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The territory of the Five Elements Division of the Celestial Clan suffered severe damage, and the tribe members suffered heavy losses. In addition, countless servants, slave soldiers, and various craftsmen, miners, serfs, etc. were lost.

What is even more speechless is that more than a dozen previous heads of the Five Elements Department like Jin Tiexin were killed, and most of the ordinary elders and young masters were killed. For a time, it was extremely difficult for the Five Elements Department to find people who could be in charge, and it became a complete mess.

Luo'er was in charge of the headquarters, racking her brains to deploy troops everywhere, trying to resist the invasion of the Mingjiao clan.

One after another, large groups of cultivators from the Celestial Clan, the Divine Palace, and the Spiritual Realm came one after another and gathered under Luo'er's banner. Facing the ferocious Dark Horn Clan, these cultivators who came to reinforce them surrounded them from both sides and barely controlled the momentum of the Dark Horn Clan's attack.

However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the so-called control was only able to block the attacks of the lower-level warriors of the Mingjiao clan.

Every time Jiao Mo and several other members of the Mingjiao tribe appeared, they always beat the three coalition forces into a mess, and they could not find any masters who could resist their attacks. There were several times when several elders from the upper families who had comprehended the third great law joined forces, but they were still beaten and fled.

It was obvious that the masters at the third level of the Dharma realm could not stop Jiao Li and his people.

But no matter how Luo'er urged, neither the Celestial Clan, the Divine Palace, nor the Spirit Realm were able to send in more powerful and capable masters.

Luo'er used the Supreme Order to ask Qingyang several times, and Qingyang replied to Luo'er very respectfully - the masters and powerful people of the Celestial Clan, the Divine Palace, and the Spirit Realm all had important matters to attend to, and could not get away to reinforce!

The battle situation became extremely tense.

Every day, a large number of mid- and low-level celestial and spiritual cultivators would come to reinforce, and every day they would have many bloody conflicts with the low-level warriors of the Mingjiao clan.

Every day, tens of thousands of cultivators are seriously injured or die. Every day, varying numbers of Celestial Clan cities are breached. Countless members of the Celestial Clan are transformed into warriors of the Mingjiao Clan. Every day, the territory controlled by the Mingjiao Clan spreads out a little bit.

Looking down from the sky, if Tianlu is a large round pancake, then about 15% of the area in the middle of the pancake has turned pitch black.

In the middle of this dark area, the nest of the Dark Horn Clan, which was tens of thousands of miles in diameter, had sunk tens of millions of miles underground. Black chains as thick as dragons stretched out from this huge nest and fiercely invaded the land of Tianlu, frantically extracting the spiritual veins and mineral veins underground in Tianlu every day.

In just half a month, varying numbers of earthquakes occurred in Tianlu every day.

During the initial sacrifices to heaven, the magnitude of the earthquakes was very slight, and people only felt the ground shaking a little; and the number was not large, with only about fifteen or sixteen earthquakes a day.

Half a month later, when the Tianlu earthquake occurred, people could clearly feel the violent shaking of the ground, and ordinary cultivators in the Anshen realm had difficulty standing still; and the frequency increased to two or three times per quarter of an hour, and the entire Tianlu was like a convulsion, shaking day and night. [△网.]

It was obvious that the foundation of Tianlu was being eroded and the ground veins were constantly shaking, which caused the continuous earthquakes in the entire Tianlu.

There were master cultivators with strong cultivation and keen inspiration who vaguely realized that although the situation was fine in other places in Tianlu, the concentration of the spiritual essence of heaven and earth was slowly decreasing in the normal void near the territory invaded by the Mingjiao clan.

That patch of dark and dim light was like a huge funnel, into which the spiritual essence of heaven and earth continuously seeped.

For the past half month, Luo'er has been so busy that she has been mobilizing troops every day to hunt down and intercept the Mingjiao clan that is wreaking havoc in all directions, trying her best to control them in a fixed area.

But the effect is not significant, the territory invaded by the Mingjiao clan is still slowly expanding.

Unless we can find a master who can confront Jiao Mo and other members of the Mingjiao tribe head-on, this expansion will be irreversible.

But it is clear that among the masters and powerful people that Luo'er can mobilize now, Qingyang and Heizhen have fought with each other and suffered losses of varying degrees.

The total amount of magical power of ancestor-level figures such as Lieyang, Cangyue and Hanxing is extremely astonishing, but their realm is just the same as that of Lei Ju and others, who have comprehended the third great law.

Faced with those extremely evil and almost unkillable members of the Mingjiao tribe, Lieyang and his men could only protect themselves. It was almost impossible to repel the other side.

What is worrying is that as time goes by, the average strength of the warriors of the Mingjiao clan is still increasing.

It seems that the more earth veins and mineral veins they devour, the more their average strength will continue to rise. Now the average strength of the warriors of the Dark Horn Clan rushing around has reached the peak level of the Life Realm!

This is extremely scary!

In the headquarters, Luo'er and a group of senior officials were struggling to plan how to resist the Mingjiao clan.

Chu Tian came to a side hall on the side of the headquarters and saw Qingyang who was recuperating from his injuries.

Unlike the Celestials who have strong physical strength, if there is a problem with the physical body of the spiritual cultivators, it will take a lot of effort to restore it to its original state. With Qingyang's status, he naturally used the best elixir. However, after half a month, he only managed to regenerate his shattered left shoulder and arm. It would take at least a long time to fully recover and use it freely.

Mr. Qingyang was aloof and aloof. In the huge side hall, there were only four of his trusted followers waiting outside the door, and no one else.

In the side hall with simple furnishings and only a few rows of bookshelves, Qingyang sat on a big chair, holding a volume of alchemy scriptures and reading it carefully. There was a thick stack of paper in front of him, with pen and ink ready, and he looked like he was studying seriously and taking notes diligently.

In the hall which is a hundred feet in radius, there is only a fist-sized incense burner on the small table in front of Qingyang. A wisp of very thin white smoke floats out of the incense burner, and the faint fragrance makes the whole hall look even more cold and quiet.

"Are you here? Is there something wrong?" Seeing Chu Tian come in, Qingyang put down the alchemy scripture in his hand, looked up and smiled at Chu Tian.

"I'm here. Something's really going on." Chu Tian walked up to Qing Yang, bowed to him, and couldn't help but sigh: "With such a huge Celestial Clan, such a huge Spirit Realm, and such a huge Divine Palace, is it true that we can't find a few masters who can restrain those bastards?"

Chu Tian looked at Qingyang in confusion: "You are the sixth generation disciple of the Three Immortal Sect, then what about those masters who are older than you? There are also the Celestial Clan and the Divine Palace. It can't be that all the masters... are not at home, right?"

Qingyang looked at Chu Tian with a smile. After a long while, he said leisurely, "There are many people in Sanxianmen who are stronger than me. Although I am a sixth-generation disciple, I am not good at fighting. In terms of combat power, I am the worst among the first twelve generations of disciples in Sanxianmen."

"Of course there are experts. But why send them out?" Qingyang smiled at Chu Tian and tapped the table in front of him with his fingers. Mobile users please visit m.Reading for a better reading experience.