212 massacre

212 massacre

The former Heihe tribe had been burned clean by a fire, and the bodies of more than 3600 people were turned into piles of ashes, and some dark bones were scattered everywhere.

The culprit is a team of 100 people, in order, like an army. Around the temporary tent, a group of practitioners who respected the soul to the soul patrolled like one by one.

It is definitely impossible for any force in the yuan continent to come up with such a lineup.

In the big tent, there are four 40-year-old practitioners sitting in turn, the strongest one, and even reaching the fourth level of the soul saint.

One-yuan mainland soulless emperor, a soul saint, can absolutely cover the sky with one hand.

Yingfei said, "Is there no news from the Changhe tribe?"

Ying Tianxing shook his head and said, "No! Where is the catalogue hidden in the collection? There is no whereabouts. I heard that this thing is a simple book. Even in the relics of old people, it has never been left, and I don't know where it is hidden.

"Is the matter of the collection of the catalogue true or false? After all, I have never heard of such a thing in the world before!"

Yingzhen said confidently, "You may not know that the secret of the return catalogue is that the plane guardian leaked to the ancestors, and it can't be wrong. I'm sure that this treasure must be near the left, but I don't know where it is hidden.

These people are the outstanding practitioners of the Ying family of the four families of the Sirius plane, and they are older than the speechless Ying who died in the hands of Mo Jian.

And from their speech, the collection catalogue was actually leaked to the Ying family by the Sirius Guardian. If the Chaos Emperor knows, he will be able to spy on the tricks in it.

"I heard that Mo Jian came from the Changhe tribe. It's not empty to think about returning to the catalogue."

"Not bad! It's incredible that Mo Jian can even kill the son of the plane. Since the Guizang Atlas is known as the mystery of the poor world, I'm afraid it's true. Mo Jian has such an achievement, and I think it has nothing to do with the catalogue of the collection.

Four people nodded together. Ying Tianxing muttered, "Brother Eleven, the news of the collection has never appeared. What are we going to do next? The ancestors ordered us to get this thing at all costs. There are many dreams at night. We have to end it before Mo Jian knows about this matter.

"Not bad! With Mo Jian's cultivation, if you encounter it, I'm afraid it's a little tricky! However, when I heard that Mo Jian had just entered the Musashi secret library of the plane college, he couldn't get out for a while!" Ying Feizhen said lightly, "Even so, our actions should be accelerated... Why don't we wash the long river tribe with blood tomorrow morning, leave those who may know the inside story and torture them severely? I don't believe they can stand the 99 punishment of my Ying family!"

Three people said in unison, "This method is very good!"

"Dogs, give me, get out, come out..."

At this time, a thunderous roar rolled from a distance and was fast approaching. When Ying Feizhen heard this, his face changed greatly and he lost his voice and said, "No, it's Mo Jian! It turned out to be Mo Jian!"

He went to the chaotic area of the plane to distinguish Mo Jian's voice.

"Mo Jian..." Shocked, the other three bounced up from their seats.

And outside the big tent, Mo Jian, who is murderous, is as easy as cutting melons and cutting vegetables in the face of these families who are not only soul master and soul cultivation. Dazhong Tianzhi and big intake claws do it together. Every time they attack, they will never fail, and screams spread everywhere. However, in the short time of ten breaths, the Ying family guarding outside the big tent all broke their legs and bones, lying on the ground and screaming.

These people's cultivation is not bad, and he will not kill them directly. It is not a waste to refine magic skills with congenital white bones and condense fragments of soul power.

When Xiaotong saw this scene in the distance, he was completely shocked to stay there.

Mo Jian exjected fire in his eyes and roared, "Why don't you four roll out and die? Ying family, I am at a powerless with you! Sooner or later, I will erase the whole Ying family from the Sirius plane!"

Boom!

Under anger, Mo Jian, a big intake claw, smashed the top of the tent, and shot wood chips for a moment. It should not be the real four people, and flew out of it in confusion.

Seeing the bad situation, Ying Feizhen shouted, "Mo Jian, you misunderstood. There is another person who destroyed your Changhe tribe!"

He has seen Mo Jian's methods in the chaotic area of the plane, hoping that he can be cheated temporarily and then escape. When you return home, you will be safe.

"Dog, how dare you argue!"

Mo Jian, who was extremely angry, rushed directly in front of Ying Feizhen. The fourth-order strong man, as if he had no power to bind a chicken, was fiercely clenched by him. He turned his white eyes, and the bones in his neck made a soft sound, which were about to be broken at any time, and his life was hanging on the line. .

"If you dare to kill me... your old concube... no one can save..." Yingfei shouted with difficulty.

