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Lu roared when he saw the injustice. Mo Wen thought for a moment and found that he didn't seem to have that high level of consciousness yet. However, since that Hu Luben was a member of the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, and he happened to meet him, it was nothing if he could save his life.

He thought that there were only seventy-two tribal alliances in the ancient wasteland of the Xueying Tribe, but it turned out that there were other tribes. Moreover, this Xue Ying tribe does not seem to be simple, and it seems that they are not afraid of Hu Lunbo's background at all.

"Your Excellency, you are from the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance"

Master Wu Jie said solemnly, when did such a master appear in the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance? He found that it became increasingly difficult to see through this young man's cultivation, but he was definitely not inferior to a monk in the middle stage of Taixuan, or even Ordinary monks in the middle Taixuan period would not be able to kill Mu Yue Thirteenth Master's direct descendant Fujin in such a short period of time.

"What do you think?" Mo Wen said calmly.

The Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear in his hand has been raised again, and with a flash of lightning, he attacks Master Wu Jie. He likes to be direct and does not like nonsense.

Master Wu Jie exuded a dark aura, and his body seemed to be insubstantial. He kept changing positions, as if trying to avoid Mo Wen's spear.

However, the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear followed him like a shadow. No matter how he tried to dodge, he could not escape the lock of the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear.

噗

Master Wu Jie was directly knocked away by a spear, and blood flew everywhere. Even with his peak cultivation in the early stage of Taixuan Realm, he could not block Mo Wen's blow.

Mo Wen killed four to five hundred wild ancient beasts from the Taixuan Realm in Shangyang Territory. One can imagine how murderous and vicious the Heavenly Snake Divine Spear in his hand was.

"withdraw"

Master Wu Jie gave a low shout, turned into a black shadow, turned around and ran away. He didn't dare to look at Mo Wen before leaving, with a look of fear on his face.

Shabai had long wanted to escape, and even before Master Wu Jie, he turned into a ray of light and fled towards the horizon.

"Godly Thunderstorm"

Mo Wen flew into the sky, the Heavenly Snake Divine Spear in his hand formed a 360° circle, thunder roared, and the whole world went dark.

The next moment, the sky was filled with dark clouds. The thunder and lightning snake raged in the dark clouds, covering thousands of miles around. A terrifying coercion crushed down from the sky, and thunder fell one after another. Like thunder and rain.

bang

A huge phantom of a lightning spear tore through the dark clouds, protruded from the sky, and hit Chabai's escape light with incomparable accuracy. The terrifying crushing force rolled down. Chabai only resisted for a moment and was completely destroyed. The flying ashes are annihilated. Not even the soul escaped.

On the other side, the thunderbolts gathered more and more, turning into a huge thunder and lightning cage, trapping Master Wu Jie's escaping light.

Master Wu Jie was worthy of being a cultivator at the peak of the Taixuan period. He was far stronger than Mu Yue and Cha Bai. Black light burst out from his body, shattering the cages formed by thunder and rain. However, the thunder and rain are endless, and the cages are endlessly formed, layer after layer. Greatly reduced Master Wu Jie's escape speed.

Mo Wen stepped on the void and walked step by step, like a king in the thunder and lightning. Thunder God Rain is the first of the five Thunder God moves. It is extremely powerful, and its pure attack effect is even higher than that of Star Glory.

The shadow of a thunder spear emerged from the dark clouds again and slammed into Master Wu Jie.

"No"

Master Wu Jie screamed in panic. Na Shabai could only hold on for one breath before he was annihilated. No matter how confident he was, he knew that he couldn't withstand a few more blows.

boom

There was a loud noise, and Master Wu Jie was frightened. It actually self-destructed, and the terrifying impact exploded the huge thunder spear. A black light flew out from the thunder and lightning in the sky, and fled outside in panic.

"Humph"

Mo Wen snorted coldly. The monks who can cultivate to the Taixuan Realm are indeed fierce and decisive characters. Once they can't do anything, they will immediately self-destruct and seek the last way to survive through the bloody life of rebirth. Many immortal cultivators often hesitate at critical moments because they are reluctant to part with their own body. But just this moment of hesitation often causes them to die in the hands of the enemy without even having a chance to self-destruct.

Taixuan realm monks are quick-thinking and decisive.

The dark clouds in the sky rolled, and thunder and lightning gathered again, turning into streaks of lightning and rushing towards the soul of the escaping Master Wu Jie.

"Differentiation of Soul"

A tragic sound sounded, and Master Wu Jie's black soul suddenly split into two, and the two split into four. In the blink of an eye, it turned into four groups of soul, split into four different directions and fled, traveling thousands of miles in a flash.

The thunder and lightning in the sky continued to gather and intercept, but it was obviously difficult for Master Wu Jie to stop them all after being divided into four. In the end, three souls were destroyed by the thunder and lightning, and only one soul escaped.

"The secret technique of soul differentiation"

A flash of surprise flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, he didn't expect that Master Wu Jie also practiced this kind of secret technique of the soul. The secret art of soul differentiation is a relatively common type of secret skill among the soul secret arts, but it is very difficult to practice, and almost most monks cannot practice it successfully.

Because the secret technique of Yuan Shen differentiation has very high requirements on the Yuan Shen, generally only monks who also practice Yuan Shen can master the Yuan Shen type secret arts. Among a hundred monks, I am afraid that not even one can perform the technique of Yuan Shen differentiation. .

