"Shenwu Array City is thousands of miles to the north, and His Holiness goes all the way to the north, passing through three array cities, you can see the magnificent figure of Shenwu Array City. ”

As he spoke, Hanyan took out a sheepskin map from the Nahuan, stretched out his index finger and lightly swiped the two points on it, and wrote some words.

Suddenly, the entire sheepskin map seemed to come to life, emitting a dull dark yellow light, connecting the Yanzhou Mountain Range, where Mochen was now located, with the Shenwu Array City.

Mo Chen took the sheepskin map, and just wanted to say thank you, but Han Yan suddenly twisted and said slowly: "Venerable, I have a request...... Can you ......?"

"It doesn't matter, you just say it. Mo Chen's expression was determined, and he had already vaguely guessed what Han Yan's request was.

"Venerable, you have also seen that the surrounding land is in shambles, if there is only chaos, the formation of my Yanzhou Mountain Range can still be supported, but now that the Yin Spirit has invaded the Yang Realm on a large scale, the situation of my Beaver Clan is immediately in jeopardy.

Now the only way to migrate to the Thousand Suns Array City and work with the Netherworld Devouring Alliance to fight against the Yin Spirit is the best way, but most of the clansmen of our clan are weak, and there are very few clansmen who can resist the invasion of the Yin Spirit, can the Venerable look at the thin side of me and Yucui and escort our clan to the Thousand Suns Array City?"

Han Yan also has no way, she is not a character who can ask for people, but at the moment, she and Yucui, one is at the peak of the God Realm, and the other is already the strongest two demons in the clan.

It is conceivable how much the overall strength of the Beaver clan has withered, and in this chaotic order where there is chaos in front and Yin spirit in the back, only by taking refuge in the big forces can the safety of the race be maintained.

"Yes, let's go now, but can you guarantee that the whole clan will listen to you?" to Han Yan's request, Mochen agreed.

He is already a person who values love and righteousness, and since Hanyan opened his mouth, he naturally responded directly.

But in every race, every sect, and even in every family, there are always a few pedantic and conservative elements, and if Hanyan wants to move the clan, the first major problem should be to persuade these outdated demon clans.

"It's okay with these, Venerable give me a day, and I'll make all the arrangements!" Han Yan looked overjoyed, and she was even more excited to solve a matter on her mind, so she directly took Yucui's hand and flew towards the mountain.

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A day later, Mo Chen led the wind beaver people led by Hanyan Yucui and flew over the devastated land.

Mochen looked back at the beaver clan behind him.

There were fewer than he thought, much more.

As far as the eye can see, it is estimated that there are only a few thousand of them that can transform into humans, and the remaining beavers that are still in the realm of opening up the spiritual intelligence are also thousands.

In total, it adds up to just over ten thousand numbers.

Does this still count as race?

Mo Chen looked at Han Yan, even if he hadn't experienced it himself, he could feel the weight of the burden on Han Yan's shoulders.

Hanyan did manage to convince and integrate the group in just one day.

Perhaps because they knew that they would not be able to survive in this mountain range, only a handful of beaver monsters rejected Hanyan's proposal.

At this time, Hanyan exerted the decisiveness that the commander should have.

She resolutely abandoned these old-fashioned and pedantic clansmen, and led most of the clansmen out of the Yanzhou Mountain Formation with Mo Chen.

Mochen admired her very much, this was not an easy decision for the leader of a race, especially for a group that had withered to the extreme.

The huge team of more than 10,000 people kept walking towards the west, and seeing that there was no trace of the Yin Spirit around them, Mo Chen directly released his majestic divine consciousness like the sea, divided into several bubbles, and directly wrapped all the beaver people in it.

"Beware. Mo Chen reminded the more than 10,000 beaver clansmen who were already suspended in mid-air behind him, and directly unfurled the ugly crow's flame wings behind him, pounced violently, and directly turned into ten thousand streamers, rushing straight towards the sky.

Soon, the entire team crossed the ruins of the Phantom Demon Alliance.

Large patches of smoke were still spewing out from the Phantom Demon Palace on the top of the mountain, forming columns of black smoke.

The huge amount of mud condensed by the previous celebrity worship is still left in the ruins, forming a strange sight that the buildings on the mud are still burning.

To Mo Chen's surprise, even as he swept past the ruins, he could still see a few surviving demon clans lying on the floating objects and crying loudly.

Some of them still had some stamina, making rafts out of broken planks and rowing with their bare hands, trying to get out of the mud stream.

Those who were more seriously injured could only hold on to the wreckage nearby, so that they could not drown here.

Seeing this, Mo Chen also used the same method, directly separated a trace of divine soul power, wrapped these survivors, and threw them into the team in the rear.

Passing through the flooded phantom demon array, there was a parched and cracked earth, and in the dry yellow mud field, there was no water, no plant grass clippings, only pure dark yellow.

The ground was all dry and cracked, and there was not a trace of life in sight.

Mo Chen suddenly harnessed the power of the divine soul and slowly descended from a hundred zhang high altitude, descending to about ten zhang, looking down.

As far as the eye could see, there was a large expanse of mud gushing, and the whole land was full of cracks.

"Someone fighting?" Mo Chen's eyes kept scanning around, and he sensed a monk's breath and a large amount of Yin Spirit Death Qi, the two sides seemed to be at war, and the aura kept vibrating.

Soon, under Mo Chen's careful observation, a snow-white sword light was caught by him.

Every time the sword light swung it, it was like a crystal snowflake, falling down, and as soon as it touched the mud, it instantly froze.

However, the scope of the freeze is not wide, and the hardness is also somewhat insufficient, and the mud in the rear will directly break the ice cover.

Around the sword light, dozens of unjust souls were frantically besieging them.

Although the white snow sword light could force them back, it couldn't completely kill them at all, it was only a heavy injury.

Because these unjust souls have the supply of earth spirit energy, they don't care if they are hit hard.

As long as it is not completely wiped out in an instant, it will soon regain its full state.

Mo Chen's eyes flashed, and he accelerated suddenly, and the black-gold black yang flame condensed in his hand, which directly gathered into a red long sword, and suddenly slashed down.

"Phew!"

The flame sword soared suddenly, and a sword slashed down like a boulder, pulling dozens of wild thunders to fall with a bang, all falling on the heads of every unjust soul, like a catastrophe.

In just an instant, all the unjust souls exploded and turned into countless gray mist, but after a few breaths, they burst into flames one after another.

"There is a lot of danger here, I am taking the Beaver Clan to the Thousand Suns Array City, or I will protect you. "Ink dust descended to the ground, facing the one in front of him

The Taoist said.

"Thank you so much, Venerable Mo......" The Taoist clasped his fists happily.