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When the two sides fought for three months, only 2000 billion of the 600 billion brought by Zhao Yang was left, and only 400 billion of the 300 billion army brought by the Heixuan clan remained.

It can be said that the Heixuan clan is doomed to fail after fighting so far.

The army of the Heixuan clan was isolated by Zhao Yang.

Before, Zhao Yang had a hard time facing an army of tens of billions, but now he seems to be able to handle it with ease.

First, there are fewer taboo strong men fighting Zhao Yang this time; second, there are three taboo strong men under Zhao Yang's command; third, the strength of these tens of billions of reinforcements is not very good?

Another month passed and all the monks brought by the Heixuan clan were lost, leaving only 400 billion monks brought by Zhao Yang.

"How about we temporarily truce?" Zhao Yang looked at the old patriarch of the Heixuan clan and asked.

The old patriarch of the Heixuan clan wanted to continue fighting, but finally nodded.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Zhao Yang's army started fighting everywhere after resting, leaving no blade of grass wherever it went.

All kinds of letters for help reached the Heixuan clan like snowflakes.

The Heixuan clan was very annoyed.

After thinking for a long time, they decided to rely on the ancestral court of the Heixuan clan to have a decisive battle with Yangzong.

"Those who want to survive come to the ancestral court of the Heixuan clan."

"The Heixuan clan will fight Yangzong to the death in the ancestral court."

"Yangzong don't take prisoners, the Heixuan clan is yours

their only choice. "

After the Heixuan clan issued such an announcement, a large number of monks rushed to the Heixuan clan.

According to the original plan, Zhao Yang continued to clear out the monks in the central area. In this way, a year later, the monks of Yangzong came to the ancestral home of the Heixuan clan.

After a year of fighting against Mr. Yang, there are only more than 260 billion monks, but the ancestral court of the Heixuan clan has reached an astonishing 6000 billion.

No matter where you look at it, Yangzong has no chance of winning.

It's just that when he really stood up, the mountain protection formation and various killing formations arranged by Yang Zong were all destroyed by Zhao Yang's mental power. Even when Zhao Yang imprisoned the taboo-level powerhouse, he also helped Yang Zong's from time to time. Disciple removes obstacles.

Seeing his clan members fall one by one, the old patriarch of the Heixuan clan's heart was bleeding.

But he is upright, he will not surrender.

At worst, it's all over.

Three months later, there were less than a billion monks left on Zhao Yang's side, and the number of monks from the Heixuan clan dropped to 1000 billion.

"Do you want to continue fighting?" The old patriarch of the Heixuan clan yelled at Zhao Yang, "Continue to fight, and all your people will be buried here."

"But I believe that all your people will be buried here." Zhao Yang sneered.

All buried here, this is his purpose.

Next time Zhao

Yang shot more frequently. In fact, he mainly eliminated the masters in the opponent's crowd, and left the rest to Yangzong's disciples.

In this way, another three months passed, and there were only 800 million monks left on Zhao Yang's side, and the number of monks from the Heixuan clan had dropped to one billion.

The old patriarch of the Heixuan clan stopped talking about the peace talks.

There is no room for maneuver in the fight so far.

"You are only 800 million monks, how long can you last?" said the old patriarch of the Heixuan clan coldly.

Almost all the Yangzong can live to the present are the elite of the elite.

Zhao Yang used the Great Healing Technique to heal all their injuries.

"This is our last glory." Zhao Yang shouted.

Those 800 million monks rushed towards the one billion monks like chicken blood.

Fighting broke out.

I don't know how long it took for 800 million monks to perish one after another, but there are only about 30 monks left by the Heixuan clan.

"Haha, my Heixuan clan still has more than 30 people, and we can continue to inherit it." The old patriarch of the Heixuan clan laughed.

Just laughing and laughing with tears falling down.

He knew that the Heixuan clan was over.

If you want to go back to before, you don't know that the Year of the Monkey is just around the corner.

"Inherit it?" Zhao Yang said at this point, a ray of spiritual power turned into a mountain towards the more than 30 monks

Diffuse away.

Almost in an instant, the more than 30 monks were reduced to ashes.

"You..." The old patriarch of the Heixuan clan pointed at Zhao Yang, his eyes full of deep-seated hatred.

boom!

boom!

boom!

At this moment, the half-step taboo masters confronting Zhao Yang exploded one by one.

After all the half-step taboo masters in the field fell, the old patriarch of the Heixuan clan suddenly realized something, "You have been hiding your strength?"

"That's right, I've been hiding my strength." Zhao Yang gasped for breath when he said this.

"You just killed those half-step taboos. You have consumed a lot of mental power. I wonder if you still have the ability to kill us?" The old patriarch pointed at Zhao Yang.

"I think I still have this ability." Zhao Yang started to activate the art of returning to heaven as he said.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Yang's mental strength returned to its peak.

He strikes again.

One!

Two!

Three!

When Zhao Yang forcefully beheaded the eight strong men in the early stage of the taboo, he stopped again.

At this time, most of his mental strength was consumed.

He couldn't go on.

Otherwise, if you fail to imprison the old patriarch and others, your mission may fail.

This time Zhao Yang took twice as long to recover as before.

But it doesn't matter.

at this time

It is easier for him to kill those strong players in the early stage of taboo.

When the old patriarch was left in the field, Zhao Yang said softly, "You can ask whatever you want?"

"why?"

"You want to ask me why I am killing like this?"

"Yes."

"I am not a dark race."

The old patriarch's eyeballs almost popped out, "What?"

"I'm not the Dark Race." Zhao Yang said firmly, "I came to you to destroy the Heixuan Continent."

It took a long time for the old patriarch to let out a long sigh, "Our Heixuan Continent is not very strong in the Dark Clan."

"I know, but take your time." Zhao Yang said lightly.

The old patriarch took a deep look at Zhao Yang, then his body gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely.

He committed suicide.

Because his life is meaningless.

"How do you feel?" Just then the mysterious girl's voice rang in his ears.

"To be honest, killing is a bit disgusting." Zhao Yang said after a long silence, "Even if I let them fight internally, I still can't resist."

"There will be more and more things like this in the future, and there is no reason to talk about ethnic disputes." The mysterious girl said calmly, "Do you know that a Black Mysterious Continent may be buried outside the territory? And a continent similar to the Black Mysterious Continent , the entire Dark Clan will not be less than three hundred."

(End of this chapter)