Although it is difficult to practice, the secret technique of soul differentiation is also very practical, and the most prominent point is reflected in escaping.

At the critical moment, the monk can use the art of soul differentiation to divide his soul into many parts. As long as one soul escapes, he can survive.

Among the hundreds of millions of gods that Mo Wen cultivated, one of the three core secret arts was called Incarnations of Ten Thousands. Incarnations of Ten Thousands is also a secret technique of soul differentiation. When one reaches the highest level of cultivation, one can transform the soul in an instant. He has taken on thousands of incarnations, almost all of them are invincible, and his ability to save lives is rare in the world.

"Only a quarter of the soul is left. Even if I escape, I'm afraid my cultivation level will drop to the Dou Zhuan realm. If I want to practice again, I still don't know what will happen in the year of the monkey, and I may not even be able to practice in my lifetime."

Mo Wen shook his head indifferently. Although the secret technique of soul differentiation can escape life, if too many souls are lost, the price will be high. Master Wu Jie only has a quarter of his soul left. Even if he is reborn, he will not be able to maintain his original cultivation level.

"Your Excellency, you are truly a monk of the Seventy-Two Tribes Alliance"

Over there, Hu Lunben, who was facing death, also regained his composure and looked at Mo Wen with a horrified expression. Deep in his eyes, there was deep fear and fear.

This young man is so terrifying. Killing Taixuan Realm monks like them is like killing chickens and dogs.

When did such a terrifying monk appear in the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance? How come he never knew not to mention Master Wu Jie and the others? Even he, a monk from the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, never knew not to mention this person. .

"That's right." Mo Wen said calmly. There’s not much explanation, anyway, it doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace. From now on, my life, Hu Luben, belongs to you. If you are given an order, I will obey it and follow your lead."

Hu Luben bowed deeply, looking at Mo Wen with still fearful eyes. The hostility in this young man was too strong. Such a vicious spirit. It doesn't mean that there is something there. I don't know how many creatures have to be killed to condense it, and it must be a high-level creature. It can be seen from the crispness with which Mo Wen killed Sha Bai just now that this young man is definitely a cruel and ruthless man.

"I have some fate with your seventy-two tribe alliance, so I just saved you." Mo Wen said calmly.

Hu Luben's deep injuries were serious and he almost died. At this time, only half of his body was left. However, for a monk in the Taixuan Realm, the damage to his body was not a big problem.

He has some fate with the Seventy-two Tribes Alliance, which means that he is not from the Seventy-two Tribes Alliance. No wonder he, a high-ranking member of the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, never knew of this man's existence. On the surface, this young man's cultivation seems to be just Dou Zhuan realm. But this is definitely not his true cultivation level, at least he is an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of Taixuan.

His eldest brother Hu Hanheng was also a monk in the middle stage of Taixuan, but he was certain that his eldest brother would never be able to kill Master Wu Jie and the other three so easily.

"Your Excellency, I got the dried snake stick from the ruins of an ancient monk's cave. Hu has nothing else to offer, so I will give this dried snake stick to you as a repayment for your life-saving grace."

Hu Luben thought for a while and handed over the dried snake stick in his hand. This thing almost killed him. In front of Mo Wen, he did not dare to keep this treasure.

Who knows what this young monk means, whether he took action because of this heavenly spiritual treasure. Compared with his own life, no matter how good the treasure is, it is in vain.

Mo Wen glanced at the dry snake stick. He has no interest in this kind of ordinary Tianlingbao, and he didn't take action just for this dry snake stick.

"This thing is of no use to me, you can keep it." Mo Wen said calmly. A gentleman does not take away what others like. Since the dried snake stick was discovered by Hu Luben from ancient ruins, this was his chance.

Hu Luben was shocked, what a loud tone. The majestic Heavenly Spiritual Treasure was actually useless to him. Even among the monks in the Taixuan Realm, it was quite rare to have a Heavenly Spiritual Treasure. There were no more than five Heavenly Spiritual Treasures in their seventy-two tribe alliance.

Even if you don't use it yourself, Tianlingbao can be traded to others and exchanged for a large amount of treasures. Who is this young man? He is so free and easy.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Hu Luben bowed deeply. While in awe, he felt a little more admiration in his heart. I'm afraid there are not many such monks in the entire ancient wasteland.

"I'm going back to the Ula Tribe. If you also want to go back to the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, then let's go together."

Mo Wen thought for a while and said, after Master Wu Jie escaped and returned to the Xueying tribe, there was no guarantee that no one would come to hunt down Hu Luben again. With Hu Luben's current state, he might not be safe and sound. Return to the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance. After all, heavenly spiritual treasures like dry snake sticks are attractive to most Taixuan realm monks. Now that I have saved him, I will save him to the end and send Buddha to the West. He has to return to the Ula tribe anyway.

"I got what I asked for." Hu Luben was overjoyed. He didn't expect that this young monk was so kind and willing to escort him back.

Ula tribe

Why does it sound familiar? It seems that I have heard it somewhere.

After thinking carefully for a long time, a flash of astonishment suddenly flashed in Hu Luben's eyes. Isn't the Ula tribe the last small tribe in their seventy-two tribe alliance?

It was an extremely small tribe, a backward small tribe that was about to be kicked out of the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance.

Does this terrifying young monk have any relationship with that small tribe?h:.147.247.73