"Escape from the Sunset Islands quickly!"

Ke Yu, the elder of the Heiyi tribe, saw Jiang An rushing over with the Black Witch Cult, his face suddenly changed.

Istan and Fiennes of the three major ghost tribes, and giant ghost warriors who evolved from the soul altar, were caught by two old dragons, and Fiennes, who stood on the ghost's head, were listless and a wisp of black air was lost in his eyes.

The black gas seemed to be their souls.

"Luz is here!"

Istan of the Earth Ghost Clan was also panicked when he saw a strong mass of demonic energy coming in a mighty way.

Barrett and Calvert had a huge advantage over them. The reason why they persisted was that they saw that the first witch insect was a huge variable.

——They hope that the first witch insect can control the situation.

After the first witch insect was banned by Qin Lie, the Black Witch Cult turned against him and Luz was liberated.

This has led to the sudden and extremely unequal combat power of both sides!

Istan realized that the battle had been defeated.

Fiennes of the Qing Ghost Clan had a tacit understanding with him. As soon as he saw his eyes change, Fiennes guessed what he thought.

The two old ghosts exchanged a look, and their bodies suddenly sank into the giant ghost warrior's body, and disappeared in an instant.

The two giant ghost warriors who had become many times bigger, their huge bodies contracted at an astonishing speed, and they reconstituted into the ghost soul altar in a short period of time.

The soul altar that has returned to its original appearance is suspended near Barrett and Calvert's 1,000-meter dragon body, and looks extremely inconspicuous.

Before Barret could react, the two ghost soul altars flew to the east quickly.

The eastern sky. Where a group of Tiangui tribe members gathered. The space highlights fine cracks.

The cracks kept tearing. A narrow space gap was soon formed, and the figure of the Tiangui Clan Bhuto quietly emerged from the crack.

"Retract the void turbulence!"

The Tiangui Clan, the Earth Gui Clan and the Qinggui Clan members who were scattered from all sides all used the secret techniques of the ghost clan when they heard the roar of retreat.

Many ghost tribe members, like ghost lights and shadows, flew into the gaps in space.

"Peng!"

In the air, scarlet blood rain fell, mixed with broken limbs and bones.

"The ghost tribe is running away from self-mutilation!" Barret yelled angrily.

At this moment, Duan Qianjie, who was fighting against a third-level soul master in the Dongyi people, had a cold and cold light in his eyes.

Duan Qianjie, whose silver hair was shawl, suddenly flew with his long hair, and shiny silver hair threads pierced into the crystal surface of the space like steel needles.

Everyone clearly saw that a stunning fire was sputtering from his hair.

A strange artistic conception field that confines space and makes the void still, envelops the sky in all directions with him as the center.

The space gap torn apart by the powerful Tiangui clan. As Duan Qianjie's artistic conception was covered, it healed little by little.

In the gap in the space, Bhutto's face was twisted and deformed, as if it was whistling wildly.

One by one, the figures of the Tiangui clan members exploded and shattered behind Bhutto.

The blood sputtered on Bhutto, turning Bhutto into a bloody man, his eyes filled with endless anger.

After he was hit by the "Heaven Blood Divine Light", his bloodline power melted and he could no longer use the bloodline talents of the Heavenly Ghost Clan.

The space gap that highlighted was ripped apart by the help of the blood of many tribes behind him.

Duan Qianjie's spatial stillness power hindered the cracks in the space, forcing him to activate all the power in the bloodline of the clan, causing the clan members to die violently.

The tragic deaths of a large number of tribe members made Bhutto take Duan Qianjie’s hatred into his bones and remember Duan Qianjie’s appearance in the depths of his soul.

"In the future, when I recover as before, I will slaughter all the human race in the riot land, and no chickens and dogs will be left behind!"

In the gradually healing gap in the space, Bhutto, whose face was covered in blood, emitted a shrill curse like devil's crying.

All the human warriors who heard him roar were cold and looked at the blood shadow of Bhutto behind the gap.

"Bang!"

Behind Bhutto, more Tiangui tribe members burst into blood rain, as if helping him to increase his ferociousness.

"Puchi!"

Duan Qianjie spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his long silver hair suddenly turned gray and white.

"Kill as many members of the Ghost Clan as possible!" Qin Lie shouted violently.

Suddenly, all the warriors of all forces who were still chasing the Dongyi people abandoned the Dongyi people and targeted the ghost clan members who were trying to leave with secret escape techniques.

