The Five Elements of the Heavenly Clan's own territory suffered heavy losses, and the clansmen suffered heavy losses, and the servants and slaves under their names, as well as all kinds of artisan slaves, mining slaves, serfs, etc., were even more lost.

What's even more speechless is that the previous generation of family masters of the Five Elements Department like Jin Tiexin have been folded in more than a dozen, and the ordinary elders and young masters have lost most of them, and for a while, it is extremely difficult for the Five Elements Department to find someone who can be the master of the house, and it has completely become a plate of loose sand.

Luo'er sat in the line, racking her brains to deploy troops everywhere, wanting to resist the invasion of the Underworld Horn Clan.

One after another, there were large groups of monks from the Celestial Clan, the Divine Palace, and the Spirit Realm who came one after another and gathered under the banner of Luo'er. In the face of the ferocious Underhorn Clan, these monks who rushed to reinforce surrounded the left and right, barely controlling the momentum of the Underhorn Clan's attack.

But the discerning person can see that the so-called control is only blocking the attack of those low-level warriors of the Hades Horn Clan.

Every time Jiao Wan and a few other Underworld people appeared, they always beat the three coalition forces in a mess, and there was no master who could resist their attack. On several occasions, several elders of the upper family who had comprehended the Third Great Fa joined forces, but they were still beaten to the ground.

Obviously, the master of the Third Great Law Realm couldn't stop Jiao Yan and his clansmen.

But no matter how Luo'er urged, whether it was the Heavenly Clan, the Divine Palace, or the Spirit Realm, they were unable to reinforce the more powerful masters.

Several times, Luo'er used the Supreme Supreme Order to ask Qingyang, and Qingyang replied to Luo'er very respectfully-the masters and powers of the Heavenly Clan, the Divine Palace, and the Spirit Realm all had important things to do, and they couldn't get out of reinforcements at all!

The battle became extremely scorching.

Every day, a large number of mid- and low-level Heavenly Cultivators and Spiritual Cultivators would rush to reinforce them, and every day they would break out into many bloody conflicts with those low-level warriors of the Underworld Horn Clan.

Every day, tens of thousands of monks are seriously injured and fallen, and every day, a varying number of Celestial cities are breached, and countless warriors belonging to the Celestial Clan who have been alienated into the Underworld Horn Clan, and every day the territory controlled by the Underworld Horn Clan will spread a little bit to the periphery.

Looking down from the sky, if Tianlu is a large round cake, then about one-fifth of the area in the middle of the cake has turned into pitch black.

In the middle of this pitch-black region, the lair of the Underworld Horn Clan, which was tens of thousands of miles in diameter, had penetrated tens of millions of miles underground. Black chains as thick as dragons stretched out from this huge lair, fiercely invading the land of heaven and land, and frantically extracting spiritual veins and mineral veins under heaven and land every day.

In just half a month, a varying number of earthquakes broke out every day in Tianlu.

At the beginning of the festival, the magnitude of the earthquake was very slight, but it made people feel that the ground was a little shaky, and the number was not much, about fifteen or sixteen times a day.

Half a month later, when the Tianlu earthquake, people could already clearly feel the violent shaking of the ground, and it was difficult for ordinary monks to stand firmly, and the number also increased to a frequency of two or three times in a quarter of an hour, and the entire Tianlu was like a convulsion, shaking day and night.

This is clearly because the foundation of the sky and land is being eroded, and the earth's leylines are constantly shaking, which has caused the continuous earthquake of the entire heaven and land.

There were master cultivators with strong cultivation and keen inspiration faintly aware that in other parts of the Heavenly Land, it was okay, but in the normal void near the territory eroded by the Underworld Horn Clan, the concentration of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence was slowly decreasing.

The dark and ghostly space was like a huge funnel, and the spiritual essence of heaven and earth continued to seep into this funnel.

For half a month, Luo'er was too busy to land on her feet, and every day she dispatched troops to chase and intercept the Underworld clan that was raging in all directions, trying her best to control it in a fixed area.

But the effect is not great, and the territory eroded by the Stygian Horn is still slowly expanding.

Unless you can find a master who can confront the Horned Horn and other Underworld Clansmen head-on, this expansion is irreversible.

But it is clear that among the masters that Luo'er can mobilize now, Qingyang and Black Needle have fought against each other, and they have suffered losses.

Ancestors such as Lieyang, Cangyue, and Hanxing, their total mana power is extremely amazing, but their realm is equivalent to that of Lei Ju and others who have comprehended the level of the third great law.

In the face of those extremely evil and almost unkillable Underworld Clansmen, Lieyang can only protect themselves, and it is almost impossible to repel the other party.

Worryingly, as time passes, the average strength of the Underhorn warriors continues to increase.

It seems that the more leyline spirit essence they devour, the more ore veins they devour, and the more they can continue to increase their average strength. The warriors of the Underworld Horn Clan who are now running around, their average strength has reached the level of the pinnacle of the Destiny Realm!

This is extremely scary!

In the middle of the trip, Luo'er and a group of high-level executives are struggling to strategize and devise how to resist the Underworld.

Chu Tian came to a side hall on the side of Xingyuan and saw Qingyang who was recuperating from his injuries.

Unlike the Celestial Clan, who are physically strong, if something goes wrong with the physical body of the spiritualists, they will have to waste a lot of hands and feet if they want to be nourished as before. As Qingyang, the nature he uses is the best elixir. However, half a month's hard work only allowed his shattered left shoulder and arm to grow back, and it was at least a long time before he was completely restored and could be used freely.

Qing Yang Zi was cold, and in the huge side hall, only his four henchmen were waiting outside the door, and there was no one else.

In the side hall with simple furnishings and only a few rows of bookshelves, Qingyang sat on a large chair, holding a volume of the Dan Sutra, and was reading carefully. There was also a thick stack of paper in front of him, with pen and ink waiting, and he looked like he was studying seriously and working hard to take notes.

In the hall with a radius of 100 zhang, only there was a fist-sized incense burner on the small case in front of Qingyang, and a wisp of extremely fine white smoke floated out of the incense burner, and the faint aroma made the whole hall more and more cold.

"Is there something wrong?" Seeing Chu Tian walk in, Qingyang put down the Dan Sutra in his hand, raised his head and smiled at Chu Tian.

"Here, it's really something. Chu Tian walked in front of Qingyang, saluted Qingyang, and couldn't help sighing: "The huge Heavenly Clan, the huge Spirit Realm, and the huge Divine Palace, can't you really find a few masters who can restrain those bastards?"

Chu Tian looked at Qingyang very puzzled: "You are a disciple of the sixth generation of the Three Immortal Sect, so what about those masters and elders who are higher than you? There are also the Heavenly Clan, and the Divine Palace, it is not enough, all the masters are ...... None of them are at home, are they?"

Qingyang looked at Chu Tian with a smile, and after a long while, he said leisurely: "There are many people in the Three Immortal Sect who are stronger than me. Of course, I am a disciple of the sixth generation, but I am not good at fighting, and in terms of combat power, I am the worst one among the first twelve generations of disciples of the Three Immortals Sect. ”

"Master, of course. But why send it out?" Qingyang looked at Chu Tian with a smile, and his fingers lightly tapped the table in front of him.