Chapter 3239 Soul of Race 0

"Brother..."

"Don't say it, there is no race in the face of catastrophe. Look at these seniors, they are one race? But they are doing one thing, isn't that enough for you to be vigilant? We are wrong, we are wrong, change now You still have time."

Hai Fenglang took a look at the souls of the Bai people who were rushing forward, moved in his eyes, nodded heavily and said:

"Brother, I understand! Farewell!"

The sea wind and waves parted the water and disappeared in an instant. Haihong looked at the soul of the Hundred Clans and said:

"Seniors, stop dedicating your souls, let the seniors get out of the way, let's come."

The leader of the souls of the Hundred Clans glanced at the crack in the catastrophe. Sixty percent of the souls of the Hundred Clans had disappeared. A look of sadness appeared on his not solid face. He opened his mouth and let out a roar.

"retreat!"

One by one, the souls retreated to the rear, and the two sea clan saint-level great monks rushed to the front, and the holy-level immortal formula surged out, strangling the chaotic beasts one by one.

Right now, after losing the seal of the follow-up souls of hundreds of clans, the crack in the catastrophe is gradually expanding, and more chaotic beasts rush out from it, but the immortal formula of the two holy monks can still cover all the cracks, The Chaos Beast gushed out and strangled.

within the entire sea area.

From all directions, there are densely packed Sea Clans swimming towards here. They have seen the catastrophe crack above the land, and they know that there is also a catastrophe crack in the territory of the Sea Clan, and the war of the Sea Clan has begun.

The sky above the Ninth Immortal City.

Xu Ziyan and other holy monks stood in the clouds and looked towards the direction of the Black Sea.

"What happened there?" The Palace Master of Tiangong frowned slightly.

"Looking at the momentum, it doesn't look like a catastrophe crack!" The Lord of the Holy Land also said.

However, the faces of Xu Ziyan and others changed. They knew that there was a sealed catastrophe crack there, guarded by a group of souls from hundreds of races.

A crack appeared in the sky, and a figure emerged from the crack. Xu Ziyan and other monks stared at him, and they naturally recognized him as Hai Fenglang, a holy monk of the sea clan.

"Leader Xu!" The sea wind and waves flew in front of Xu Ziyan. First, he gave a deep salute to Xu Ziyan and said: "Our sea clan is wrong!",

Xu Ziyan naturally knew why the other party apologized, but it was also because of the other party's apology that made her feel uneasy.

"But... a catastrophe crack appeared in the Black Sea Trench?"

There is no surprise in Xu Ziyan's reaction to Hai Fenglang, from the soul leader of the hundred clans who told him to come to Xu Ziyan. It is known that Xu Ziyan and the souls of those hundreds of races know each other. Immediately nodded and said:

"Yes!"

Then he quickly told aside what he knew. Although he didn't know much and spoke quickly, the holy monks present seemed to have seen the tragic scene of rushing forward without hesitation. The blood in the individual is boiling.

"This is the real Hundred Clans!" Yaozu's eyes turned red.

Original. Yao Wang, Jin Xing, Mu Suifeng, Shui Jingbo, Zhu Ronglie, and Shi Zhong glanced at each other. They are all members of a hundred clans, and they all came from that era. At this moment, their feeling is stronger than anyone else. There was also pride on his face.

After all, the Hundred Clans has a group of monks who did not embarrass the Hundred Clans! Even if they only have their souls left.

"Walk!"

The saints couldn't wait any longer, Xu Ziyan gave an order, and they traveled through the space one after another.

black sea!

Inside the trench.

The catastrophe rift has been fully opened. The densely packed Chaos Beast rushed out, but was strangled to death by two holy monks of the Sea Clan. Behind the two of them, there was a group of soul bodies floating, their eyes showed loss, they lost their bodies, only had the power of souls, and not even 10% of their strength was left.

"Wow..."

sea ​​water parted,

Figures appeared in front of the crack in the catastrophe.

"Senior!" Xu Ziyan flew to the soul leader of the hundred clans.

"You're here!" the soul looked at Xu Ziyan and said.

"Leave it to us!" Xu Ziyan said in a condensed voice.

"En!" The soul leader nodded slightly.

As soon as Xu Ziyan waved his hand, holy monks rushed out one by one, and the sea storm also rushed to the catastrophe crack. I saw a helper coming. Haihong retreated back, came to Xu Ziyan and cupped his hands:

"Thank you!"

Xu Ziyan stared at the crack of the catastrophe, and saw that the strength of the chaotic beast pouring in from the crack of the catastrophe was still very low, so he relaxed a little and said:

"You're welcome. This is something common to our entire fairy world. There is no racial distinction in front of the catastrophe. Just look at the souls of these hundreds of races."

"Yes, Haihong is ashamed!" Haihong's face showed a color of shame: "I also ask the leader Xu to give instructions on how to deal with this catastrophic crack."

Xu Ziyan pondered for a while and said: "You sea clan are not very suitable for land combat, especially the low-cultivation sea clan monks. This catastrophe crack will be handed over to you sea clan. Of course, if the strength of the chaotic beast here increases to a certain level , we will definitely come for reinforcements. But..."

