The tentacles of the Ancient Xizhu are very powerful.
After a long period of sacrificial training, the tentacles of the Ancient Xizhu are no worse than the third-grade sacrificial treasures, and can almost ignore the attacks of the Great Saint Master.
The most terrifying thing is that there are tens of thousands of tentacles, like countless whips.
Once they attack, they are like countless whip-shaped sacrificial treasures, which is more terrifying than the attack of the moon blade.
Therefore, Guo Twelve did not use the moon blade to attack, and used the ancient pith to be more sharp.
He controlled the altar and crashed into the crowd.
Countless tentacles were flying in the sky, crazy shouts were heard, and dozens of people were entangled by the tentacles in an instant.
The handsome old man immediately started to let the ancient peccary devour the opponent's soul.
These people were the main force invading various low- and mid-level continents.
They were the real culprits in destroying Beifu Sect, so Guo Twelve had no scruples in killing them.
He came and went, killing hundreds of professionals in a matter of seconds.
At this moment, he was deeply dissatisfied with his abilities, and deep down he was extremely envious of Qi Wuzhen's methods.
If Qi Wuzhen was present, he could wipe out the entire city's professionals with one fire ritual.
The feeling of the Eagle Demon is very good.
Although it is not exciting enough, there are many enemies and it is very satisfying to kill.
He roared and rushed below, chasing down the professionals on the ground, preventing them from forming an organized attack.
Guo Twelve didn't care about his other companions.
Whether it was Ying Mo Luo Zhan or Nan You, they were all fighting on their own.
Fortunately, no powerful altar-level master has appeared yet, so there is no danger for the time being.
A few of them, plus Chen Tianyao, a master who had rebelled, killed the professionals in Mixia City until they were wailing.
The professionals in Michia City fought to the death, and more and more of them gathered together.
Guo Twelve drove the altar and rushed into the crowd.
Countless professionals fell, their souls extracted by the tentacles of the ancient panda, and died silently.
Everywhere he passed, there were corpses.
The battle became more and more fierce.
The professionals here left a deep impression on everyone.
They were not afraid of death, and attacked like crazy.
They tried their best to bite their opponents, and they were not afraid even if they died as a result.
This brings a lot of trouble to everyone.
At this time, Guo Twelve began to use the moon blade, and it was no longer enough to just rely on the tentacles of the ancient panda.
He cast hundreds of spells and shouted: "Scatter".
The moon blade turned into numerous small moon blades that were countless feet long.
After circling around the altar, it suddenly turned into a tornado-like array of swords.
There was a loud roar, and the tornado formed by the moon blade quickly formed in front of Guo Twelve's altar.
Guo Twelve released the spell and shouted: "Hit!"
The tornado suddenly spread and moved quickly forward.
He crashed into the crowd in an instant.
With the sound of the moon blade breaking through the air, the entire sky glowed with red light, and countless pieces of flesh and blood rose up.
As long as the professional is involved in the tornado, he will be cut into pieces by the moon blade, and a blood mist will rise.
No matter how tenacious the professionals are, when they see this tornado, they will be frightened and run away desperately.
They can't resist it at all.
This kind of brute force strangulation is very terrifying.
With Guo Twelve's control, the moon blades became smaller and smaller and more numerous, while the tornado formed by the moon blades became larger and larger, constantly breaking up the team formed by the opposing professionals.
After going back and forth several times, the professionals in Michia City almost collapsed.
Even if they dare to fight, they can't withstand this terrifying attack.
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As long as it is hit by the tornado formed by the moon blade, it will be seriously injured even if it is not dead.
Since these great saint masters could not form an effective combined attack, they became meat on the chopping board, and Guo Twelve could cut it however he wanted.
After thousands of professionals died, they finally collapsed, and some people screamed and fled outside.
At first, only a few people escaped, but after Guo Twelve went back and forth several times, the professionals in Michia City were completely desperate.
If they can cause even a little damage to the opponent, they will continue to fight, but they can't hurt the opponent anywhere.
No matter whether they fight hard or not, the result is death.
They are finally completely defeated.
Someone shouted: "Run away quickly" In less than a minute, the sky became clear.
Guo Twelve cast a spell, and the moon blades suddenly came together like a violent storm and turned into a huge moon blade.
He stretched out his hand a little, and the moon blade made a clanging sound, and immediately shrank, turning into a red light and flying back.
He opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
The Eagle Demon screamed and flew back happily.
Luo Zhan flew up from below and said, "Everyone ran away for twelve seconds.
Let's go find the old man."
Chen Tianyao also flew back and asked, "Where are we going?"
Guo Twelve glanced at it and saw countless talisman lights flashing on the horizon in the distance, which were traces of professionals escaping.
He said: "Don't worry about those professionals, they won't have time to move things when we go to the warehouse."
Chen Tianyao immediately beamed and said, "Follow me."
Regarding robbery, he had the same attitude as everyone else, that is, to be happy, and robbery is the most exciting thing.
Several people immediately flew towards the east of the city, and no professional dared to stop them along the way.
Mi Zhengfeng looked at the opponent in front of him desperately.
A master of the seven-layered altar.
The altar was very strange, with layers of black flames burning.