"Try to block the cracked space gap! Don't let the members of the Three Ghosts escape again!" Xu Ran from the Nirvana Sect shouted.

"Who has space spiritual weapons! Who has space spiritual weapons?!" Jiang Zhuzhe also shouted loudly.

"Space Spiritual Artifact..." Qin Lie was stunned.

He suddenly remembered the Jingtian Mirror he got from Ji Qi.

Deep in the turbulent flow in the void, he once relied on the spirit of Xuhun to rush around in the distorted and chaotic violent space.

Ji Qi took out the Jingtian Mirror, sorted out the rules of the chaotic space in the void, and restored everything to normal order, such as derive a new space...

The release of the Jingtian Mirror caused the Void Spirit to be unable to use the ubiquitous storm vortex, which almost caused him to be severely injured.

This made him impressed by the strange wonder of Jing Tianjing.

At this time, seeing Duan Qianjie alone as his power seemed to be unable to compete with the power of many Tiangui tribes, and no one could turn the situation around.

"Hope it will be useful..."

He subconsciously threw out the Jingtian Mirror.

A brilliant bronze mirror rose from the direction he was, and quickly leaned towards the place where the ghosts gathered.

As soon as the mirror of the jingtian was released, the mysterious power that restored the rules of space to its original primitive was quietly released.

When this mirror was still far from the gap in the space, the space that was forcibly torn apart by the Tiangui tribe suddenly became violently turbulent.

In just a moment, Bhutto, whose body was covered in blood, suddenly exploded.

Everyone saw a wisp of remnant soul flying out of Bhutto's body.

"Great Sage!"

Inside and outside the space gap, many members of the Tiangui tribe all screamed in pain.

The cracked space gap was healed again in an instant.

Except for Istan and Fiennes, the remaining three ghost tribesmen rushed over and rushed in vain.

Nearly a thousand people from the three major ghost tribes, with broken limbs and broken arms, covered in blood, standing in despair in the air where there should be a gap in space.

The warriors of major silver-level forces surrounded the area with murderous aura.

The sound of spiritual weapons cutting off bones and the creepy screams of the ghost tribe members immediately came from that area.

The powerful human races from all sides who hated the three major ghost clans to their bones did not have any mercy. They killed all the remaining ghost clans who had not escaped back to the turbulence of the void.

The warriors of the three major tribes of the Dongyi people took this opportunity to escape to the east like a dog that was stranded.

Among them, a warrior wearing black men's clothes and looking clearly different from the black men, frequently turned around.

"That thing... is the Ji family's Jing Tianjing?" A middle-aged warrior with a short beard flashed with a strange light in his eyes and said in a low voice.

"It is definitely the Jingtian Mirror held by Ji Qi!" Another person said with great affirmation, "Only the Jingtian Mirror released, it can restore the original appearance of the space rules and forcefully heal the gaps in the space torn from here! Jingtian Mirror has been in Ji Qi's hands. Ji Qi was buried in the void together with the broken realm young people in the golden-level forces in the Central World all parties!"

"No one of the talents who entered there, looked for the secret realm of the gods, and searched for the journey of the gods' escape back then, could come back alive." The middle-aged warrior with a short bearded face, "No one knows what happened in it, even those ancient strong tribes were very taboo, and it seemed to be in vain. Ji Qi died in it, and his Jingtian Mirror must be there too. Qin Lie has taken out the Jingtian Mirror, and he must have been there!"

"He was originally dragged into the void by the Heavenly Ghost Clan!" The man said in surprise.

"Even if he was not killed by him, he would never be able to escape the relationship!" The short-bearded warrior snorted coldly.

"It should be so!"

"I'll report the news to the higher authorities in a while!"

"With the blood of the gods, he is just called Qin Lie. It's certain... he is Qin Hao's son! He is the boy from three hundred years ago!"

"We can go back and hand in the job to Miss Han Qian."

"Um."

Several people whispered and ran away in the chaos, but soon disappeared without a trace.

The warriors of silver-level forces from all sides who were busy killing the ghost clan were not in a hurry because they knew where the Dongyi people's nest was.

They did not rush to chase the Dongyi people.

Qin Lie, who released the Jingtian Mirror, saw that the gaps in the space healed, warriors from all sides began to massacre the ghost tribe. He felt a little relieved and rushed to Duan Qianjie.

"Uncle Duan, are you okay?" he shouted from afar.

Duan Qianjie's silver hair turned gray and white in just a moment.

After Qin Lie came over, he saw that the long hair that was pierced into the depths of the space burst into ashes one after another.
To be continued...