1738: C1738 filament dignity

C1738 filament dignity

This was going to be difficult.

I don't know. When do I have to find it?

Chen Mo looked at god ancestor's phantom and said: "senior, do you know where the seal is?"

The god ancestor's phantom said: "How would I know? It's not a matter of time, but it's not difficult at all. I know a type of secret technique, which is Bloodline Attraction array.

"Great!"

When everyone heard this, they were overjoyed.

This was a good thing. The descendants of the 99 clans were still around. It was way too easy to obtain a bit of the bloodline!

Chen Mo immediately said to Xu Kun, "Instructor, bring over the descendants of the Ninety-Nine Clan!"

"Yes, Chief!"

Xu Kun promised and went down to make the necessary arrangements.

Chen Mo continued to speak, "Now, the most important thing to do is to eliminate the remnants of the Soul Clan, to save the ancestors of the ninety-nine clans, and to find the Death Ship s!"

"Ruoxue, Little Han, the three senior s, Brother Zhuang, the kaiding, Brother Long ? follow me. We will annihilate the remnants of the Soul Clan. When our bloodline is gathered, we will return and search for the location of the seal!"

"Yes sir!"

Everyone answered and stood up immediately.

Chen Mo sent a sound transmission to Xu Kun, allowing him to deal with the matters of the Justice Alliance first.

Relying on his terrifying sense of smell, Chen Mo searched for what seemed to be the tiniest bit of the Soul Clan's bloodline aura left behind by the Saint Son of the Soul Race and the rest.

There were also Heavenly and Earthly Treasures but under a reef, there was a hidden concealment array. Below the reef, there was an underground palace.

Inside the underground palace, Saint Son of the Soul Race and the rest were among them. Each and every one of them had their heads down, brows knitted tightly, and collapsed on the ground.

Many Soul Race Cultivator were still trembling in fear.

Looking at the faces of all the Soul Race Cultivator s, they were all pale and their cold sweat s rose straight up.

Saint Son of the Soul Race took a deep breath, looked down at his clansmen, and felt his heart bleeding.

The Soul Clan was finished just like that.

He was supposed to win, but he ended up losing consecutively. More than 500 million clan members had died, and now, only 800 thousand remained, and he was the only expert. Even Soul Clan Patriarch failed to return and died in Chen Mo's hands.

How could he accept such an outcome?

The Good and Evil Demon Emperor stood beside the Saint Son of the Soul Race and said, "Your Highness, now that the Soul Clan's power is gone, we can only endure and live on in secret. We can only hide and wait until we slowly grow stronger before killing our way back!"

Saint Son of the Soul Race nodded, but did not say a word.

He was unable to speak, as the Throat seemed to be stuck in place.

The Good and Evil Demon Emperor slowly continued, "Your Highness, the Holy Son isn't really without hope. When the Soul Clan Ancestor revives, it will be the time to turn the tide!"

"I just don't know where the Death Ship is right now, nor do I know when the Soul Clan Ancestor will revive!"

Saint Son of the Soul Race still could not say a single word.

He thought that he wouldn't be able to rely on the Soul Clan Ancestor anymore.

It was still unknown if the Soul Clan Ancestor could be revived.

The Good and Evil Demon Emperor said, "Your Highness, we should split up and leave. That Chen Mo guy is too terrifying, I'm really afraid that he will find us here again!"

Each of the over eight million Soul Race Cultivator s had their own place to hide. Even if Chen Mo and the others were to find them one by one and kill them, they could not do it without a few years of time.

Saint Son of the Soul Race still couldn't say anything.

He didn't want to run anymore.

He wanted to die now!

A dignified Soul Clan like him had actually fallen to the point of running everywhere?

Gu Zi's pride did not allow him to do this!

The Good and Evil Demon Emperor knew what the Saint Son of the Soul Race was thinking and advised, "Your Highness, please give the order for everyone to escape. If we can't delay it, not even a minute will increase the danger!"

The Saint Son of the Soul Race finally opened his mouth and said, "My Soul Clan won't live for long. Even if we die, we die fighting!"

Good and Evil Demon Emperor shook his head. He had already seen the outcome of Saint Son of the Soul Race and the others, and said: "Alright, I'll go first.

Saint Son of the Soul Race and the rest did not want to live, he did not want to die!

Saint Son of the Soul Race said: "You can go now, thank you for everything you have done for my Soul Clan. If there is a chance in the future, my Soul Clan will definitely repay you!"

"Sigh ?"

Good and Evil Demon Emperor sighed and flew off.

He felt that he had completely failed.

The Soul Clan was so powerful, and yet he had already reached this step. If he still wanted to help the Soul Clan obtain victory, his only hope was to revive the Soul Clan Ancestor.

From now on, he would continue to wait for the Soul Clan Ancestor to revive!

If Soul Clan Ancestor revived, she would still be unable to kill off Chen Mo and the others. From today onwards, he would learn from yuppie and not deal with Chen Mo anymore.

Starting from the Great minor world, to the Holy Dao Realm, it was not his first or second time fighting with Chen Mo.

Good and Evil Demon Emperor leisurely flew away from the concealment array and disappeared.

Saint Son of the Soul Race, looked down at Soul Race Cultivator, and released a hysterical roar, roaring: "Where is my Soul Race Cultivator?"

The Soul Race Cultivator s below did not reply, but some of them slowly stood up.

"Where is my Soul Race Cultivator?"

Saint Son of the Soul Race continuously roared out explosively. Finally, all of them stood up and looked at Saint Son of the Soul Race.

Saint Son of the Soul Race roared again: "Where is my Soul Race Cultivator!"

"Here!"

"Here!"2

"Here!"

The Soul Race Cultivator slowly erupted into cheers, the cheers becoming louder and louder until they finally gathered and roared out loud.

At this moment, Soul Race Cultivator had recovered some dignity, some self-respect, and some pride!

Saint Son of the Soul Race said: "My Soul Clan is not afraid of death. If we want to die, we must die on the road to war. This time, Your Highness will lead you all back to Justice Alliance and fight a battle to the death with my Justice Alliance!"

"Fight to the death!"

The Soul Race Cultivator s all roared.

The most precious thing about the Soul Clan was its unity and loyalty.

Even if they knew that there was only death waiting for them, they were still loyal to the Soul Clan and the leader of the Soul Clan.

"Kill!"

The Saint Son of the Soul Race let out a loud roar and led the Soul Race Cultivator out of the concealment array, preparing to attack the Justice Alliance.

The Soul Clan was densely packed, after all the millions of cultivators came out, they all flew out with afterimages, their speed was extremely fast, the fierce wind was already one step ahead of them.

Saint Son of the Soul Race's mouth revealed a trace of a bitter smile.

At this moment, his heart had died!

The people who came, needless to say, do not even need to look to know that it was Chen Mo and the rest!

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