The figure swooping down from the sky quickly engaged in a battle with the heavenly soldiers and generals.

Chu Tian had sharp eyes. Through the dazzling sword light and sword intent on the attackers’ bodies, he saw the faces of these guys clearly at a glance - no faces, just a smooth curved panel!

These guys are clearly not real people, but rather something like humanoid puppets.

However, the sword light and sword intent emanating from them were so sharp and terrifying, it was as if a real sword was tearing through the void. Countless wriggling and winding sword lights swayed slightly in the air, constantly making a "chi chi" sound.

What shocked Chu Tian even more was that the aura emanating from the sword light and sword intent of these attackers was exactly the same, without the slightest difference, as if they were countless clones of one person.

This resulted in the sword lights emitted by the attackers' swords being able to overlap perfectly.

The sword lights overlapped each other. When two sword lights overlapped, they could burst out with twice the power. When four sword lights overlapped, the power would directly become eight times. When eight sword lights overlapped, the power would astonishingly become thirty-two times!

When hundreds of sword lights suddenly merged into a sharp sword light that was a thousand feet long, the power of this sword light had increased to a suffocating level.

A flash of sword light passed by, and hundreds of heavenly soldiers and generals were cut in half. Balls of golden light flew out of their bodies, and the golden light balls filled with a faint black gas expanded rapidly and were about to explode. A large amount of sword rain fell from the sky, directly cutting these golden light balls.

Countless translucent golden figures floated in the air, roaring in panic, not knowing how to respond.

A strong wind blew, and wisps of golden figures gradually dissipated.

Countless heavenly soldiers and generals roared like crazy, as if they had seen something outrageous. They flapped their black wings and pounced madly into the sky.

The attackers who fell from the sky brandished sharp swords in their hands, and sword beams kept falling and overlapping. It was a pity that the Canglan Mountain Mine Supervision Office was guarded by the lowest-level heavenly soldiers and generals. They had almost no power to resist the attacks of these attackers.

Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals were wiped out in an instant, and the hysterical howls of the Mingjiao clan were heard from the sky.

A mass of Dark Horn Warriors like a dark cloud rushed out of their nests, and dozens of Dark Horn Warriors with astonishing auras were rapidly expanding. From the black smoke behind them rushed out black pythons with more than a hundred snake heads. They opened their hands and held up the two split pieces of the nest with force.

On the smooth cross-section of the damaged nest, countless wriggling black and red transparent hoses extended out. These tubes, like blood vessels, squirmed rapidly, quickly hooked together, and then tightened with force.

With the full support of dozens of powerful masters of the Mingjiao clan whose bodies had expanded to a height of hundreds of miles, the two cut hemispherical nests began to slowly close together in the middle, as if they were about to be put together again.

High in the sky, the translucent figure emitting the sword light and sword intent of an unforged sword raised the three-foot small sword in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of swords chopped down.

The surging sword light was like a torrent of energy, instantly submerging the barely pieced-together nest of the Mingjiao clan, drowning dozens of the most powerful Mingjiao warriors, and drowning countless Mingjiao warriors who rushed out of the nest.

The Mingjiao Nest with a diameter of 100,000 miles completely collapsed and was cut into evenly sized pieces, dragging thick smoke, spewing blood plasma, and slowly falling from the sky.

The sky was filled with tumbling black feathers. Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals were killed. The wings behind them collapsed, and the black feathers with a hint of death fell from the sky like a gorgeous snowfall.

Only a few thousand stunned Dark Horn warriors were left in the sky, staring blankly at the nest falling from the sky, their bodies shaking violently, and each of them making a monotonous "ah ah" roar like an idiot.

They couldn't believe that such a powerful nest was completely shattered in the hands of the transparent figure in just a blink of an eye... What kind of power was this? Was this the strength of a Heavenly Emperor?

But in heaven, which emperor would go against the Mingjiao clan?

Moreover, among the five emperors of the five directions now, none of them is a master of swordsmanship, and no emperor of heaven is good at using the sword!

On the ground, countless sect representatives, family monks, and independent cultivators who came to pay tribute stared at the attackers who fell from the sky in amazement. Many sect representatives had good eyesight and recognized the origins of these guys.

"They are not living people, not living people! They are puppets, sword puppets!"

"Oh my God, oh my God, it has nothing to do with us, it has nothing to do with us!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm about to ascend, don't kill me!"

The ground was in chaos. Faced with these attackers who swept through the garrison of the Mining Supervision Office like cutting melons and vegetables, how could these monks have the courage to resist?

Among the cultivators present, the strongest is only a great cultivator comparable to the peak of the Sky-Breaking Realm. They are one level weaker than the weakest heavenly soldier, so how can they be a match for these attackers?

The same voice just now rang out again: "People travel thousands of miles just to seek wealth. Lay down your weapons and hand over all your tributes. I don't want to kill people in vain... Tsk, those girls in red clothes, don't run away!"

In the crowd, there were several beautiful girls wearing red long skirts running randomly with the chaotic crowd. No one knew which sect or family they belonged to, and there didn't seem to be any masters around them. The cultivation of these girls was at the peak of the Anshen Realm, and below the Liming Realm.

The voice roared again: "People travel thousands of miles just to seek wealth, but I have a little quirk. I can't walk when I see pretty girls! Hey, if you don't want me to kill them, hand over all the pretty girls!"

The sound of sharp sword light breaking through the air was heard, and more than a dozen puppets emitting terrifying sword intent flew over and quickly surrounded several girls in red long skirts. These puppets held their long swords horizontally, blocking the girls' path.

Several young girls screamed loudly. A few young monks who seemed to want to be heroes and save the girls had just taken two steps towards them when dozens of sword lights fell from the sky and killed the young monks on the spot.

Sword lights were flashing and blood mist was spraying. These puppets were too powerful and had no intention of limiting their aerial attack range. Their sword lights covered an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius and killed hundreds of monks by mistake.

The ground was covered with blood and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Tsk, what did I just say? Nothing will happen as long as you don't resist. Hey, why do you do such a stupid thing?"

In the sky, the transparent figure that destroyed the nest of the Mingjiao clan slowly disintegrated. A big man with a beard, surrounded by hundreds of puppets, walked in step by step from outside the sword curtain and stood arrogantly above the Mine Supervision Office.