In his field of vision, Fengyun Palace and his party were facing off against thousands of remnants of the prehistoric times.
There were only a dozen people in Fengyun Palace, but they clearly had an absolute advantage. The remnants of the prehistoric era were glaring at them, their eyes about to burst into flames.
At the feet of the Fengyun Palace group, there was a pile of Yuan Yu like a hill, and there were even numerous Spirit Jade, and of course there were several corpses of survivors from the prehistoric times.
That Mo Qilang smiled with a smile on his face, pointed at Yuan Yu and said: "Is it really gone? I don't believe it. If it's just this little, then I will go on a killing spree. If it's just this little, then I will probably kill a few people."
How about individuals? One hundred? Two hundred? Forget it, you guys are not really human, so how about a thousand?"
Mo Qilang spoke very slowly. This short paragraph took a long time. Although there were some differences in the intonation of the language, it was still barely understandable.
Suddenly, the remnants cursed, and a group of men were filled with indignation. One of them, a tall man with muscles all over his body, even far surpassing Yang Ding, stood out from the crowd, holding a rusty iron sword, with red eyes, roaring and killing Mo Qilang.
Go, even the people around you can't stop you.
This man is agile and powerful. Although he has not practiced Qi, he is obviously stronger than Yang Ding.
However, not to mention Mo Qilang, even Yang Wan can easily defeat him now.
Yang Wan's strength simply couldn't deal with these people, so it was impossible to defeat the people in Fengyun Palace and rescue these remnants of the ancient times, so he could only endure.
That man could not be Mo Qilang's opponent. Mo Qilang just waved his hand, and a surging flow of true energy hit the man's chest. With a bang, the man's chest dented, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood and flew back.
It fell back to the survivors of the prehistoric times with a snap, and the iron sword in its hand fell on the river bank.
Seeing the miserable state of this man, the remnants of the ancient world were filled with despair. The most powerful warrior of their tribe was casually killed by the other party. So what hope did they have?
Mo Qilang laughed and continued: "How about it? Have you decided? Should you hand it over yourself, or should I kill you all and then search them out from your homes?"
The faces of the remnants of the ancient world were full of sorrow. They could no longer afford to die, especially the elite warriors. If all these warriors died, then they would not be able to survive in this land surrounded by monsters.
Several old people came out. They knelt in front of everyone in Fengyun Palace and told them that the sacred stones of their tribe were all here, but if everyone in Fengyun Palace still needed them, they could dig them out from the mine veins.
Mo Qilang smiled and said: "There are still mineral veins? Haha, I should have known that there are mineral veins here, otherwise why do you filthy people have so many yuan jade? And you knock it out like this? Haha, brothers
, let’s dig for Yuan Yu! Old men, lead the way! By the way, bring all the strong men in your clan with me and dig hard for me! I will kill anyone who doesn’t go!”
Several old men looked at each other in confusion, and finally reluctantly agreed. Compared to Yuan Yu, the lives of their clan members were the most important.
He called all the adult men in the upper clan and brought some tools, and a group of thousands of people were escorted away like prisoners by more than ten guys from Fengyun Palace.
Yang Wang went ashore and saw the iron sword on the river bank, so he put it in the mustard seeds and followed them from a distance.
Faced with this situation, he didn't know what to do. After all, his strength was no match for his opponent. Everything was in vain and he could only take one step at a time.
He must save the remnants of the prehistoric times, not only because he wants to view the monument here, but more importantly, because he feels that he has the responsibility to protect a weak race and maintain their right to survive.
If the people from Fengyun Palace left after digging up the Yuan Yu, Yang Wan would not conflict with them, but if they were cruel and greedy, although Yang Wan could not defeat them, he would still do anything.
In this group of people, Mo Qilang is the only one who is in the realm of Tiandan, and Yang Wan estimates that there are two to three people in the Earthly Dan realm. The others are all human elixir masters. If Yang Wan turns into an immortal body of water, his combat effectiveness will be already high.
It can reach the level of earth elixir. As long as Mo Qilang is avoided, he is still a bit of a threat to them.
However, when it comes to human elixirs, everyone has inherited magical powers, so it's hard to say if they will actually fight.
Soon we came to a mountain range. This mountain range coiled around most of the Xuanhuang tribe like a snake. The large and small Yuan Yu mineral veins were also distributed in this mountain range.
Seeing these huge treasure troves appearing before his eyes, Mo Qilang couldn't help but laugh wildly. Several fellow apprentices around him also laughed in agreement. Immediately, they loudly ordered the remnants of the prehistoric era to dig up the Yuan Yu and put it on the table.
Thousands of people walked densely into one of the mines in this mountain range, enduring the shame and waving their arms.
As for everyone in Fengyun Hall, they were guarding the mineral vein. Mo Qilang found a comfortable place to close his eyes and rest. The others punched and kicked the survivors who slowed down from time to time, and within a short time several people died.
Yang Wang endured his overwhelming anger and looked at these people coldly.
One of the Fengyun Temple disciples who killed four or five people in a row was stared at by Yang Wan. Not long after, he suddenly said hello to the brothers around him and said he had to urinate. Yang Wan turned into a small ball.
Water followed him.
Seeing that this disciple had reached a corner that no one could see, Yang Wan sneered in his heart, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
The disciple quickly shook his head and hissed. The water ball formed by Yang Wan came behind him silently like a ghost. He moved quickly, transformed into a human form, and quickly took out the iron sword he had picked up before. The next moment
In an instant, he slashed at the man's neck without any warning. He used too much force and cut off his head entirely in one go.
In order to prevent any noise from being made, he quickly caught the man's head, leaving a gush of blood.
Yang Wan was able to assassinate a master in the human elixir realm under such circumstances, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He indeed had the talent to be an assassin.
After stabilizing the disciple's body, Yang Huan dipped his iron sword in blood and wrote the words "Xuanwu Palace, Death" on the ground. Then, he placed the man's head under the word "death" and removed the iron sword from the man's body.
Stab it from the neck, all the way to the lower abdomen, leaving a hilt outside.
Yang Wan glanced coldly in the direction where everyone in Fengyun Hall was, and then quietly left.
A quarter of an hour later, another disciple who came to look for his senior brother came here. Seeing this situation, he immediately let out a scream. Mo Qilang and other disciples rushed over and fell down when they saw this miserable scene.
Take a breath of air conditioning.
One of the disciples had sharp eyes and saw the four words "Xuanwu Palace, death" at once. A thought suddenly appeared in his heart, and his face turned pale with fright, and he started to tremble when he spoke.
At this time, another disciple suddenly screamed: "Senior Brother Mo, wasn't this iron sword just in the hands of that savage tribe, that savage who didn't care about his life?"
Mo Qilang's eyes narrowed. He walked over and pulled out the iron sword from the disciple's body. The iron sword was already covered in blood and looked very scary.
"This is it." Mo Qilang said calmly.
"Why did that sword appear here? Senior Brother Liu is a master of human elixir, how could he be killed without a sound? How strong must the opponent be?"
"Killing Senior Brother Liu, is this a warning to us?"
"Why do you write the words 'Xuanwu Palace, death'? How would your opponent know that we are from Xuanwu Palace?"
"Senior brother, the palace master once said that if you leave that area, your life will be at risk..."
As soon as he said these words, all the Fengyun Hall disciples in the venue felt terrified.
Mo Qilang licked his lips, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Tell those savages to speed up their actions."