With a roar of rage, the spear in Mo Wen's hand suddenly swung, and lightning pierced through the heart of the black soldier, and the corpse fell to the ground with a slam of lightning.

This was a painful lesson, and it was also the only time Mo Wen had tasted pain in this cultivation space, and like everything in the real world, cold sweat broke out on his head from the pain.

"I can't go on like this, if this soldier had been stronger just now, I would have been gone. Mo Wen couldn't help but secretly palpitate, and forcibly cheered up, making his eyes wide, looking around, at the same time, Mo Wen secretly transported the power of cultivation in his body, and cultivated to heal his wounds, in this chaotic battlefield, if he was injured, once he encountered a strong enemy, the result would be a dead end, and there was no possibility of sparing.

Until now, Mo Wen finally understood that this cultivation level was not so easy, and if he was not careful, he might die in a trance, resulting in failure to break through.

This level is still honing the mind of the cultivator, if the mind is not firm, it is difficult to survive on this cruel battlefield, of course, it also requires a certain amount of wisdom to pass this level, if the level just now is to defeat their own heart, then this level is to put this test into action, so that the cultivator, in the actual action to understand, to understand, in the end, how to really overcome their own heart.

This is the necessity of cultivating the 'god', everything here is illusory, but the pain he suffered in this level is real, if he can't successfully break through the level, then he can only declare failure, and it will cause his cultivation to drop by two levels.

This is unacceptable to Mo Wen, not to mention that now he is facing a strong enemy, once he encounters an emergency, he needs to use his strength to defeat everything in front of him, so once this is caused by the failure to break through and the cultivation is reduced, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it will even put Mo Wen in a desperate situation.

Thinking of this, Mo Wen didn't hesitate anymore, gritted his teeth suddenly, and under the powerful painful stimulation, he finally woke up completely from that state of confusion and trance.

As countless Black Fang soldiers died in his hands, and even a few Black Fang camp leaders riding demon beasts were ruthlessly cut off their horses by Mo Wen, his strength immediately broke through the early stage of the Heavenly Realm and was promoted to the early middle level of the realm.

The killing is still going on, these hundreds of thousands of people and horses in the battlefield, the people who died in the hands of Mo Wen, have reached tens of thousands, at this moment, he is like a killing god in general, his body is diffused with a monstrous red mist, where he passes, the wailing continues, and the people of the black side have died one after another, but under the diffusion of his powerful divine thoughts, it is found that even if he joins alone, it will not play any substantive role, and the situation on the entire battlefield is still black has the upper hand, and white is at a significant disadvantage.

"It seems that in order to win this battle, we must find a way, otherwise, even if I kill more people, I am afraid it will be difficult to reverse the disadvantage of this big battle, and once White loses at that time, the result will still end in failure!" Mo Wen muttered, his brain immediately spun rapidly, and at the same time, the divine thought, which had gradually become several times stronger, was also constantly spreading wildly around, trying to find a strategy to win.

Suddenly, Mo Wen's divine thoughts were firmly locked in front of him, inside a huge tent, this tent was shrouded in a huge carriage, in front of this carriage, it was pulled by four very powerful demon beasts, and one side of the tent was open, vaguely visible, there was a huge throne in the tent, and at the top of it sat a white-faced bearded black man, although this person was sitting there quietly, but there was a tendency to look down on the world, which made people can't help but have a feeling of worshipping him at a glance。

Below this person, there are also two rows of strong men, one by one, full of energy, their eyes flashing, judging from the cultivation power that spreads from these people's bodies, the cultivation of these people is not inferior to the cultivation of the early stage of the Heavenly Realm, the man on the throne, at this moment, is constantly speaking, conveying one order after another, each order is issued, and there is a man standing under him, who will quickly fly out and arrive at a certain place on the battlefield to convey the order.

"Haha, it's really effortless to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to get it!" Mo Wen quickly retracted his thoughts, and instantly made a decision, no need to ask, this guy must be the leader of the Black side, if you catch this person, or kill this person, then everything is easy to say, and winning this war is no problem.

As the saying goes: capture the thief before the king, capture the leader of the black side, and the war will be won without a fight.

When Mo Wen saw the appearance of this guy, he knew that this person must be the commander of the Black camp, which can be said to be the soul core of the entire battlefield, if he wants to turn defeat into victory, this person is a key turning point, but the question in front of Mo Wen is, how can he capture this core person? If nothing else, these Heavenly Realm powerhouses around this core person, Mo Wen alone can't deal with them.

Now the current strength is far from enough, and you must continue to improve your cultivation, thinking of this, Mo Wen rode the demon beast again, and rushed to the crowded place, the spear in his hand, like harvesting straw, killed wildly, and the breath on his body, with the death of the enemy, also continued to rise.

Two hours had passed, and Mo Wen's cultivation had already risen to the upper level of the early stage of the Heavenly Realm.

