The treasure ship swallowed rivers into the hull, and there were passages everywhere around the hull, and it seemed to connect the mysterious space. The black water that had originally gone far away flowed backwards, and the treasure ship formed a vortex, which seemed to absorb all the black water.

A monk attacked the treasure ship, but the treasure ship emitted powerful fluctuations, which isolated all attacks. There was a breath of breath awakening. It was the spirit of the treasure ship, a special life body, and that life was a swimming fish. At this time, it appeared above the treasure ship, looking at the bow of the ship, constantly calling.

The treasure ship burst into tears. It felt its master's breath weak, but it tried hard to swallow the surrounding black water.

The salt bun flew up in the sky, and the body of the ink snake disappeared, but two clouds collided in the sky. The snake shadow appeared and disappeared from time to time in a black cloud. A majestic figure on the other side gathered its essence, and countless energy flew over and filled the figure. When they collided with the black cloud, the sky and the earth were filled with roar.

Countless thunders were born between heaven and earth. Red thunders landed, splitting the mountains, but they all avoided the black rivers; blood-colored rain drifted, like the way of heaven was crying. Returning to the state of oneness is already a part of maintaining the peace of heaven and earth, and the spokesperson of the way of heaven. The fight between them is not allowed.

The scales on the black snake's body exploded and fell to the ground, with runes on it disillusioned, stained with dark red blood.

On the other side, strands of blood-stained silk fell from the clouds, and the black wolf splashed in the black river, as if it was a heavy weight. Yan Kuo vomited blood and his body suffered a heavy blow, but he ignored it and roared angrily. All his cultivation was emitting, burning his soul, burning his origin, and his body burst into endless light. The world was no longer so dark, but it dimmed as soon as it turned out, because his body seemed to fill the space, blocking all the light, and the world was fading.

The same is true for Lao Shan God, without any slacking off. He directly changed into his body, and his scales fell off, as if he was injured.

"Life is so brilliant, so weak..."

The old mountain god was pitying, his body trembled, and countless sword energy appeared outside his body, each of which almost killed a god-transforming realm, and such sword energy almost filled the entire sky.

On the other side, light spots appeared outside the salt skull's body, and the sharpness of those light spots squeezed over and overwhelmed.

"A lifetime, the grass and trees are enough! I swear to stop you from the death!" Yan Kuangkuang, the origin was burning, and blessing was on the treasure ship. At this time, the treasure ship was blocking there, cutting off the whereabouts of the river.

The clouds collided with each other, and their voices were also there!

"It's not that you are overestimating your abilities when you are a mantislap, but that you are attitude towards life! Only Yan Ku who died in battle, I'm wrong today. The salt stone tribe is never afraid of death!"

The figures brought countless flames out of the sky above, igniting the black clouds.

Will comes from the dark clouds: "You have to face difficulties even if you can't do it. Is this a cry for life? I understand, so I won't show mercy anymore!"

"As you wish! I will wait for it with all my might!" Yan Qian made his last voice, and then he never kept it.

A dazzling sun appeared between the world. In this space, it seemed to break the celestial phenomena of the witch clan when the endless years came!

Everyone felt the sky brightened, and then felt a fire, coming from the sun, and entering the blood at the same time, the blood began to boil, which was an indomitable will!

The bigger the treasure ship, the more the hull, it had changed to more than twenty miles at this time. The black water that appeared in such a huge creature could not flow through it.

Yin Mingxin had no expression on Luo Ma's head, just waiting for something.

Xue Limeng flew out and fought with dozens of divine realms. The deity flew out and restrained a divine realm, then fell back into the giant lotus, closed the giant lotus, and then disappeared no movement.

The lotus is suspended because there is no black water below.

Chongyue and a god were in a state of trouble, but Chongyue seemed to be unable to match his strength. Fortunately, he could use the power of Wenmo's country to make the monk's cultivation gradually locked and sealed, with yellow tombstones surrounding him, and he was burying him.

