The figures of the two foreigners suddenly became huge, like balls blowing, and it was more than doubled in an instant. They stepped on the ground and made a thunderous tremor. The two foreigners roared like thunder. Wu Yang looked back and said, "I'll wipe it, it's fat!"

Ning'er Aba didn't understand, and he said, "What's fat?" As he spoke, his sword seal killed a foreigner, and his body had already rushed out dozens of meters away with Lei Xingfeng and Wuyang.

Wu Yang said: "Look back... those two guys are just fat!"

Ning'eraba glanced back and said, "That's not fat...that's transformation!"

The two Taoist ancestors of the foreign tribes were obviously faster after the transformation. Unfortunately, Lei Xingfeng, Wu Yang and Ning'e Aba were extremely fast at the speed. These three people did not catch up, but the cultivators along the way were in great danger and were beaten to death by the two Taoist ancestors.

There were more people who killed the three cultivators of Wuyang and the two Taoist ancestors of the foreign clan. Wuyang killed the three cultivators of the foreign clan, and the two Taoist ancestors of the two cultivators killed the cultivators. Along the way, the foreign clans and the cultivators could not stand it. Seeing these five people coming, they hid aside early.

In this way, the foreigners suffered losses, because Wu Yang and the other three went to the foreigners, and the practitioners were only affected. As long as they avoided it in time, the two Taoist ancestors of the foreigners would have no way. They could not turn around and chase the practitioners. The two ancestors were furious and wanted to catch Wu Yang and bite and smash it.

The three of them ran around, rushing wherever there were many foreign tribes. They were not so stupid that they turned around and fought against the two foreign tribes Daojun ancestors. As time went by, the two foreign tribes Daojun ancestors found something wrong. Since the two had been chasing Wuyang and the three of them, the areas they were responsible for collapsed and were killed by the masters of the cultivators. You must know that the two Taoist ancestors were responsible for restraining the Taoist ancestors among the cultivators. If there was no restraint, then even if the Taoist ancestors did not use the powerful skills, their strength was not something that ordinary foreigners could resist.

Suddenly, two people rushed out to block the Daojun ancestor of the foreign tribe, and one of them shouted: "Kill these two guys!"

Lei Xingfeng saw the cheaper and shouted, "Come on, let's do it!"

It would be too stupid not to pick up this kind of cheapness. The three of them were also a little annoyed to be chased. The three of them turned over and rushed backwards.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two Taoist ancestors of the foreign tribe suddenly realized something was wrong and screamed strangely. The two turned around and ran away. The situation suddenly turned into a reversal. They were originally hunting, but now they have become hunted.

Five people chased two people and bombarded wildly behind them. However, the ancestor of Daojun was different after all, and his defense was extremely strong. Even if he was hit, he was not seriously injured. The two foreign Taoist lords shouted and ran backwards. At this moment, the foreigners completely collapsed. The originally brave warriors suddenly turned into cowards, turning around and running wildly. The remaining cultivators chased them wildly and slashed along the way.

Lei Xingfeng discovered that the two Taoist ancestors in front of him had their bodies quickly contracted, like a ball of air discharge, and they instantly returned to their original appearance. Then the two Taoist ancestors were suddenly extremely fast, and they flashed a few times and then disappeared into the crowd of people fleeing from the foreign tribe. The Taoist ancestor wanted to escape, but they usually couldn't catch up, especially the defeated foreign tribes in front of him, which blocked Wu Yang and the others' pursuit.

Wu Yang said: "I ran so fast, I disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

Ning'er Aba said: "Forget it, I have to fight after catching up. I have no confidence in fighting against the ancestor Daojun."

Lei Xingfeng also smiled and said, "Yes, it's best to run away. If we really meet, we may not necessarily gain a advantage...especially the two of us." He was talking about Ning'e Aba. They are just the Heavenly Lords. With the power of Wuyang and the other two Taoist ancestors, otherwise, let alone chasing the two Taoist ancestors of the foreign tribes, when they meet and fight, the distance between the two people is as far away as they can, the fool fights with such masters. The gap between the Taoist and the Heavenly Lord is really too big.

Wu Yang smiled and said, "Yes, we just ran away like rabbits, haha."

When the two cultivators, Taoist kings, saw that the other party escaped, did not chase them. They would rather kill ordinary foreigners. Enemies with similar strength as theirs. If they could not fight, they would not fight, because only such masters could hurt themselves. They would not attack actively unless they had to, or if they were very sure.

Although there are a huge number of foreigners in the entire tribe, there are no more masters than cultivators. Wu Yang and others chased each other for a while and then stopped. Seeing that the foreigners retreat like a tide, they were unwilling to chase after them stupidly.