"It's time!" With a fierce flash in his eyes, Mo Wen's body immediately moved, and suddenly jumped up from the back of the demon beast under him, soared into the sky, and turned into a light red light and flew in the direction of the tent, Mo Wen was the first person to fly up from the battlefield, and as soon as he took off, he was noticed by countless people, especially the white warrior who was stained red with blood, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Quick...... Someone has attacked the king's tent, stop him!" A man from the Black camp's camp couldn't help but change his face slightly when he saw Mo Wen approaching the commander's tent quickly, and let out a shocking roar.

"Kill!" Under the man's order, on the battlefield, there was quickly a Black General, who suddenly rose into the air, blocking Mo Wen's advance, and this person had also reached the realm of the early stage of the Heavenly Realm.

"Hmph...... Looking for death!" Mo Wen's eyes quickly flashed a look of disdain, and the spear in his hand came out of his hand and stabbed the black general's heart fiercely.

At the same time, his right hand was suddenly raised, and the lore move appeared for the first time on the battlefield, which was also the first time Mo Wen used his own lore move in the cultivation space.

In the midst of the killing, Mo Wen gradually understood that cultivating here is not that you can't use the martial arts you have learned, nor that you can't use the artifact you bring, which also needs to be determined by the strength of cultivation and the degree of breakthrough, if you are just a weak person in the Xuan Realm, how to drive the artifact, how to use those killer moves?

This is closely related to strength, just like an electrical appliance in life, if the voltage is not enough, the electrical appliance will not run at all, and here, the same is true, the same way.

"Hmph...... "Although the strength of the black general's is not much different from Mo Wen, both of them are in the Heavenly Realm, but because he has killed more people than Mo Wen, his cultivation strength is obviously much greater than that of Mo Wen, and this guy is only one step away from being able to rise to the realm of the middle of the Heavenly Realm."

This is also the main reason why he disdains Mo Wen, after all, in his opinion, his strength is higher than Mo Wen, and it is easy to kill him.

"Click!" With a wave of the big knife in his hand, a dazzling black light flashed, and the spear that stabbed quickly had already split in two, turning into two pieces of scrap iron and falling to the ground, which also surprised Mo Wen.

"Boy...... Suffer death!" Seeing this, the black general couldn't help but be very proud, and his disdain for Mo Wen became even stronger, and he frantically twisted the big knife, and rushed to kill with a frenzied dance, wanting to cut Mo Wen in two.

To say that this guy's heart is really big, it is not so easy to kill an opponent of Mo Wen's cultivation, no matter what, he is also a strong person in the Heavenly Realm cultivation, and under the cultivation of almost the same, even if Mo Wen is not good, he will not be killed by him with one move, but when his big knife is less than half a meter away from Mo Wen's waist, Mo Wen's raised right arm moved, and suddenly slashed, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed, and a huge illusory battle axe, mixed with the momentum of destroying the world and the earth, met it fiercely.

"Click!" The big knife in the hand of the black general turned into two in an instant, and then, a shallow blood mark appeared on the top of the head, Mo Wen didn't look at this guy again, his body moved, turned into a light red light again, and went straight to the camp of the black commander in front of him, his purpose was very clear, that is, to kill the leader of the black side.

"Bang!" When Mo Wen passed by, there was a gust of wind, and the whole body of the black general, until this time, exploded wildly, turned into a pile of meat sauce, and sprinkled downwards one after another, and in the rain of blood, Mo Wen had already turned into an arrow off the string, and almost in the blink of an eye, he arrived at a place more than ten meters in front of the tent.

Maybe those generals of the Black side don't know that Mo Wen is a person of inheritance in the Ghost Gate, who can burst out at any time more than twice as strong as his own cultivation, and moreover, when facing a strong enemy, he is used to attacking with all his strength, and he will not give any enemy a chance to kill him at all.

"Quick...... Block him......" When the commander of the black side saw Mo Wen kill the general with one move, he couldn't help but be frightened, and hurriedly shouted frantically at the top of his throat.

"Kill!" The two rows of Heavenly Realm powerhouses below him, hearing the commander's order, moved their bodies together, and went straight to Mo Wen to intercept them, in such a situation, the life of the leader must be saved, otherwise there is no need to continue fighting this battle.

"Hmph...... Can you stop it? All those who stand in my way have to die!" At this moment, Mo Wen was unstoppable, and his already raised arms fell frantically without hesitation, slashing forward, even if he had no weapons, he could still kill with one blow, and he would not be soft on the enemy at all.

"Click!" The sound was endless, these guards with strength in the Heavenly Realm were all in different places, and died tragically on the spot, the commander of the black side saw such a situation, and a thick life and death crisis suddenly rose in his heart, and without hesitation, his body moved, and it had turned into a rich white light, quickly smashed through the tent, and fled to the void behind him.

"If you want to escape, you can't ...... Since I'm here, I won't let you escape so easily......" Mo Wen snorted coldly, his body had already turned into an arrow off the string, and he went straight to the direction where the leader of the Black Fang had fled.