The Salt Stone Tribe underestimated the power of the Baofeng Tribe and the Tianhu Tribe. Having a Shenlin Realm has barely entered the threshold of the big clan, and three masters of the Salt Stone Tribe have reached the Return Realm. This is why the Salt Stone Tribe wants to annex the Baofeng Tribe. They are not willing to be a royal clan, but a royal clan in the witch tribe. To do this, they first prove their strength.

However, a royal family is extremely conceited, unless the royal family of the same level is targeting them, so even if the Baofeng tribe and Tianhu tribe are at the Shimen Pass, they don’t care. They happened to have an excuse to annex the two tribes, but they still miscalculated. One of the worshipers was defeated in the realm, and the cultivation level of the Laoshan God suddenly reached the middle stage of the Return to One Realm, which made the Yanshi tribe suddenly panicked. Only then did they realize that the Baofeng tribe was prepared and did not fight unprepared battles.

When Yan Kuo went to the battle, he was naturally ordered to come. First, he wanted to open the door of the Yanshi tribe, and second, he wanted to crush the Baofeng tribe and the Tianhu tribe, but he still miscalculated it.

Even if the cultivators he brought were all elite, the two gods were in the realm of land to press the formation, it was not enough, let alone the dozen or so gods, as for the realm of transformation, there were tens of them. However, when they encountered the coalition forces of the two tribes, the gap was narrowed.

Among the monks of the Tianhu tribe, there were suddenly dozens of tribe leaders or mountain gods from more than ten tribes who quietly transformed into gods and then killed all directions. Moreover, their aura was extremely strange, and ghost energy was everywhere.

The same is true for the Baofeng tribe. Most of the patriarchs of the ten clans are in the realm of the God Transformation, and even a few of the divination realms are nothing. After all, they are all royal families that were once, and then they have declined to become royal families. Now they have become medium-sized tribes. However, they are lean camels, always bigger than horses, with a lot of background, but they are hidden, but those dependent foreign tribes have achieved the transformation of gods, which makes people look at them.

There are clouds of light everywhere, people are flying everywhere, or ferocious beasts are flying in the sky, but there are not many high-level monks who are really stepping on the divine treasures against the enemy by the river.

All the monks on the Salt Stone Tribe left the treasure ship because the treasure ship had to absorb all the rivers, and they also needed to fight to buy time for the treasure ship's departure.

Even in the face of such a tragic situation, the Salt Stone Tribe did not retreat because when one person died in battle, at least one monk on the other side died, or even two, and sometimes four or five more people were even there.

This is the gap between the big clan and the small clan. The combat power is not at the same level, and this is the elite among the big clan. They have extremely strong fighting spirit and the fire of life is ignited. The alliance needs to survive and avoid casualties as much as possible.

The two tribes are also vanguard troops and elite troops, but there is still a gap in the end.

When a stick of incense passed, the two tribes felt struggling. Instead, the Salt Stone tribe still looked at death and was not afraid at all, because their commander has not yet lost and is still fighting the final battle of trapped beasts.

"My sons, try to survive as much as possible and don't give them any benefits. You are the children of the big clan, and your life is even more precious! Don't let the general fight alone to the end!"

An old monk shouted, because all the monks on the Salt Stone Clan began to use self-destruction methods. When there were many enemies around them, they burned the origin without hesitation. The number of self-destructions made the old monk cold. These are the hopes of the tribe, but at this time it was like the sun set in the west, which was a pity!

"The old general takes care of himself, I'll go first!" A monk in his twenties roared and used all his strength to explode. The dazzling rays of light seriously injured several of the surrounding spiritual realms.

At this time, a monk from the Salt Stone Clan flew over, and a long sword in his hand slashed. The heads of the monks in the Early Spirit Realm flew up, blood drifted, and several living lives disappeared.

Life is the same after all, and there is nothing left after death.