Xu Ziyan said this. He sighed softly and said, "You should also know that we are only working hard, and may not always be able to stop the invasion of Chaos Beasts and extraterrestrial demons."

"Understood!" Hai Hong said solemnly, and then said with a look of pleading in her eyes: "Master Xu, can you set up a big formation for our Hai Clan, just one."

"Well!" Xu Ziyan nodded simply: "You provide the materials."

"Of course!",

There is gratitude in Haihong's eyes. At this moment, he feels Xu Ziyan's selflessness in his heart. He has been afraid to join Xu Ziyan's alliance because he is afraid of being treated as cannon fodder by Xu Ziyan, but now he feels ashamed in his heart.

"I'm building a teleportation array in your Sea Clan Palace, leading directly to the Taixu Sect. When it becomes impossible to resist, you can choose a part of the Sea Clan to enter the Taixu Sect."

"Thank you so much!" Haihong is completely convinced by Xu Ziyan at this time.

"It's no problem to leave it to you Sea Clan for the time being!"

"No problem!" Hai Hong puffed out her chest, "Leader, don't worry."

"Okay!" Xu Ziyan nodded, and then turned his eyes to the soul leader of the hundred clans, but saw that the soul leader of the hundred clans was in Heyuan, Yaowang, Jinxing, Mu Suifeng, and Shui Jingbo. Zhu Ronglie and Shi Chong chatted enthusiastically.

"Do you know each other?" Xu Ziyan came to several monks and asked curiously.

"Of course I know!" Yuan Han said with a smile: "He is the fifth elder of the Celestial Clan, Yang Mantian. I didn't expect that he only has a soul left now."

"Senior Yang!" Xu Ziyan said with admiration: "What are your plans for the future?"

"What else can we plan?" Yang Mantian glanced at the catastrophe crack and said, "Let's dedicate our last strength."

The expression on Xu Ziyan's face is more admiration, and Haihong's face is more ashamed. Xu Ziyan pondered for a while and said:

"Senior Yang, you don't need to do this for the time being. Leave the catastrophe to us, you guys rest first."

Yang Mantian sighed, and said slowly: "I just heard that the Hundred Clans have appeared, how is the Hundred Clans now?"

Xu Ziyan told the matter realistically at the moment, and Yang Mantian's face showed anger.

"What are the Hundred Clans trying to do? Don't you know how to learn the lesson?"

Xu Ziyan can only smile bitterly. After cursing for a while, Yang Mantian said to Xu Ziyan:

"Fellow Daoist Xu please send our souls back to the Hundred Clans! We should still have some influence over the Hundred Clans."

Xu Ziyan was overjoyed. If the souls of Yang Mantian had enough influence on the hundreds of clans, then the whole fairy world would unite, which would play a vital role in resisting the catastrophe.

"it is good!"

Xu Ziyan nodded, looking at those soul bodies, her expression was dark, she didn't expect that there were less than one million soul bodies left now, but she had more than 100 million soul bodies at the beginning.

"How could the loss be so severe?"

Yang Mantian looked secretly and said: "Actually, this catastrophe crack appeared a long time ago, but the crack that appeared ten years ago was very small. We have been sealing it continuously, so... we are suffering continuous casualties. In the biggest incident just now Before the explosion, there were only a few million of our soul bodies left. More than 60% of us fell in a flash, so..."

"Ugh……"

Xu Ziyan sighed for a long time, took out a space fairy artifact and sacrificed it to the sky and said:

"Senior, come in. I will take you to the Taixu Sect first, and then separate you according to race, and let us holy monks send you back to the Hundred Clans."

Yang Mantian nodded, with a complicated look on his face, and he couldn't tell what it was like. Greeting those souls. Fly towards the space fairy that Xu Ziyan sacrificed. The moment each soul body flew into the space fairy, they all looked back at the catastrophe crack, which is where they stick to.

"Let's go!"

Xu Ziyan put away the space fairy and said goodbye to Haihong. Haihong also said that when the monks of the sea tribe arrived, he would go to Taixuzong to look for Xu Ziyan.

Taixuzong.

Xu Ziyan took out ten fairy artifacts, which were brought by ten holy monks, and began to send those soul bodies in batches. Xu Ziyan personally took a space fairy that contained the soul body of a monk of the heavenly clan and broke through the air.

Celestial Clan Land.

Xu Ziyan's figure fell in front of the gate, standing with his hands behind his back. Xu Ziyan is very familiar with the monks of the Tianzu. When Xu Ziyan helped the Tianzu repair the altar. They have all seen Xu Ziyan.

but……

Seeing Xu Ziyan at this catastrophe, the monks of the Celestial Clan are still a little nervous, because they don't know what Xu Ziyan's purpose is here?

"Senior Xu!" A monk from the Celestial Clan came to Xu Ziyan and bowed to salute.

"Is Patriarch Yang here?"

"Back to the seniors, the patriarch is not here, he is in the fourth fairy city of the hundred clans."

"Who is in charge in the clan now?"

"Eight elders!"

Xu Ziyan thought about it, but couldn't remember who the eighth elder was, so he said lightly: "Inform him, just say that Xu Ziyan is visiting."