"What a powerful battle puppet...... "The chief of the Tatutara Maguha tribe, in the battle with the third son, was repelled by a palm, and half of his body was sore, and he couldn't help but be frightened.

Although the third son was also shocked away, it was killed in an instant.

At this moment, it was already killing him fiercely.

A rhyme of death swelled in the mind of the chief of the Tatutara Maguha tribe.

"Don't panic, I'm here to help you. An old, withered and familiar voice sounded in the hearts of the chiefs of the Tatutara Maguha tribe.

Naturally, it is the mysterious high priest who is hidden behind the thirty-six Demon Beast cities and controls everything.

When the chief of the Tatu Tara Maguha tribe heard this, he was immediately overjoyed.

With this, it is not surging, but there is some extremely fierce power, surging in its body.

The next moment, between the third son's killing, the chief of the Tatutara Maguha tribe roared, and between the roars, he viciously killed the third son.

In the confrontation between the third son of "Boom Rumbling ......" and the chief of the Tatu Tara Maguha tribe, his body shook violently, and his entire body was swept out by a surging force.

With a sound of "Peng", it exploded.

The third son screamed miserably, and one by one the thoughts and remnants of the soul died in it.

The third minor, once the Tatutara Maguha tribe and now the lackeys of the Temple, died in battle!

"This breath is ......" The old antique in the temple suddenly frowned.

Vaguely, they actually felt a wisp of strangeness from the aura erupted from the chief of the Tatutara Maguha tribe, but there was a hint of strangeness, as if a sense of déjà vu once arose.

This feeling is not that of an old antique.

It's all in the whole temple, all the old antiques, all there.

They all felt a sense of familiarity.

"What the hell is going on...... "Some of the old antiques in the temple changed their expressions slightly, and one by two, they were all shocked.

Previously, they had already made up their minds about the rebellion of the Thirty-Six Tribes this time, believing that it was the person behind the scenes of the Thirty-Six Tribes, and it was the severed finger demon soul that the ancestor of the Seven Clans of Moyuan had banned back then.

However, if it was really a severed finger demon soul, why did the breath of the chief of the Tatutara Maguha tribe burst out, and why did that wisp of breath that obviously did not belong to him give all the old monsters of the temple a very familiar and strange feeling?

What's going on?

One or two old antiques, all looking at each other.

"Don't panic, there is no doubt that this breath should not be the legendary finger-severed demon soul that the ancestor forbidden. But, let's not forget our previous guesses.

This severed finger demon soul can't get out of that forbidden space, but it can travel in the ink abyss with mental power. Perhaps, it was to give up with mental power, change an identity, and be reborn in Moyuan. Or maybe it's a spokesperson. In short, we should all have experienced this key guy.

Since they can't figure out who that guy is, let's continue to try. After all, it will still show its feet. A real antique figure, said coldly.

"That's right, that's the truth, kill, kill, keep killing! "The old antique figures of the Temple, all nodding yes.

For the mysterious powerhouse who lurks in the shadows and wants to destroy the temple, he is really murderous.

Therefore, it was a strong man who originally belonged to the thirty-six tribes and the like of the young clan to come out of the invitation to fight.

These many strong people, any one of them, are very powerful.

Because, they are all lackeys and loyal dogs who have been refined into the temple, and now they are truly powerful existences, and they can exert their peak combat power when they first enter the Divine Infant Realm.

And on the side of the thirty-six Warcraft Cities, many chieftains and personalities ended up one by one, fighting alone.

Even, it's a group battle.

In the midst of the raging battles, without exception, all of them fell on the side of the Temple.

In this regard, the old antiques of these temples are turned a blind eye.

It's just some battle puppet.

As long as the mysterious powerhouse is found out, and the powerhouse of the temple is invited to go out and kill it, it will be done once and for all.

This Mo Yuan is still the king and hegemon of their temple.

As soon as I think of this, these many strong people are proud.

Murderous intent is even stronger!

"This breath seems to be about to make me remember, a little strange...... It seems to be ......" old temple antique figures, looking coldly at the tragic death of these battle puppets made by the temple.

Just to understand the familiar atmosphere that bloomed at that moment.

With the passage of time, in the end, all the Temple battle puppets were dispatched, and they launched a vigorous large-scale group battle with the thirty-six Warcraft Cities.

Between the bombardments, on the side of the thirty-six Warcraft Cities, the War King also ended, but all of them died miserably.