The monk was also hit by a thunderbolt and then fell into the black water. His body directly became a pile of dead bones, and he was sucked into it when the treasure ship absorbed the black water.

Mu Ming's face was expressionless, but there was a solemn aura. Blood and black water were soaked in his clothes and his body was soaked. Mu Ming gasped, but he was not slow to take action. Mu Ming's move was extremely cruel, and the monks in his hands were shot down one by one.

Mu Ming felt that the tingling pain in his heart continued, but it gradually became numb, which made Mu Ming feel painful, as if he had lost something and could never be saved.

Mu Ming suddenly turned around because he felt someone was watching him, but when he turned around, there was nothing. But Mu Ming knew that there was indeed something watching him, and the eyes of the newly-dead monk were still there.

There was a trace of black silk thread on the mark condensed by the power of the mountain god of Wood Name. Those silk threads seemed to bind Wood Name. They didn't realize anything at this time, but in the future, Wood Name knew that it would explode and flooded itself like a flood.

That was a curse, that was the curse that the monk killed by Mu Ming had before his death. It was extremely vicious, that was the strongest power of wishes, the power of the mind, but it was the darkest side.

Mu Ming felt cold in his heart. This was a terrible tribe. Even if he died in battle, he would have a poisonous wish!

The battle was finally coming to an end, because nearly 100,000 people came from the Allies, and 100,000 people were completely crushing against ten thousand people, but the war lasted for an hour.

At this time, a crying sound appeared on the battlefield, which was the sound of someone surviving, or the sound of someone who lost some close relatives, and then accompanied by a series of vows to avenge!

There is also the roar from time to time, which is the last action of the Salt Stone Clan monk, and he would rather die than surrender!

The treasure ship kept trembling, as if it had swallowed too much black water, but the black water was still surging. Even if 30% of it was less than 30% at this time, its majesty remained unabated.

If time is enough, the treasure ship will definitely absorb all the black water, but there is only so much time.

The old mountain god appeared and stood on the black water. One arm broke and a hole was broken between his eyebrows. There was a white witch everywhere, and there was a strange force eroding, and his breath was a little fluctuating.

An illusory figure fell in the sky. The figure was Yan Kuo, his soul and his broken body fell, his own body, and his life was cut off.

The treasure ship burst into tears, attracting the remnant soul and the body.

However, the treasure ship did not leave, but instead absorbed the river crazily, as if it was about to fulfill its last wish. Even if the treasure ship became extremely black at this time, cracks appeared one after another, which was a manifestation of reaching its limit, because these curses consumed the origin of the treasure ship.

However, the remnant soul shook his head, silently bowed to the old mountain god, and gently slapped the treasure ship. The treasure ship began to resonate. White bones flew out of the black water and fell into the treasure ship. There were only a hundred or so pieces, very few, so pitiful.

The figure was silent and then shed tears, but the soul had no tears, and only the crystal soul's power transformed, and it dissipated before it could fall to the ground.

The treasure ship was waiting for a moment, but nothing flew out of the black water. At this time, the body of the soul remnant soul became dimmer. The soul knelt on the ground and knocked hard nine times, with apology in her eyes, "I don't have much time left, so I can only take your last wish home! May the cycle of reincarnation be returned to you forever! Even if I can't pay it back at all!" After that, she closed her eyes and gently patted the treasure ship.

The treasure ship became smaller in an instant, and turned into a stream of light and left far away.

Yin Mingxin originally planned to intercept, but in the end he did not take action. The Black Water River was 30% less, but in the end he was still surging forward, and his power seemed not much weaker.

The monks of the two tribes were touched when they watched this scene. Even the warlike people did not attack, but watched quietly because they knew that perhaps they would experience such a scene, so they should be respected, even if they were opponents!

Xue Limeng appeared, with a head in her hand, and it was still bleeding!

"Kill!" She broke the calm and murderous intent filled her.
Chapter completed!