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In Zixuan Valley, a large amount of Zixuan wood is planted here. Zixuan wood is usually used to refine fire-type treasures. There is a cultivation base in the middle stage of refining.

On this day, he was diving in the secret room.

A sound transmission flew in and landed in front of him.

He hurriedly retracted the effort, opened his mouth and spurted a black light, hitting the sound transmission, and a panicked male voice sounded: "The big thing is bad, Elder Meng, the children of the Qinglian Wang family attacked Zixuangu."

"The Qinglian Royal Family!"

Meng Hao sighed in his heart, the Qinglian Royal Family is the most powerful affiliated family of Zhenhai Palace. For no reason, how could they send someone to attack the stronghold controlled by the Orcs? And it is far away from the Human Race. It is useless to send a small group of troops. If so, it is difficult not to be discovered by other strongholds of the Orcs.

He quickly took out a message board with a flickering black light, entered a magic formula, and asked in a deep voice, "How many enemies are there? How's your cultivation?"

"The seven cultivators are all sound cultivators. Some of the clansmen have fallen into an illusion. We can't stop it. Elder Meng comes out soon, ah..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a miserable man's cry, vaguely mixed with a huge explosion.

Meng Hao's face sank, and he rushed out of the residence quickly, and a burst of cheerful music came to his ears.

He hurriedly flew into the sky, and was surprised to find that seven monks from the Wang family were playing music outside Zixuan Valley, led by Wang Guangqi.

There are seven Yin Xiu in the Void Refinement Stage, four men and three women, and there are three people in the middle stage of the Void Refinement Clan.

Their goal was to take this stronghold. For Yinxiu, the most feared thing was that the enemy would hide in the stronghold and not come out.

A seven-color treasured umbrella with a flash of aura floated above their heads, and a seven-color ray of light hung down, covering the seven of them.

Wang Guangqi and nine people held musical instruments, jade flute, flute, guqin, pipa, guzheng, small drum and erhu. Sound waves of different colors swept out one after another, and went straight to Zixuan Valley, the music continued.

A red light curtain covered Zixuangu. There was a flame pattern on the surface of the light curtain. The sound wave hit the red light curtain, and there was a muffled sound, and the red light curtain rippled.

The orcs below Lianxu have different expressions, either laughing, or showing a hideous face, or crying, or even more, killing the same clan.

Meng Hao's face became ugly. It was the first time he encountered such a situation, and it was also the first time he had fought against high-level Yinxiu. Big nemesis.

"Quickly send someone to the Wuguang Mountains for help."

Meng Hao ordered.

For no reason, it is impossible for the Wang family cultivators to attack them. It is very likely that a racial war has broken out. After thousands of years of recuperation, the strength of the human race has increased a lot.

In the past, the racial wars were basically launched by the Jinghuo clan or the Yasha clan, and it was rare for the human race to take the initiative to launch a racial war.

…

Jinling Ridge, a stronghold controlled by the orcs.

A huge golden light curtain covers hundreds of thousands of miles, and there is a golden antelope pattern on the surface of the golden light curtain.

Wang Guangming and other five cultivators urged the flying swords to attack the golden light curtain.

"Five Elements Killing Spirit Sword Formation! Get up."

Wang Guangming shouted loudly!

Wang Guangming's five-person sword art changed, and five thick sword lights of different colors swept out, merged into one, turned into a huge five-color sword light, and slashed towards the golden light curtain.

With a loud bang, the golden light curtain shook violently, and the aura dimmed.

Inside the golden light curtain, a big man in a blue shirt with a bear head and a body turned pale in shock, and quickly injected the array into the array plate. The golden light curtain lit up with a dazzling golden light and returned to normal.

The five Wang Guangming stretched out their palms and placed their palms against each other. More than 30 flying swords with sparkling lights condensed into a giant sword with five-color aura, and they slashed towards the golden light curtain.

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, the golden light curtain shattered like a bubble, and the giant sword was like a rainbow.

The giant swords scattered to the sky, turned into more than 30 flying swords with flashing light, and went straight to the orc monks.

For a time, screams continued, and a famous orc was smashed by Feijian.

…

The Wuguang Mountains stretch for hundreds of millions of miles, and the spiritual energy is abundant. There is a seventh-order spiritual vein and a medium-sized Wuguang jade mine. The orcs have sent two integrated monks to sit in the town, and Xiong Hao is the leader.

In the conference hall, Xiong Hao and a leopard-headed young woman in a purple dress sat on the main seat, and more than a dozen orcs from the Void Refinement Stage sat on both sides with solemn expressions.

"The Wang family sent experts to attack our stronghold, and reinforcements are urgently needed."

A big man in a golden shirt with the head of a pig reported.

"This is a plan to move the tiger away from the mountain, or to withdraw the manpower from various strongholds and stick to the Wuguang Mountains. This stronghold is very important, and there must be no mistakes."

The woman in the purple dress suggested.

This suggestion has been recognized by many orc monks. The Wang family is aggressive. They don't want to fight with the Wang family, and it is better to stick to waiting for help.

Xiong Hao was about to say something when a deafening roar sounded, and the entire council room shook violently.

"Send someone to report to the clan, ask for support, follow me out to see, stick to waiting for help, here is a seventh-order formation, it's not so easy to be broken."

Xiong Hao ordered.

They asked the seventh-order formation mage of the Jinghuo tribe to help arrange the seventh-order formation. The defense was strong. The integrated cultivator personally controlled the formation. The ten integrated cultivators joined forces to attack, and it was not so easy to break the formation.

They acted separately, a group of people went to report for help, and a group of people followed Xiong Hao out of the council room.

Outside the Wuguang Mountains, Wang Yidao, Wang Lihe, and Wang Huayue were attacking a five-color light curtain. The sword light and the knife light hit the five-color light curtain one after another, and there was a muffled sound.

Orcs have strong physical bodies, and it is difficult for ordinary attacks to seriously injure Orcs monks. The Wang family chose Jianxiu and Yinxiu to deal with Orcs monks.

"True Lord Crazy Blade!"

Xiong Hao's expression froze when he saw Wang Yidao.

The information hall of the orcs is also collecting the information of the human race. The Wang family has developed rapidly in recent years. The orcs have collected the information of the Wang family. Xiong Hao knows Wang Yidao.

Wang Yidao didn't talk nonsense, he slashed at the five-color light curtain, and with a harsh sound of breaking the air, a golden lacquered sword light swept out and slashed on top of the five-color light curtain, and the five-color light curtain shook slightly a moment.

Xiong Hao's face sank, and he quickly took out a five-color array plate and entered a magic formula.

This is the territory of the Orcs. When the large army arrives, the Wang family cultivator will surely die. There is no need to rush out to meet the enemy, just stick to it and wait for help.

Just then, there was a deafening loud noise, vaguely mixed with the sound of an alarm.

"No, there is an enemy teleported over."

Accompanied by a miserable cry, a large red flame swept out, drowning the figures of dozens of orcs, screaming again and again.

Wang Yingjie and Liu Hongxue flew out of the flames with indifferent expressions.

They didn't talk nonsense, and immediately cast spells to attack the integrated monks of the orc race.

Wang Yingjie summoned the dharma image, pinched the dharma formula, the human-shaped phantom slapped his right hand toward the void, and a large five-colored hand emerged out of nowhere and slapped Xiong Hao.

Liu Hongxue also summoned the dharma image, and the woman's phantom spewed a red flame and went straight to the young woman in the purple skirt.

At the same time, Wang Yidao and the three of them stepped up their offensive, and the five-color light curtain shook slightly, causing ripples.

The explosions continued, mixed with screams vaguely.