"Not bad! We have left a hand for a long time and put blood on your little pupil! No one can solve it except me. Mo Jian, if you dare to be unfavorable to us, the worm will attack a year later, and you will eat the flower-like beauty clean!" Ying Tianxing roared.

"Dog! How dare you deal with my little pupil! How dare you threaten me!"

Mo Jian roared again, and his right hand suddenly loosened, turning to a heavy fist with ten strength, which was firmly bombarded in Yingzhen's chest. This is the full power of 80 million soul lines!

The unreal chest collapsed, and the sound of chest bone fracture was connected into a series. The whole person flew hundreds of meters away like a sandbag, and the blood sprayed wildly, and there was no longer any power to move.

Mo Jian's face was blood-red and roared at Ying Tianxing and other three people. He simply punched three times, three strong men who had been cultivated into soul saints and were beaten into maimed by him.

The next moment, Mo Jian jumped, jumped to Yingfeizhen, who was already dying, grabbed his head, and performed the innate white bone refining magic skills at the same time. The fourth-order cultivation of the real soul saint immediately poured into the body like a tide, and stopped in the Kungongque to condense the fragments of soul power realm.

Originally, practitioners can only condense fragments of the realm of soul power if they abandon their own cultivation. However, Mo Jian can condense with the mysterious and infinite Jiuque glazed god Ye Kun Gongque, coupled with the method of refining.

After more than a quarter of an hour, it should be a real cultivation, disappearing and become fragments of the realm of soul power. The whole person is like a pool of mud, with less air coming out and more air entering, and he can't live.

At this time, most of the people of the Changhe tribe have been sent by Cai Xiliu with Baoguangzhou. Seeing those fierce and powerful demons being killed by Mo Jian so easily, they were shocked that they could not recover.

Mo Jian had a murderous face, and the innate white bone refined the claws of magic skills and turned to Ying Tianxing.

Three hours later, 103 people in the Ying family, except for one who had died, were all condensed by him. Then, Mo Jian unfolded his claws and captured all the 120 people who were not dead on the Baoguang boat and flew to the Changhe tribe.

In front of the seventh cemetery, Mo Jian burst into tears again.

All the family fell softly in front of the tomb. These people lost their cultivation and were seriously injured. Looking at Mo Jian like death, their incomparable fear hit their hearts.

Mo Jian held a piece of black cinnamon in his hand. Everyone saw that he was gently cut with a meat palm, and the black cinnamon was quickly cut into a tombstone. He also bit his index finger and wrote on the tombstone: the tomb of Han Qide, the elder of the Changhe tribe. There is a small line below: Unfilial grandson Mo Jianli.

Every deep stroke is soaked with his blood.

This tombstone written in blood is gently inserted in front of Qigong's grave. Mo Jian's grief said, "Qi Gong, you don't even want to stand a tombstone to protect me. How can I repay you for your kindness? Today, I will kill these people first to avenge you. In the future, I will destroy the Ying family and bury you!"

The large intake claw suddenly unfolded.

A big hand like a white bone suddenly appeared, like the hand of death, suddenly falling on Yingzhen's head.

click!

The head should be unreal and directly pinched into debris by the big ingested claws!

Next, there was a scene that all the people of the Changhe tribe could not forget for the rest of their lives. Because the scene was too bloody and cruel, the adults hurriedly pulled the child behind him. The big intake claws appeared suddenly, and every time they attacked, they must pinch one of them's head into pieces!

In just five minutes, 102 people turned into 102 headless bodies.

Under their big intake claws, their skulls directly turned into piles of broken bones, piles of white brain plasma, mixed with blood, which is disgusting, and the air seems to be full of a strong smell of blood.

"Previous, who informed Ying's family that Qigong and the Changhe tribe suffered a disaster? Stand up and make your own judgment! For the sake of the friendship of the same clan, I won't embarrass you!"

Looking at these bodies for a while, Mo Jian's face was gray. No matter how many enemies he killed, Qigong couldn't come back after all. For a moment, he was full of hatred and poured it on the mole. He shouted angrily word by word, "If I can't find it, I will not pick you up in a way that is ten times more cruel than before, so that you can't live or die!" Don't be lucky. With my means, no one can hide it. If I count three times and can't come out, don't blame me for being ruthless! One...two..."

The two people in the crowd did not stand up, but took out their daggers and cut their throats without hesitation.

They are obviously afraid that they will not stick to their promises after they stand up.

"It turned out to be their two brothers..." The three elders looked at the two people with a sigh in their eyes. The two brothers have always been friendly, and somehow they have become moles who betray the tribe.

Mo Jian's cold eyes fell on the blood-retained bodies of the two, and his claws were used again, throwing their bodies in front of Qigong's grave.

Then, the people of the Changhe tribe cried again.

In this cry, there is not only sadness, but also hope.