Although foreigners were killed or injured in this battle, the same was true for cultivators. Less than two-thirds of the cultivators who survived by hundreds of thousands of cultivators, half of them were seriously injured. This cannon fodder team was considered to be disabled. There should be no more than fifty thousand people who survived without any damage. They were all a little scheming guys. Anyone who was stupid to charge forward would either die or seriously injured, and who could be intact would be very lucky.

The camp was in bleakness, and most practitioners had never seen such casualties. Many practitioners came to see their companions lost, and their faces were filled with sadness.

There was nothing in Wuyang and Lei Xingfeng. After all, no one from the secret sect came, and Ning'e Aba was sad. Many people came to the third sect. He received news that at least half of them died, and most of the remaining ones were injured. Fortunately, this time, Lei Xingfeng provided some healing potions, and these injured people did not die because of this.

Compared with the cultivators of other sects, Ning'e'aba and others are quite good. At least half of them died and most of the cultivators of many sects were killed or injured. Even some sects only had a few people alive.

There are also a very small sect, and none of them survived and all died here in battle.

Behind the supervision team, there were more than 100,000 cultivators, all of whom were the lowest-level cultivators. They were not here to fight, but to experience the battlefield. They were all reserved low-level disciples of Mingze League. Their task was to clean the battlefield and bury the corpses.

The entire battlefield unfolds in the forest, so the forest was almost completely white, with broken branches and leaves all over the ground, and the branches of a few big trees were still retained, standing alone on the battlefield, the fire ignited quickly in a heavy rain, and now you can really see it far away.

Lei Xingfeng sat on a raised tree root. He looked at the battlefield and sighed in his heart that this battlefield was no worse than the battlefield in his previous life. The entire battlefield seemed to be plowed by countless artillery fire. The ground was bumpy and there were countless huge pits. With a heavy rain, countless ponds were added on the ground.

Many corpses floated on the pond, and the newly formed pond was all red. Lei Xingfeng said: "After this battle, we should rest for a while, right?"

Ning'eraba said: "Others may have time to rest, but we... may not have!"

Lei Xingfeng smiled bitterly and said, "Do we still have to fight?"

Wu Yang said: "It probably won't be easy."

Sure enough, before waiting for a long time, an order was conveyed. All the injured gathered and drove to another place. The others stayed in place for the time being, and the supervisory team also left.

Daojun and Tianjun, someone led the way. After flying for a distance, they arrived at a temporary camp. Lei Xingfeng saw a portal erected in the center of the camp. He said, "Where are you going?"

In the camp, the three of them went to the canteen. The so-called canteen, which is a large wooden shed, is a wooden shed that is several hundred meters long and ten meters wide. There are seventeen or eighteen, like a long dragon, and there are tens of thousands of people coming to this camp. Even if there are so many wooden sheds, it is still extremely crowded. Of course, the seats of Taoist and Tianjun are guaranteed, but others are not necessarily the case. Many practitioners are holding rice bowls and squatting on the ground to eat.

After dinner, someone summoned the Taoist and the Heavenly Lord to gather together.

Many Taoist kings and heavenly kings were cursing themselves secretly. They were all kings and dominant figures in their own sects. When they came here, they became pawns. The small soldier can only get the minimum respect and can no longer do whatever they want.

Lei Xingfeng and others followed the crowd and soon entered the portal. No one told me where they went, nor did anyone know.

After exiting the portal, this was a larger camp. The three of them followed the crowd in a daze. Soon someone led them to the resting place. This time it was even more simple. Four people had a room. Wuyang, Lei Xingfeng and Ning'e Aba walked into the room and saw an old man sitting on the ground with a bitter face.

The old man saw the three of them coming in and said, "Sit down, where are you from? Well, my name is Daleba!" This is a Taoist ancestor.

Wu Yang said: "Brother, I am Wu Yang."

Lei Xingfeng and Ning'e Aba each signed up, and the three of them sat down. Lei Xingfeng said curiously: "Senior, why are you alone?"

Dareba said with a bleak expression: "All of them are dead, but I'm the only one, fuck it!" He couldn't help but swear.

Lei Xingfeng carefully looked at Daleba this time.

The old man couldn't tell how old he was. Of course, there was almost no way to guess the age of the cultivator. The experience in his previous life did not work at all. In this life, the cultivator's age is considered young for hundreds of years, and it is not considered old for thousands of years. This is also related to cultivation. Therefore, the old man may be very old or not, but if he can reach the level of the Taoist ancestor, this person will not be young.

The face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were squinting, and he opened it by chance, his pupils flashed with a flash of light, and a powerful force faintly suppressed Lei Xingfeng and Ning'e'aba, with a bitter expression on his face. He was wearing the clothes given by Mingzemeng, just like Wuyang, and here he represented the status of a high-level cultivator.

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Chapter completed!