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Volume Four Chapter 511 The Formation Reappears!

Twenty thousand people against two hundred thousand people!

This is a war with huge differences between them. In the eyes of many people, it will be a crushing battle!

Even though the Black Dragon and the Crow God Tribe are both heroes of a hundred battles, facing a tribe of predators that are ten times their size, they still have little chance of winning. It seems that the only thing they can do is to do their best to kill more people.

Predator.

It seems that this is the only thing that can be done.

But... for the Black God Tribe and the Black Dragon Tribe, there is another option... that is Meng Hao, the Totem Saint Ancestor of the Black God Tribe, who controls the demon groups, recruits the demon groups, and fights many times.

The God Tribe has grown from just over a thousand people to the powerful force it is today. It can be said that in every war, Meng Hao's demon hordes play a crucial role in determining the outcome.

The 400,000 monsters, with a terrifying power that no tribe can possess, at this moment, have become the blade of fate that determines everything on this battlefield.

The roaring sound shook the sky, and the killings on both sides suddenly started in an instant. The people of the Wushen Tribe and the Black Dragon Tribe were like sharp knives. They roared and the alliance of twenty plundering tribes came into contact in the blink of an eye.

The sound of fighting immediately shook the earth and the earth. The people of the Wushen tribe were a little different from the previous battles. They seemed to be changing their positions, sometimes crossing each other, as if they were setting up formations.

The wind is whimpering, the colors of the sky and the earth are changing, the remaining clouds are rolling back, and the entire sky and earth have changed drastically at this moment!

The earth is shaking, the mountains are shaking, the roaring sound is shaking the dark sky, the purple rain is falling, and the killing is happening mercilessly on this land!

Most of the black dragons went completely crazy. Tens of thousands of tribesmen broke out in full force. For a moment, no raider tribe could stop them.

The clansmen of the Wushen tribe are filled with evil spirits and their eyes are blood red. This final battle will determine life and death. If you can't live... so what if you die!!

The only chance of life is ahead. If you can't step into the black soil, instead of losing your spiritual energy in the purple sea and withering like a mortal, it is better to burst out all the fire of life at this moment and burn it in this war, and death will be a big deal.

laugh.

The sound of roaring, the sound of spells collapsing, and the roaring of screams, at this moment, intertwined into a piece of war music. There is no other music in the world. It can have such majestic sound, and there is no other song that can have such majestic sound.

The song is shocking.

Xu Bai looked up to the sky and laughed. He rushed out. Wherever he passed, no one could beat him. Blood sprayed on his body, some of which were his own, but most of which were those of his enemies. His laughter was shrill and shrill.

Perseverance in hope, coupled with determination to fight to death if not alive.

Meng Hao looked at this scene. His mind was shaking, his blood was boiling, and his eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, his life was completely ignited by this final battle.

"Under the Mo Gate, it's like a play... and the people on the city wall are spectators of the play, while the battlefield is the inside of the play." Meng Hao looked at the more than 20 fighting tribes in front of him, hundreds of thousands of monks, densely packed together.

No boundaries can be seen, like a tide of destruction, roaring with murderous intent.

Purple rain is falling from the sky, and the rain falls on everyone without beginning or end.

"Whether it's off-screen or on-screen... it's just a battle!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He raised his right hand and waved, and immediately a group of 400,000 monsters roared and headed straight for the predator tribe ahead.

In the Predator Tribe, there were more than a hundred dragons flying out together. Under the protection of layers of mid-air, they used all their strength to control their group of 400,000 demons, and suddenly confronted Meng Hao.

At this time, all the Nascent Soul monks from the twenty raider tribes flew out together, and each one came straight towards the Black Dragon and Crow God tribes with cruel intentions.

Their speed was so fast that when the afterimage appeared, they were already approaching. The sound of killing, magical powers and spells roared. The Wu Shen and the Nascent Soul monks from the Black Dragon tribe combined, there were less than thirty people.

Compared to the twenty tribes of predator alliances, they are absolutely at a disadvantage.

But... Meng Hao's demon group was enough, and some powerful alien demons immediately joined the battle, and chaos broke out.

At this moment, the totem saints from the twenty predator tribes also rose into the sky with sharp voices. Each one looked different and exuded an amazing aura. When they rushed towards them, most of the totems of the black dragon

The Holy Ancestor also appeared, and the same was true in the Wushen tribe. There were even more Tianfang beasts roaring and fighting against each other.

This battle, just the first contact, was already shocking.

There are four Totem Saint Ancestors and more than a dozen monks in the late Nascent Soul stage. The moment the war broke out, they targeted Meng Hao and Xu Bai, especially Meng Hao, the three Totem Saint Ancestors, and seven more.

An old man in the late Nascent Soul stage came in an instant. They had already seen Meng Hao's identity and knew that as soon as Meng Hao died, the demon horde would disperse, and this battle... could be easily won.

Almost as soon as these people approached Meng Hao, Meng Hao's eyes flashed with murderous intent. When he raised his right hand, lightning immediately appeared in the blood-colored mask. In an instant, the soul of the ancestor of the Li family was released by Meng Hao.

As soon as this soul came out, there was a thunderous red light. With the Li family ancestor as the center, endless thunder and lightning rolled in all directions. In an instant, the area of ​​several hundred feet was turned into a thunder pool.

