In the next moment, all the Shura statues that emerged from the ancestral land were all imprisoned by the shadow.
Mu Qianxi said: "Do it! Break them."
At the same time, smash all Shura statues present.
Mu Qianxi pulled out the Yanlong Soul Slaying Sword and plunged it into the ground, and the flames full of destructive power spread on the ground, burning the shards of the god statues.
Xiaohong puffed up her cheeks, and said: "This deity will also add to the fire, and see if you can still become gods!"
The red karma also spread out.
Xiao Momo flew in the air, and the dark phoenix flames full of dark power fell from the air.
The fire burned under the sacred mountain, and then spread towards the sacred mountain.
I can no longer see the statues of Shura gods summoned by the ten elders.
Elder Ten's face became very stiff, "It can still be like this...it can be like this!"
Even he never knew that such a method could be used to destroy the statues grown in the ancestral land.
Yunxiu instantly controlled all opponents with shadows by fusing a god statue, and then everyone worked together to smash them all.
As long as there is no active Shura statue present, they will not be able to fuse the broken statues to double their power!
The most important thing among them is fire. The soul-killing fire can refine the mountain of gods. She thinks that it should be fine to burn the statue of Shura into rubble.
She guessed right, the soul-killing flames were full of domineering and destructive power, and it was completely fine to burn mountains and rocks.
Even if there is a god sitting here, if the murderer wakes up, he will still be burned.
After the sacred mountain was swallowed by the flames, it turned into a huge mass of energy.
Mu Qianxi said: "Let's do it! Your god statues are gone, and your combat power is halved. If you want to become stronger and survive here, you must madly absorb more power."
Xiutu and the others smiled wryly, "Yes, Master Luo Xi, then they..."
He looked at the other Shura tribes, who were stunned, "We? Can we?"
The sacred mountain has become a power that can be absorbed at will, and they are very excited when they see it, but they don't seem to be qualified to share a piece of it!
Xiutu said with a smile: "We are all of the same family, we share the blessings, and share the difficulties!"
They can't be the only ones to suffer this suffering, and those who see it will share.
"You are righteous enough!" They were very moved.
"Sacred Mountain... unexpectedly turned into this!" Elder Ten Yuan was still in a daze.
Since ancient times, no one has burned the sacred mountain, and no one has the fire to burn the sacred mountain.
Next, Mu Qianxi tapped the Ningshen Incense to harvest the power of this sacred mountain.
They have long been mentally prepared for the way of cultivation, and they have cultivated calmly.
But the latter group of Shura tribe suffered severe mental damage.
The pain they endured in the past, what they are experiencing is even more serious, after all, this sacred mountain is quite big.
If it wasn't for the upgrade of Mu Qianxi's Ningshenxiang, they might not be able to withstand such a soul shock.
They understood, why did the ten elders want to kill them?
It turns out that the Shura clan has been experiencing the same thing repeatedly, generation after generation, even life after life.
They are not the people favored by God at all, but sacrifices and tools of God.
Their value to God is to be born and become stronger, and their death is what God needs.
Either be killed by the gods or other powerful enemies, and the power and soul that has been cultivated for hundreds of years will return to the gods.
Either be killed by the elders or the same clan at the god sacrifice, swallowed by the ancestral land, and return to the gods.
They are so insignificant, but the strength and soul accumulated by the countless clansmen and endless years, the accumulation of less and less is effective for gods.
After absorbing the power of Shenshan, someone even raised a knife and said: "Since it is needed by God, then I..."
Some people really died, and some were stopped by their companions.
"Die! You still owe me a meal! No!"
"But I want to live, I want to live for no reason, no matter how painful and difficult it is, my brother will stay with me!"
"..."
Mu Qianxi didn't interfere, it was their own choice whether to live or die.
She walked towards the ten-yuan elder and said, "Where is your god?" "Your Majesty Xiudi couldn't find the god, do you think I will know where the god is? Alien, your courage is not ordinary! My God Already have absolutely powerful power, after this god sacrifice, you will win the world, you all
Even if you see it, you can only die! "The ten-member elder said coldly.
Luo Huang is pregnant, a god's son, a rare god's sacrifice...
It seems that the God of Shura feels that the power he harvested from the chess pieces is enough for him to become an invincible true god.
Then, it is even more important to find him as soon as possible and get back the crystal fragments.
It will be even more difficult when he becomes stronger.
Mu Qianxi looked at the water-blue shards on her fingertips, and said, "Then I have to try it too! There is one thing that I have to get back."
The separation of the nine petals is too harmful to Jingying, and the eighth petal remains in a long-term fragmented state, which is even more unfavorable to Jingying.
Sensing the power fluctuations on the water-blue nails, the ten-member man froze for a moment, and laughed loudly.
"Hahaha! So it's for the Eternal Artifact. For it, it's normal to risk life and death!" He looked at Xiutu and the others and said, "This woman is not our clansman at all, she is a despicable and shameless foreigner! The eternal artifact owned by God came, and you actually obeyed her orders and opposed this elder
, is really ridiculous! "
Xiutu and the others were stunned, Master Luo Xi was not their clansman.
Someone said: "Except for my clan, where is there a woman who looks so beautiful?"
The ten elders vomited blood angrily, what kind of conclusion is this, a group of people with problematic brains.
But he didn't know that their brains were the result of their long-term soul domination and domestication, so they had these strange cognitions.
"Master Luoxi has a statue of Shura, how could he not be a member of our tribe?"
Elder Ten had a gloomy expression on his face, and said, "I don't expect you fools to kill her, you can kill yourself! Let me complete the sacrifice!" At this moment, Xiutu said, "Sura? We are really Shura Is it? We used to be proud of being one of the most powerful races in the God Realm, the Shura. But after experiencing everything in the ancestral land, we found that we were not the Shura at all.
!
"The only ones who are really counted as the Shura clan are His Majesty Shudiluo and the thirteen elders. We...we don't even have an independent soul, so we can only be regarded as the bait of the gods!"
Xiutu can be regarded as the most sober of all the Shura clan, with the highest self-sufficiency of the soul, so he made such remarks.
"Lord Luo Xi didn't let us die, but let us know the truth. No matter who she is, I, Xiutu, have decided to follow her. You choose yourself?" He looked at the others and asked.
Others are also deeply puzzled, the Shura tribe? What is the Shura tribe?
They don't even belong to their own souls, are they considered one of the powerful races?
"We are also willing to follow Lord Luo Xi!"
"We want to leave the ancestral land alive, the only way we can follow Master Luo Xi!"
"..."
There is no family and friendship among the Shura clan, only the domination of the superiors over the subordinates.
They want to live only because of the pursuit of life instinct by living beings, not because someone is waiting for them outside, hoping that they will live, even so, they don't want to die! "A group of god judges! God judges! Do you really think you can live by following her? This god sacrifice, God said, except for those useful women, except for the elders and His Majesty Xiudi, all of you are sacrifices, and you are all dead. !” said the ten-yuan elder with a ferocious face.