The broken ancient bronze tree had completely turned black, and thick black smoke continued to spew out from every lamp on the ancient bronze tree.

Countless figures kept emerging from the twisted void beside the lamp. These people groaned in pain, their bodies struggling and squirming violently. They raised their heads with difficulty and looked around. Their skin was quickly replaced by black shells, and black horns kept growing on important joints of their bodies.

These figures are just ordinary people of the Six Paths in the Six Paths Demon-Sealing Barrier. Their cultivation is weak, and many of them are mortal civilians with no cultivation at all.

After being transformed into warriors of the Mingjiao clan, the combat effectiveness of these ordinary people has only reached the initial and intermediate levels of the Anshen Realm. They are just purely consumable cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Just like ants on the ground, no monk in the three allied camps took them seriously.

What makes people terrified and collapse are those gods that are thousands of feet tall, shining with dazzling divine light all over their bodies. They have no real flesh, but their bodies are completely condensed from the original energy of heaven and earth.

These gods who were suppressed and imprisoned in the bronze sacred tree struggled out from the cracked restrictions, gasping for breath. Each of their bodies was pierced by at least dozens of black chains.

Large masses of black air mixed with countless twisted black runes, like sewage flowing out of a gutter, continuously invaded their bodies. The colorful and dazzling bodies of these gods were covered with a layer of light black air, and the avenue rune groups inside their bodies that rotated like gears were twisted and disintegrated, gradually turning into black chains that spread all over their bodies.

New black runes continued to spurt out near these collapsed black chains and were swallowed and absorbed by the black chains that penetrated their bodies, making the black chains more solid, and the black flames outside the chains more agile, and the aura more powerful and weird.

Erosion and devouring are the innate instincts of the Mingjiao clan.

Ming Yan and others used the original evil power to condense black chains and invaded the bodies of these ancient gods. The original evil power polluted their bodies and minds. At the same time, it constantly analyzed and dissected the mysteries of the laws in their bodies that represented the great way of heaven and earth in this world, and resolved them into new law powers that they could use, and constantly absorbed them into their bodies to strengthen themselves.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of ancient gods of lower status who had just rushed out of the restrictions were trembling all over, and their bodies turned completely black. They were suspended in the air like black fire men, constantly emitting huge roars.

All the law symbols in the bodies of these low-level gods were swallowed up and absorbed by Ming Yan and his five subordinates, and had been initially integrated and refined in their bodies.

Only strange shrieking sounds were heard, and black gas filled the air behind Ming Yan. A strange black python with more than a dozen heads was rolling violently in the black gas. When he led countless warriors of the Mingjiao clan to rush towards Luo'er's headquarters, the body of the black giant python kept expanding and getting bigger. Suddenly, more than a dozen huge black tumors burst out from the neck of the giant python at the same time.

There was a continuous "cracking" sound, and a new hideous snake head grew out of each black tumor.

The black python behind Ming Yan had a total of thirty-six twisting and wriggling ferocious snake heads in just a cup of tea. The newly born snake heads seemed very erratic and indifferent. It was obvious that he had just gained huge benefits from those low-level gods, and his realm of law and morality soared, but he did not get enough powerful mana cultivation corresponding to his realm.

Ming Xun stopped, and the five subordinates around him also stopped.

They landed heavily on the ground, roared at the same time, and took a deep breath.

On the ground, black traces that kept wriggling like blood vessels, black torrents roared in. The land of Tianlu was shaking violently, and the underground spiritual veins were destructively drained, turning into black viscous energy that was continuously injected into the bodies of Ming Yan and others.

A newly born snake head quickly became solid and firm, as if it had real flesh.

The aura of Ming Yan suddenly became much stronger, and then another new snake head appeared, and then another, and another...

Sun Tianzun had already pounced to Qingyang's side. He grabbed back the scepter that had turned into a fire crow and flew all over the sky, and smashed it hard on Taiyin Tianzun's head. Taiyin Tianzun let out a miserable howl, and staggered to the side for dozens of steps, and fell to the ground in a mess. His head was broken and his whole body was constantly emitting gray-white Taiyin power.

The Sun Lord waved his left hand, and a ball of blazing golden sun fire rushed towards Qingyang.

Qingyang roared in a low voice, and the treasure wheel behind him spun rapidly. He opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of green flames towards the golden sun fire of the Sun Lord. The golden and green flames collided heavily in the air, and the terrible high temperature quickly turned the land thousands of miles below into a boiling magma.

Sun Lord has recovered a lot of strength, but Qingyang is not at all inferior to Sun Lord.

He spit out green flames from his mouth, which were in confrontation with Sun Lord's True Sun Fire. The green flying sword in his hand flew out like a nimble fish, piercing Sun Lord's chest thirteen times in an instant, causing Sun Lord's whole body to be filled with flames, and large amounts of sticky, high-temperature plasma continuously spurted out from the wound on his chest.

Qingyang let out a long roar and was about to severely damage Sun Tianzun in one go, but Mingyan and the other six had quickly replenished enough evil power, transformed into six black gases that broke through the air and suddenly surrounded Qingyang in the middle.

The black fist shadow tore through the void and slammed heavily on Qingyang's body and the Heavenly Dao Wheel behind him.

Countless green sword lights burst out from Qingyang's side, like a green sun rising slowly in the sky.

The next moment, half of Qingyang's body exploded, leaving only his head, which turned into a streak of blood and flew towards Luo'er's headquarters.

Ming Yan and the other six people also had countless cracks all over their bodies, and they were desperately spraying black blood plasma, spinning and falling to the ground.

With one blow, Qingyang, Mingxuan and others were all injured and lost their combat effectiveness for a while.

Hundreds of low-level gods that had been infected by the evil power of the Mingjiao clan roared in a low voice, and rushed towards Luo'er's headquarters with countless low-level warriors of the Mingjiao clan.

Luo'er suddenly opened her eyes. She looked in horror at the endless black crowd in front of her, and felt the heart-pounding evil power emanating from those low-level gods.

Her eyes once again saw through the long river of fate. She gritted her teeth and chose the most ideal tributary.

Raising her head and glancing at the moon floating in the air, Luo'er whispered, "Chu Tian, ​​I'll be waiting for you!"

With a sudden wave of her hand, Luo Er shouted, "Retreat! Retreat at full speed! Everyone, retreat!"

Gritting her teeth, Luo Er said sternly: "The cultivators from the Celestial Clan, the Divine Palace, and the Spiritual Realm, go ahead and resist these evil demons from the Dark Horn Clan... Leave enough time for the civilians of the Sky Land to retreat to the Fallen Star Ocean!"