When the lightning roared, the seven Nascent Soul elders and the four Totem Saint Ancestors who wanted to kill Meng Hao couldn't help but tremble. This was not an ordinary thunder. This was the catastrophe absorbed by the ancestors of the Li family as thunder souls.

of thunder.

When the roar reverberated, at the moment when their bodies paused, Meng Hao turned into blue smoke, condensed into the black moon, and quickly moved away, heading straight for the monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul in the raider tribe, so fast that they could not blink in the blink of an eye.

As he approached, the magic gun in his hand buzzed out, the magic mist rolled, and countless faces rushed out ferociously.

The shrill screams swirled around, and Meng Hao's magic spear directly penetrated the chest of a monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. The mist drowned him, and as the ferocious face swallowed him up, Meng Hao's figure disappeared again.

The roar came out, and the seven late Nascent Soul elders who were chasing Meng Hao, as well as the four Totem Saint Ancestors, came galloping towards him.

The moment they approached again, the blood-colored face around Meng Hao immediately transformed. The Blood Immortal's magical power unfolded, and the roar echoed. When the blood rained into the sky, the two sides touched for the first time. Meng Hao's whole body shook and spurted out blood. When his body quickly retreated, he sprayed out again.

Blood gushed out, and several people on the other side also froze, their faces a little pale, but they soon started chasing after them again.

Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His body turned into green smoke, and there was a flash of blood. When he appeared, he appeared behind a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. He made a fist with his right hand. When he punched down, there was a bang.

Xiu Xiu's whole body was shaken violently, and all the defensive treasures collapsed. Meng Hao directly penetrated his body and shattered the Nascent Soul.

"Meng Hao!! How dare you fight with us!!" The seven old men in the late Nascent Soul stage who were chasing Meng Hao immediately roared, with murderous intent in their eyes.

"Meng is not an idiot. Seven of you Nascent Souls in the late stage are fighting against me alone, and you still ask me if I dare to fight? You people, stop Meng first." Meng Hao's eyes flashed imperceptibly,

With a hint of contempt, when he spoke slowly, his body flashed with blood again and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time as he disappeared, two other totem saints appeared in an instant and bombarded the place where Meng Hao had disappeared. Seeing Meng Hao escape, the two totem saints who had joined the battle immediately chased after him.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Hao was constantly wandering around the battlefield, avoiding murderous attempts again and again. Although he was touched a few times, he spurted out blood every time. But as he swallowed the pill,

His speed didn't slow down at all.

Anyone in the early stage of Nascent Soul who is alone and is seen by Meng Hao will definitely die.

Slowly, more late-stage Nascent Soul monks joined the team chasing Meng Hao. At this moment, there were nineteen late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, as well as nine Totem Saint Ancestors, coming straight towards Meng Hao from all directions, and even

Further away, there are some peak experts who also come with murderous intent.

The corner of Meng Hao's mouth still showed contempt. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared again. When he appeared, he was next to a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul in the tribe of predators. The monk's expression changed drastically. Just when he was about to flash, Meng Hao raised his right hand.

He waved, and immediately the three-tailed flags blasted out, sweeping up the person and flying away in an instant.

When released, it falls apart!

Under Meng Hao's provocation, especially his group of 400,000 monsters, which had a great impact on the entire battlefield, more and more cultivators came to kill Meng Hao.

Similarly, because most of the peak combat power was attracted to Meng Hao's place, the pressure on the Crow God Tribe and the Black Dragon Tribe was suddenly reduced a lot. In just the contact just now, the two tribes lost more than 30%, and even some Yuan Yuan.

Elder Ying died.

But the price paid by the Predator Alliance was the death of nearly 30,000 tribesmen.

Moreover, the signs of the formation of the people of the Wushen tribe are becoming more and more obvious at this moment, and there is even a faint mist between them!

"Meng Hao, could it be that you just can't escape? You can kill our tribesmen. If you continue to run away like this, then we will take action and kill the ordinary tribesmen of your Wushen tribe!"

"That's right, we can also kill like this!" When the voice came from the mouths of the monks who were chasing Meng Hao, Meng Hao ignored it and continued to gallop, his figure flickering.

At this moment, on the wall of Momen City, the Heavenly Alliance and most of the cultivators who watched this scene started laughing and chatting.

"This person who can control a group of 400,000 monsters is a talented person. Unfortunately, trying to control them all with one person is extremely stupid."

"This man will die soon."

During these discussions, Luo Chong clenched his fists. He was very complicated about Meng Hao...

Duolan frowned and remained silent. Next to him, Zhang Wenzu always had a smile on his face, as if everyone in the battlefield below was just an ant in his eyes.

But in the Predator Alliance, those late Nascent Soul masters who were chasing Meng Hao saw that Meng Hao ignored them. In anger, they prepared to disperse and kill the ordinary people of the Wushen tribe, forcing Meng Hao to fight with them.

The moment of battle.

The more than 7,000 remaining members of the Wushen tribe finally completed their formation. They stopped killing one by one and began to run. As they ran, the mist suddenly rose and rolled rumblingly in all directions.

At this moment, the parrot rushed out, flying in the air, looking arrogant and proud, and roaring loudly.

"Come on, come on, let's recite it with Mr. Wu..."
Chapter completed!
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