I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

In the end, the cultivators of the five tribes left the Small Remnant Realm together.

Although on the surface no one is willing to pay attention to the Spirit Wood Clan and the Hundred Grass Spirit Clan.

But at least there was no more tit-for-tat.

The cultivators from the five tribes returned to their respective spirit boats.

The cultivator of the Spirit Wood Clan first mentioned the Shadow Clan matter in a roundabout way, and then promised in public, "For the next fifty years, neither my clan nor the Baicao Spirit Clan will participate in the mining of spirit stone mines."

This result is neither serious nor not serious.

Ning Ruan felt that, at least in private, the Lingmu tribe must have made compensation.

Otherwise, even if they are the Psylocke Clan, they will never give up.

The Baicao Spirit Clan has always followed the lead of the Lingmu Clan and can only agree with them.

After the two tribes withdrew from the competition, the Eclipse Wolf Tribe's strongman reluctantly said, "In this competition, the human race has the most cultivators left, so they should be the leader."

"My clan is second, and the Psionic Butterfly clan is last."

Normally, there are only three races ranked in order. Once the first two are mentioned, there is no need to mention the last one.

But the strong men of the Eclipse Wolf Clan not only mentioned it, but also mentioned it particularly loudly.

He didn't care at all about the ugly expressions of the Spirit Butterfly cultivators.

Ning Ruan ignored the confrontation between the five tribes.

She was staring at several soldiers wearing black armor from the Eastern Qin Dynasty on the spirit boat. After a long while, one of them smiled at her with a gentle and helpless smile, "Junior Sister."

"Why have you become different people again?" She twitched her lips and sent a voice message.

I was on the run before and didn't have time to talk about it in detail. I just mentioned it briefly. Now it's okay. Luo Yue sighed and said, "This is the effect of the water in the Wuxiang Pool. It will take another two or three months to recover."

Ning Ruan: "..."

“Do you still have this thing?”

Luo Yue was silent, and the voice of the voice transmission was a little complicated, "No more, Junior Sister, this is not a good thing."

The effect of the medicine has not worn off yet, and now it is a luxury for them to even hope to restore their original appearance.

But it was also a coincidence. At least at this moment, it was the function of the water in the Wuxiang Pool that allowed him to blend into the human race.

Ning Ruan nodded regretfully and was about to ask again when her eyes suddenly turned to the right.

With the help of spiritual sense, one can see that there are several spiritual boats which are not very large but extremely fast, coming towards this side at a high speed.

The strong men from the five tribes naturally noticed it as well.

They all showed cautious expressions and stopped discussing the issue of the spirit stone mine.

The Shadow Clan is here!

In just a moment, the spirit boat was already in front of them.

As soon as the strong men of the Shadow Clan appeared, a powerful pressure swept over them.

The flying spiritual instruments used by the five tribes began to shake.

The situation was not restored to its original state until the monks of various races took control.

"Do you know why I am here? Where are the monks of my clan? Are they still in that world?"

Wang He glanced coldly at everyone, especially those who stayed the longest with the Lingmu Clan.

Although they had already decided to form an alliance among the five tribes on this matter, when they really faced the Shadow Tribe, the cultivators of the Spirit Wood Tribe could not help but tremble with fear.

Finally, the one with the strongest cultivation level stood up, with a look of sorrow on his face:

"My fellow Taoists from the Shadow Clan... they... they fought with... with the remnants of the Panxi Clan in order to recover the immortal weapon, and in the end, they all... died."

Recovering the immortal weapon, fighting... Ning Ruan wanted to laugh when she heard it.

With such good use of words, it would be a shame if you didn’t write a paper.

Quiet.

It was so quiet that it seemed as if there was no living thing in the entire boundless realm.

After a while, the cold and silent atmosphere was broken by a bone-chilling question.

"What did you say?"

The terrifying pressure from Wang He spread over the Lingmu Clan like an overwhelming force.

If before it was just to give a warning to the five tribes, now he is really angry.

The powerful members of the Lingmu tribe resisted with great difficulty.

It was barely able to keep the flying spiritual weapon from being overturned on the spot.

"What he said is true." On the human side, the instructor of Tianyuan Academy stood up and waved his hand, and dozens of Shadow Clan corpses flew out.

Wang He frowned and put the corpse back onto the spirit boat.

His already ugly expression became even gloomier after he scanned the corpse with his spiritual sense.

There seemed to be a tremendous anger surging.

"This is... Elder Wang Xuan? How could he also..."

"The injuries on their bodies were definitely caused by the Panxi tribe, and Elder Wang Xuan was bled to death!"

On the Shadow Clan side, almost all the cultivators were furious.

I can't wait to kill the murderer and take revenge.

Wang He took a deep breath, glanced at the corpses carefully again, and looked towards the Lingmu tribe again with murderous eyes.

"Where are the Panxi tribe?"

"There is also a magical weapon...where is it?"

The problem is familiar.

The cultivators of the Lingmu clan vaguely remembered that this was how they questioned Ning Ruan when they arrived at the Blood River before.

Now, the Shadow Clan also questioned them.

"The Panxi Clan... has already escaped. After killing all the fellow Taoists from the Shadow Clan, he fled without a trace."

"The immortal weapon was also taken away by him."

Wang He still stared at him, emotions surging in his eyes, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Did you see him take the immortal weapon with your own eyes?"

The strong men of the Lingmu tribe were silent, their eyes looking in the direction of the human race.

He moved his lips with difficulty, "This matter..."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Seeing him hesitating and stealing glances at the human race, Wang He had no idea.

The target of questioning immediately turned to the human race.

To the Shadow Clan, the Human Clan and the Spirit Wood Clan are all the same.

At most, the human race is slightly special.

But no matter how special it is, it is not an existence that can rival the Shadow Clan.

The instructor of Tianyuan College stood up and said in a resounding voice: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

Wang He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of coldness, "Then why weren't you the ones who died?"

Ning Ruan blinked and couldn't help wanting to speak, but before she opened her mouth, she found that she had been manually muted.

When I turned around, I was met with a smile from Teacher Duan.

Ning Ruan: "..."

Teacher Duan breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he acted in time.

If someone really opens his mouth, I'm afraid a fight will inevitably break out.

He is not afraid to draw his sword, and he is not afraid to use his sword against the Shadow Clan, but he is a swordsman, he is not a mean person.

The instructor of Tianyuan College thought for a moment and then said in a serious tone: "Perhaps, he didn't attack us because we have no interest in the immortal weapon."

Bullshit, they are clearly seeking revenge, what revenge can they seek if the Shadow Clan is not dead? Ying Bei opened his mouth subconsciously, but could not utter a single word.

The two poor people who were silenced looked at each other, and it seemed that they could understand the dirty words in each other's eyes.

Wang He's aura was so powerful that no one knew whether he believed it or not.

Knowing that the human race does not want to involve the geniuses of the tribe, the Lingmu tribe certainly will not suddenly go and say something and cause trouble for no reason.

After a moment of silence.

Wang He suddenly asked in a deep voice: "Where is our disciple Wang Jiujiu? Is he still alive?"