Gu Wentian and the Holy Lord of the Monster Clan once again took on the clan leader, and this time they had an additional helper, the Moon-Eating Tengu.
In comparison, the clan leader is far less powerful than just now.
Without the two sacred weapons, the Moon-Eating Dual Swords and the Mountain and River Pen, the clan leader's overall aura has weakened a lot.
The two sides were fighting fiercely, and it looked like they were indistinguishable. In fact, the leader of the clan felt a little tired, but he had no way out.
The moves Gu Wentian and the Holy Lord of the Monster Clan all made were killing moves. Although they didn't say it, there was a sense of revenge and hatred in them.
The whole world is their battlefield, with rocks collapsing and splashing, seawater pouring into the sky, lightning and thunder, and violent winds howling.
Everyone had to continue to retreat, staying as far away from the center of the storm as possible.
No one knew what exactly happened in the center of the battlefield, and could only watch the doomsday-like scene from a distance.
The Spirit Tribe and the human and demon tribes are at two separate ends. After experiencing this change, the Spirit Tribe has only the last three people left, including the Spirit Tribe woman who fought alongside Xiaobai.
Knowing that he was no match for the two clans, he luckily avoided their sharp edges and stayed away.
The human race and the demon race are not much better. After successive battles, all races have suffered heavy losses. Those who can survive to this day have some luck in it.
Gu Wenyu weakly leaned on He Xi, and she asked leisurely: "Did it succeed?"
He Xi nodded quickly, "Successful."
As he said that, he showed Gu Wenyu the Shanhe brush and said, "Look, I got all the Shanhe brushes back."
A smile appeared on Gu Wenyu's lips, "That's good."
Her holy light could not strike a second blow in a short period of time. When she heard He Xi's affirmative answer, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Gu Wenyu calmed down and asked again: "Is the clan leader dead?"
He Xi paused for a moment, but still said truthfully: "No, but your blow severely injured the clan leader. He had to use the holy weapon to consume the power of the holy light, which caused his control of the holy weapon to loosen. Now
I got back Meng Anxin's Moon-Eating Double Swords and my Shanhe Pen.
Next, it will be left to your brother and the Holy Lord of the Monster Tribe. They will definitely be fine. Oh, by the way, the Moon-Devouring Double Swords have now transformed into the Great Tengu to help your brother and the Holy Lord of the Monster Tribe. I believe they will be there soon.
There are results.”
He Xi briefly told Gu Wenyu the current situation.
Gu Wenyu nodded. She hesitated for a moment, wanting to ask but not daring to ask. Finally, she murmured and asked, "Where is Xiaobai? How is she...?"
He Xi looked confused and did not answer the question.
"She...is dead?" Gu Wenyu couldn't believe it and had to ask with trembling lips.
"She never appeared again after being hit by the leader of the Spirit Tribe. It might not be as bad as you think. She might just be injured." He Xi could only answer truthfully, but in the end he still said words of comfort.
"Boss Bai will be fine! She's so powerful, she won't die!" Huo Huo said very firmly.
Gu Wenyu closed his eyes and was silent for a long time before he said leisurely: "Yes...she is an old witch who only has her soul and is still alive. How could she die...she will definitely not die."
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The center of the battlefield.
Gu Wentian and the Holy Lord of the Monster Clan can be said to have avenged their past humiliation. The two of them have been suppressed and beaten unilaterally by the leader of the clan. Now they can finally beat the old man in front of them.
The two big tengu were also merciless and as ferocious as the vicious dogs from hell.
Only when the leader of the clan is gone can he be calm. Most of the time, he can only defend passively.
At the same time, he is still using the secret method to summon other holy weapons. This is his only thought and possibility of making a comeback at the moment.
But everyone holding the sacred weapon will not let him succeed easily. Each one holds their own sacred weapon tightly. The only thing the clan leader can think about is the illusion mirror of reincarnation.
Strangely enough, the Nine-Tails had been severely injured, and the Samsara Mirror should have been summoned by the clan leader long ago.
But the Phantom Mirror of Samsara disappeared together with the Kyuubi. At this time, the clan leader had already had a premonition of something, and his attacks became a little impatient.
If it weren't for the fact that the world built by the holy weapon could not be easily broken, the clan leader might have wanted to escape far away.
"Old man, I asked you to return the sacred artifact to others a long time ago, but you refused to listen and insisted on making the situation so ugly. Look at what you did to me. I can't help but kill you today."
Gu Wentian didn't know whether he was outputting it through his mouth or something else, he was mumbling while typing.
The Holy Lord of the Monster Clan was also holding back anger in his heart. He had never been so aggrieved when facing the gods. He did not expect that he would be tricked by the leader of the Spirit Clan, and he almost lost his life here.
"Chief of the clan, I brought my troops to this world out of my trust in you. You really gave me a big surprise."
The clan leader said disdainfully: "Humph, don't put it so nice. You just made a decision after weighing the pros and cons. If you don't come this time, you will never have the chance to overthrow the gods. Isn't the result just as you wanted?
?The temples have fallen. Hahaha~ It’s time for the nine holy weapons to return to their places.”
The Holy Lord of the Demon Clan mocked: "Why return? You are just coveting the power of the holy weapon."
The leader of the clan did not shy away, "Hahaha~ Who doesn't want the power of the holy weapon? Isn't it hard for you not to want to? It's just that you can't! Hahaha~ I am different from you. I am the only one in the world who can fuse the power of the holy weapon.
existence."
The face of the Holy Lord of the Demon Clan changed slightly. It was obvious that the leader of the clan had spoken his mind. Who doesn’t want to have more powerful power? If he could fuse the power of the holy weapon, wouldn’t it be difficult for him not to want it?
Gu Wentian didn't think about this at all. He directly teased: "You old man not only steals people's things, but you also like to lie. Just now, you said you would use the holy weapon to recreate the main world. Why have you changed your mind now?"
The leader of the clan snorted coldly, "Hmph, what do you know? I can fuse the power of the sacred weapon without stopping me from reshaping the world."
Gu Wentian said calmly: "Oh, then you are still like the people in the Temple of Gods. In the process of reshaping the world, you steal some of the origin of the world. It's just that the Temple of Gods is the mantis catching cicadas. You want to be the oriole behind you.
That’s all. But it’s a pity, old man, you are destined to fail.”
"Don't compare me with those reckless men!" The leader of the clan was angry, "Those reckless men only know how to steal the origin of the world, and they are not worthy of possessing sacred weapons! I am different from them, I want to become the world
A new will! A new master! One God!"
The clan leader roared loudly. He seemed a little excited and his fighting spirit was even higher.
The Holy Lord of the Monster Race was a little confused.
But Gu Wentian just said calmly, with a hint of disgust: "Who taught you these secondary lines? They are really too old-fashioned."