.

A bunch of flesh-and-blooded bodies, like flesh-and-blooded cannonballs, fell heavily into the swamp.

The swamp that "gurgled" water bubbles, like a fierce object that opened its huge mouth, swallowed those bodies and disappeared in a few seconds.

The old man was as powerful as a rainbow, holding the Thunder King Seal in one hand, with a huge force. He came from behind and stopped steadily above the Well of Creation Source.

"Those who dare to get close to ten meters will be killed without mercy!"

After giving up this sentence, the old man fell down carelessly. The Thunder King Seal seemed to have become his natal artifact, quietly floating in the air.

"Swish!"

The dense lightning and lightning are intertwined, woven into a huge lightning sky net.

Inside the Thunder King Seal, the beast soul of the level 8th Thunder Beast roared, and there were thunder balls mixed in the grid, shocking all directions.

A Qi Refiner from the late stage of the Xuan Realm approached and hit him in.

Three thunder balls flashed in the old man's eyes and suddenly flew into the man's body.

With a loud bang, the man's body was split into pieces and fell one by one.

"Things that don't know what's alive."

The old man smiled softly, and countless thunder and lightning turned into thunderbolt pythons and swam around.

There are also several human and alien races who rely on their superb cultivation and strong bloodlines, surrounded by pythons condensed by lightning, and their bodies are charred and sinking into the swamp one by one.

The follow-up people, seeing that many people of the same level and those who are stronger than them, died tragically, and they all stopped in a hurry.

Around the old man, there were about a dozen human and foreign races scattered, but no one dared to attack him again.

Also there, Xie Yunhai, who was not far from the old man, had not yet collected the essence of water in the Creation Source Well.

Because he was competing with the old man, he looked at the corpses sinking into the swamp. He felt fear and decisively abandoned the well of the Creation Source and escaped directly.

Chai Longge stared at the mouth, and from time to time, his face looked hesitant.

Xie Yunhai escaped, and the two brothers and sisters were not far from the old man.

Here, suddenly became the most bloody and tragic battlefield in the entire area. He began to think about whether to abandon the opportunity in the well and retreat like Xie Yunhai.

"Walk!"

Nie Tian's loud shout rang again.

Chai Longge seemed to have made up his mind because of this loud shout, and grabbed Zhang Fengwu and shouted: "Let's go!"

The two siblings quickly moved away from the land of right and wrong.

Yin Yanan and Mu Biqiong were also condensing the essence of ice and plants.

When Nie Tian and Mo Qinglei clashed, they frequently saw that the old man suddenly changed his momentum when the pure soul silk was gushing out of the Creation Source Well.

"What a great old man, I didn't expect to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger." Yin Yanan muttered to herself, with a serious expression.

The level 8 ice-blooded python in her body kept warning her not to provoke the old man when the old man started killing.

The level 8 ice blood python has the strength comparable to the early stage powerhouse of the human race's virtual realm. It is so scary of the old man, which makes Yin Yanan deeply sad.

Mu Biqiong looked at the old man from afar, and was also worried, as if he instinctively smelled the crisis.

"I know your name is Nie Tian." Mo Qinglei, who was dying, looked up at Nie Tian at the magical source of creation well, and whispered: "Nie Tian, ​​take me away as soon as possible. I can tell you the secret of the old guy's powerfulness."

Nie Tian was surprised, "Take you away?"

"My Thunder King Seal was seized by him. The thunder and lightning spiritual power that I have been practicing for many years was taken away by him." Mo Qinglei nodded slightly, "You take me away, I will save you from disaster."

"You can't even leave?" Nie Tian's face looked strange.

"I was seriously injured." Mo Qinglei blushed, feeling extremely frustrated, "Believe me, hurry up and leave here as far as you can! When he pulls away the pure soul silk from the Creation Source Well one by one, he can't even leave if he wants to!"

"Do you know who he is?" Nie Tian was stunned.

Mo Qinglei focused his head with a strong look of fear, "I guess who he is."

"who is he?"

"You take me away and let me leave here alive, and I will tell you!"

"I'm actually not interested in knowing who he is." Nie Tian smiled indifferently, "But I will listen to your advice and escape from here before he absorbs the refined soul silk from the Creation Source Well. As for you, I don't feel obliged to take it with me. I didn't take the opportunity to kill you, you should have burned high incense."

There is actually no hatred between him and Mo Qinglei, and the reason for the fight is just because this person is arrogant.

At this moment, Mo Qinglei lost the Thunder King Seal, and the level 6th Thunder Beast that brought him over was dead. Even his thunder and lightning power was stripped away by the old man.

Mo Qinglei was directly beaten to the mortal world from the pride of heaven, and anyone who was still active in the surrounding area could easily kill him.

"I have grown up so old, and I have never asked anyone. This time I beg you to take me away!" Mo Qinglei looked fearful and uneasy, "I have lost the Thunder King Seal, no thunder power can be used. You can completely capture me and make trouble. I just want you to take me out of here and leave that guy!"

Nie Tian was stunned: "Are you so afraid of him?"

Mo Qinglei focused heavily: "If he absorbed the pure soul silk from the Creation Source Well, he would use his soul-taught technique to pull out my memories."

“Why?”

"You take me away, and I will tell you everything!"

Nie Tian snorted coldly, and was about to speak, he suddenly saw three acquaintances.

Pargson of the Skeleton Clan, Gutas of the Demon Clan, and Frost of the Evil Underworld Clan, actually touched them.

The moment the three people appeared, Yin Yanan and Mu Biqiong's faces suddenly became gloomy and they were ready for battle.

The three aliens who arrived suddenly also clearly noticed that Nie Tian and others, surprisingly, they did not come for Nie Tian, ​​and flew towards the Creation Source Well where soul silk was gushing out.

Their target is also the source of creation.

"It's interesting." Nie Tian whispered strangely.

The three alien races are all dazzling new stars in their respective races. They have heavy weapons within the clan and have combat power far exceeding the bloodline level.

Since the three of them wanted to occupy the source of creation, they would inevitably have a conflict with the old man. Nie Tian smiled and ignored Mo Qinglei's begging. The old god was on the ground and continued to wait and see.

"Old guy, get out of that well!"

Gutas of the demon clan smiled grimly, like a monster swooping down.

"roll!"

The old man looked cold, and lightning flashed into a python and bit Gutas suddenly.

Frost of the Evil Nether Clan was still sitting on the huge skull. The skull condensed out with its remnant souls. As soon as it arrived, it quietly gathered the remnant souls of the dead.

"Boom boom boom!"

Thunder balls hit the skull, which was like life, making a shrill scream.
To be continued...