With his eyes, he could certainly recognize that it was a fucking soul altar.
There were more than a dozen altar-level masters hovering behind him, but his heart felt cold.
Luo Jie had no expression on his face and said calmly: "Your opponent is me."
There were bursts of fighting sounds in the distance.
Mi Zhengfeng swallowed hard.
He tried to calm down and said, "Senior, please explain to me if our Gu Mi family has offended you in any way."
Before he could finish speaking, Luo Jie waved his hand and said, "Haha, if you offend me, this is no longer an offense."
Mi Zhengfeng felt a chill in his heart and said, "Senior, please make it clear."
Luo Jie said calmly: "Since you want to know, let me tell you that when I come back from outside, I find that my family and the continent where I am are all destroyed, and not a single person can be seen.
Haha, you think this offends you enough."
Isn’t it enough for you to fucking say that this offends you?”
Mi Zhengfeng was dumbfounded.
Of course he knew that in recent decades, the Gumi family had wiped out many middle and low-level continents, but he had done a lot of investigations beforehand and found no high-level professionals.
His face turned pale.
This was a great hatred that destroyed his family and his clan and could not be resolved at all.
"What do you want?
Is it possible for us to reconcile?"
Luo Jie laughed loudly and said: "You fucking said reconciliation, since you dare to do it, then you must dare to bear the corresponding consequences, haha, we will not stop until we die."
Mi Zhengfeng looked at his companions behind him and found that it was impossible to fight with Luo Jie because the strength gap between the two sides was too big.
Soul altar professionals themselves can challenge higher levels, and their strength is much stronger than those of the same level.
The group of people under him knew that they were no match without even trying.
At this moment, he already had plans to escape.
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Luo Jie said: "Don't try to escape, you can't escape."
Before he finished speaking, an altar suddenly appeared from behind him, also burning with blazing black flames.
Qinan Mountain appeared.
Mi Zhengfeng turned around and saw that there was a soul master there.
He knew in his heart that if he didn't handle it properly this time, they would all die in Michia City.
Qi Nanshan said: "The arrangements are ready, hehe, boys, you go to our continent to show off your power, and now you can also taste our counterattack."
Mi Zhengfeng originally wanted to escape, but after seeing Qin Nanshan, he knew that he would never escape.
If Luo Jie was the only one, he would still have a sense of luck, but the appearance of Qin Nanshan completely destroyed this chance.
He took out a big breath and struggled to say: "Is there really no solution?"
He still refused to give up and tried to find a way out.
After being promoted to the fifth-level altar, he cherished his life very much and did not want to die.
Luo Jie sneered: "You are the ancestor of the Gumi family.
Destroy my continent.
You should be the decision-maker.
Do you think it is possible to solve it?"
Mi Zhengfeng and the group of altar-level masters behind him all turned pale.
How are two high-level Soul Altar professionals going to defeat each other?
The other party's pressure has already restrained them.
They can only barely activate the altar protection, and cannot even release the sacrificial treasures.
Only Mi Zhengfeng was slightly better, but he would never dare to attack first.
At this moment, Mi Zhengfeng noticed countless tiny black spots floating around, like countless tiny flying ants.
If he didn't observe carefully, he wouldn't be able to see them at all.
What is this?
Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan were not in a hurry to take action.
They were in the same mood.
How could they vent their anger without torturing them?
So they just kept oppressing each other, whether it was in terms of language or soul pressure.
At the same time, the two of them have secretly laid a trap.
Those tiny black spots, like flying ants, gradually moved closer and merged.
Mi Zhengfeng's eyes widened, and he realized that these black spots turned out to be tiny flames, and they were black flames.
There are many discerning professionals among them.
One of them shouted out loud: "Soul Fire" Countless soul fires like snowflakes floated in the air.
This was the secret trick arranged by Luo Jie and Qin Nanshan.
Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan stepped back a little distance, with a cold smile on their faces.
Mi Zhengfeng was so frightened that his face was covered with cold sweat.
He knew that he had done something stupid.
He was delaying time, and the other party was actually delaying time.
He wanted to wait for help, but he didn't expect that the other party's help arrived first and quietly arranged the soul fire.
No one dared to move.
Although the soul fire is very small, once it touches the altar, they don't know how to resist it.
Soul fire is very abnormal, this is common sense that professionals know.
They were surrounded by tiny floating soul fires.
No matter how they acted, they could not avoid touching this perverted flame.
Mi Zhengfeng gritted his teeth and said: "You let them go, I surrender, you can do whatever you want."
Although he cherished his life, at this point, he could only give in.
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He was trying to leave some blood for his family.
The eyes of Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan were even colder.
They had known for a long time that after the Gumi family invaded various continents, they killed countless professionals.
Almost all the professionals from Beifu Sect and Chenxiao Sect were slaughtered, and only a few professionals were captured, most of whom were women.
The fate of ordinary people is slightly better.
They are basically robbed and become slaves, distributed as prizes, and many are sold out.
Therefore, the two of them had no sympathy for the Gumi family.
Luo Jie sneered: "Oh, are you surrendering?"
Mi Zhengfeng gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, as long as you let them go."
A professional shouted: "Ancestor, let's fight":