In the mysterious place, the mysterious high priest looked at all this coldly, without the slightest emotion.

For him, there was only one thought in these years, and even in these tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, and even longer.

That's revenge!

His enmity with the temple is not shared.

The reason why the thirty-six tribes were used was nothing more than to use them as a tool for revenge.

It's like a sword slashing at an enemy.

He had only one thought, and that was to destroy the temple.

That's all.

As for the Thirty-Six Tribes, to him, it was just a tool.

Who would be sad about a tool?

Inexistent!

"Peng, Peng, Peng!" Whether it is the king of war or the war puppet executioner refined by the temple, there are dead and wounded.

However, neither side takes it to heart.

Mo Yuan, at this moment, was completely silent.

All the Warcraft powerhouses were cold in their hearts.

The mysterious high priest, with the help of special means, made everything that happened in this temple battlefield live broadcast to the public of Moyuan Warcraft.

All the Warcraft powerhouses are as if they were there.

One by one, their hearts are cold.

The thirty-six tribes have joined forces to crusade against the Temple, and they have the heart of rebellion, which is already quite shocking news.

However, what they didn't expect was that the chiseled rhetoric of these thirty-six tribes crusading against the temple turned out to be ...... It turned out to be true!

All the demonic beasts in Mo Yuan were just livestock slaughtered at will for the temple.

It's ridiculous that they, in these endless years, still regard the temple as a holy place for cultivation in their minds, as a kind of faith.

They are proud to enter the temple and receive the gifts of the temple.

Results......

The temple turned out to be the place of death.

Stepping into the temple and practicing is just a justification for justified slaughter.

Temple?

The temple of bullshit!

It's clearly a magic temple!

At this moment, in the ink abyss, almost all the demonic beast powerhouses were roaring madly in their hearts.

There is anger in the hearts.

But......

They had witnessed the Battle of the Temple, and they knew it in their hearts.

Even if the entire Demon Beast powerhouse of the Ink Abyss launched a riot, it would be an innocuous game for the Temple, just a harvest in advance.

It doesn't make half a real sense.

Moreover, these Warcraft powerhouses, even if they are angry, are all flesh and blood creatures.

Even if they are monsters, they still have parents, brothers and children.

Not for yourself, but also for your parents, brothers, children, and so on.

The strength is not strong enough, even if you know that sooner or later, you will be harvested by the temple, but in order to be able to live for a while, for some reason, you have to bow your head and surrender.

This is the sorrow of the weak!

The gap in strength between them and the temple had reached a point where there was no way to make up for it.

Not an order of magnitude.

They can only pin their hopes on the 36 tribes.

Because the thirty-six tribes and the temple actually fought back and forth, and seemed to be evenly matched, and even occupied a trace of the upper hand.

Thirty-six tribes, destroy the Temple!

Countless Warcraft powerhouses prayed in their hearts.

All this, the old antique characters in the temple, did not know at all.

However, for them, this is not important anymore.

At this moment, they responded calmly, watching the temple for many years, it was the powerful killer that had been refined, and the battle puppet executioner was there, and it was constantly cut into ashes by the main messengers behind the scenes of the thirty-six tribes.

In my heart, there is no wave in the ancient well.

It's just that the brows are inadvertently piled up and locked tightly.

Between this scene of killing, they all felt a trace of familiarity.

The sense of familiarity in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

"It's him......" Suddenly, an old antique figure of the temple trembled in his heart, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Like...... It's really him!" The other antique figure of the Temple also showed a sense of horror.

"You're talking about millions of years ago, that ......" In the temple, a real antique figure also sighed, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The rest of the temple antiques, didn't ask anything.

Rather, they looked at each other, and they were all horrified.

"How could it be him?" the temple antiques were all filled with horror in their hearts.

This result was too unexpected for them.

The main messenger behind these thirty-six tribes is actually ...... It was actually a rare sacrifice in the ink abyss that they discovered in their temple a million years ago!?

This was a surprise to them.

Of course, the so-called rare sacrifices are only in the eyes of the old antique characters of the Temple.

In their eyes, all the cultivators in the entire Moyuan were sacrifices they had sacrificed in exchange for the power of the Xuan Qi that existed!

In fact, this so-called rare sacrifice was not a sacrifice, but an amazing and talented Warcraft cultivator.

Millions of years ago, it was actually a demonic beast cultivator who broke through the sixth-order demonic beast realm with his own talent!