Fang Ling appeared on the outskirts of the Chuan tribe.
At this time, the Chuan tribe was enveloped by a huge formation.
The two major clans in Miaojiang have been passed down for many years.
Their respective clan-protecting formations have been reinforced by countless generations of strong men, and their defensive capabilities are quite formidable. It is difficult for even an ordinary fairyland power to break through them.
When the elite members of the Sichuan clan came out in full force, they also launched a formation to protect the clan. They were indeed thoughtful.
But Fang Ling did not turn around and leave. The formation was not difficult for him to resolve.
I saw that my right eye turned red instantly, and the bloody eye reopened!
He used the power of blood eyes to distort the space and directly open a gap in the formation.
The purpose of blood eyes is not only to swallow other people's attacks, but also to break formations.
But he also had to pay the price for this. His bloody eyes were overwhelmed and he couldn't stop the tears of blood from flowing for a long time.
Taking advantage of the opening of the formation, he immediately entered the Chuan tribe's territory.
As soon as he entered the Chuan tribe, he looked up at the center of the tribe.
There, there is a giant tree that is a hundred feet high. This tree is extremely lush and continuously emits spiritual energy.
The Lan tribe has the Well of Creation, and the Chuan tribe has this Heavenly Spirit Tree.
Both have similar functions and can provide an excellent training environment for their respective tribes.
Otherwise, the two tribes would not have been at each other's throats for so many years, and they would never be able to tell the difference.
"Let's start!" Fang Ling twisted his neck unconsciously and groaned.
The population of the Chuan tribe is almost the same as that of the Lan tribe, both with hundreds of millions of people.
He spread his hands and completely released his poison, no longer suppressing it.
In this state, he felt more relaxed than ever before.
In the past, in order to avoid accidentally injuring others, he kept all his poison skills in a suppressed state.
After so many years, he gradually got used to it, and now he suddenly relaxed and felt more relaxed than ever before.
The poison spread, and a large number of people from the Chuan tribe were poisoned to death before they could react.
"It's a pity that the Chuan tribe is too large."
"With my current spiritual power, I am still unable to support such a wide range of the Salami world..."
Fang Ling murmured that he couldn't kill them all in this trip, so he could only kill as many as possible.
He raised the blood sword and immediately stepped forward to kill the general.
For a time, wailing sounds echoed in the Chuan tribe, and the scene was extremely cruel.
Chuan Ning did not expect that someone could sneak into their clan protection formation. There were not many shaman cultivators left in the Chuan clan at the moment.
Fang Ling was like a wolf among sheep, no one could stop him, killing the entire Chuan clan along the way.
On the Chuan clan's altar, a middle-aged man in the late Kaiyang realm sat cross-legged.
He is the left-behind elder of the Chuan tribe and the weakest elder in the tribe, Chuan Heng.
Although his combat power is the weakest, he has a special spell that can completely hide his existence.
Therefore, Fang Ling killed everyone in the Chuan clan and never noticed him.
After the accident, Kawakok immediately notified the high priest Chuan Ning who was fighting in the Lan clan.
Then it was brewing in the altar of the witch god.
It was obvious that he was very anxious, his face was red and he was sweating profusely.
Fang Ling has been killing for a long time, and the clan members do not know how many casualties there are. Every second of delay, thousands more people will die.
Suddenly, he felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"It's finally done!"
"Let you see how powerful our Chuan clan is!"
A trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and then merged with the ancient witchcraft that appeared on the altar.
In the distance, Fang Ling, who was killing, suddenly looked towards the altar.
He specifically checked the altar with his spiritual consciousness, and found that there was nothing strange. Now, such an ancient witchcraft figure appeared out of thin air.
The aura emanating from this ancient wizard made him feel afraid.
It is no longer just the Yaoguang realm, but it is far from the great masters of the fairyland such as Lan Yanchuaning.
"Probably the strength of the Tribulation Stage." He thought to himself.
At this time, the ancient wizard and magician glared at him with angry brows.
"What a bastard! How dare you run wild in our Chuan tribe."
"Today I want you to know what it means to live worse than death, and what it means to regret too late!"
"Eternal Prison Curse!" The ancient witchcraft came from a distance away from Fang Ling.
"Causation bites back!" Fang Ling didn't want to be tortured by the witchcraft anymore, so he decisively used the magic of creation.
Whether it is a spell or a magical secret, this magic can reflect it back to the caster himself.
At this moment, the eternal prison curse counterattacked with ten times the energy, and the ancient witchcraft collapsed instantly.
Chuanheng, who was integrated with this ancient witchcraft, could not die anymore.
The Eternal Prison Curse is very terrifying and can directly draw a person's soul into the eighteenth level of hell for torture.
He was backlashed by Fang Ling's magic of creation, suffered ten times the pain, and his soul collapsed.
After performing the Immortal Art of Good Fortune, Fang Ling's aura instantly withered.
Although the magic is against the heavens, it also consumes a lot of oneself.
Fortunately, his move solved this big trouble once and for all.
The rest were just small fish and shrimps. He picked up the blood sword and once again immersed himself in the endless killing...
On the other side, over the Lan tribe.
Chuan Ning and Wen Mu, the great elder of Tiandao Sect, teamed up to attack Lan Yan.
Even though Lan Yan was very powerful, she was seriously injured at this moment.
The realms of the three of them were not much different. It was too difficult for her to fight one against two.
"No, Elder Wen, I have to take people back to the tribe first."
"The elders who stayed behind informed me that an evil star broke into our tribe and started killing people."
"This person can break through the clan-protecting formation of our Sichuan clan. He must be very terrifying. Those who stay behind may not be able to stop him. I must go back immediately." Chuan Ning sent a message to Wen Mu, the great elder of Tiandao Sect.
When Wen Mu heard this, he snorted: "Confused! If we don't kill this woman now, there will be endless troubles in the future."
"If the clan is gone, it will be gone. Anyway, you are still alive. I promise to give you a bigger Sichuan clan in the future."
"Sorry, I have to go back, and I'll have to rely on Elder Wen next!" Chuan Ning didn't believe his nonsense.
More importantly, the Sichuan tribe was his life's work, and he couldn't let it go.
Furthermore, there are a lot of treasures in the Chuan clan, which are accumulated by the Chuan clan over millions of years.
If it is intercepted by the intruding evil star, it will be a big loss.
He immediately turned into a rainbow and disappeared into the sky.
Lan Yan felt a little confused when she saw Chuan Ning leaving suddenly.
But no matter what, this is a good thing. Her eyes are firm, and a cyan six-pointed star appears between her eyebrows.
"God's Enlightenment!" She shouted loudly, and an even more terrifying soul power rippled from her body.
Chuan Ning retreated temporarily, she must suppress Wen Mu as soon as possible and gain the advantage.
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On the other side, the Chuan clan.
Chuan Ning was suspended in mid-air, staring blankly at the tribe in a mess.
As far as the eyes can see, there are only white bones, which is infinitely desolate.
He roughly estimated that all the Chuan clan members seemed to be dead...
The Tianling tree located in the center of the tribe was also uprooted, leaving only a huge hole.
The treasure house under the altar was dug up three feet into the ground, and the Chuan family's millions of years of savings were all gone.
He searched everywhere and found some tribesmen who had managed to escape.
Even if these tribesmen were gathered together, their number would only number in the tens of millions.
The tribe that originally had hundreds of millions of people now only has this few people left.
"Evil thief! I, Chuan Ning, swear to crush you to ashes!"
Chuan Ning's eyes were red and he roared hysterically.