Chapter 639

Watching the two saints lead the saints of Jie Tian Peak to leave one after another, the Green Alien Emperor was somewhat puzzled, not sure what they were going to do.

They just launched a surprise attack, caused some casualties to their alien race, and then quickly retreated.

Although there were some casualties on his side, they were not seriously injured.

Unable to figure out the problem, he had to retreat to Wansi Fortress and ordered his subordinates to patrol strictly to prevent the people of Jie Tian Peak from raiding again.

Recently, it was a critical moment for whether the whole tribe could really invade Tianhan Continent, and nothing could be lost.

But he didn't expect that among his countless subordinates, there was already an uncontrollable existence.

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Mo Fan slowly retreated into Wansi Fortress with countless alien races.

The whole process was orderly, but also very lively.

The communication method of these alien races was different from that of the creatures on Tianhan Continent.

They communicated through the vibration of a certain frequency through the soul and mental power.

After changing into their appearance, Mo Fan also understood their communication method.

The Seventy-two Transformations are a magical power far beyond the Heavenly Rank Martial Arts. They have incredible effects and can be almost completely imitated.

He found that these alien races were very fanatical and murderous.

Even when they were retreating, they were still clamoring to charge into the Tianhan Continent and eat a dozen Martial Emperors.

The Wansi Castle was a desolate scene. It was called a castle, but in fact, there were almost no other buildings except a circle of walls.

It was extremely empty inside.

The alien races did not live in houses. They rested in nests. The cold air came out from the ground, which made Mo Fan feel uncomfortable.

But those alien races cheered and jumped in the cave, so excited.

They seemed to have no family affection. The tragic death of their own race in the battle did not make them feel sad.

It seemed that dying in battle was a matter of course.

Mo Fan could not understand how such an emotionless race was born and multiplied.

They even devoured their own race to strengthen themselves.

Sometimes he would see two alien ghosts enjoying the cold in a cave one second ago, and the stronger one would hold the other tightly in the next second.

Something like a tentacle pierced into the other's body and absorbed all its strength.

The held ghost struggled desperately, but in the end, its soul was scattered.

The powerful ghost became stronger.

The surrounding aliens were also accustomed to this, and did not try to stop it, but instead looked at it covetously.

If most of them were not as strong as that ghost, they would have rushed up to share a piece of the pie.

This situation was common in the Ten Thousand Deaths Castle, and as the master of the Ten Thousand Deaths Castle, the Green Alien Emperor did not stop it.

It seemed that it was natural for aliens to become stronger by devouring, and it didn't matter whether they were enemies or tribesmen.

"This Ten Thousand Deaths Castle is not a city at all, it is clearly an abyss without moral bottom line." Mo Fan was secretly shocked in his heart.

Mo Fan couldn't find "his home". He didn't say anything, but just wandered around, observing the planning of the Wansibao as much as possible, looking for weaknesses that were easy to break.

Prepare for a large-scale counterattack on the alien world in the future.

He exuded the aura of a sixth-grade martial saint, which was considered relatively powerful in the entire Wansibao.

Although his behavior was relatively strange, no one dared to stop him or ask him, but provided him with some convenience.

Suddenly, a green giant leg slowly dropped from the sky and stopped in front of him.

It was the Green Alien Emperor!

Mo Fan's heart tightened. Was he discovered?

However, he believed in the magic of the seventy-two transformations and did not show any abnormal behavior. He was alert in his heart and prepared to fight at any time.

"You, follow me to the temple."

The Green Alien Emperor conveyed spiritual thoughts, which was a low-frequency resonance. That breath made Mo Fan's soul vibrate.

He was moved in his heart. It turned out that he didn't find himself.

Not only that, he also wanted to take himself to the temple.

This was exactly the purpose of his coming here.

He immediately expressed his excitement for the pilgrimage and was willing to follow the Green Alien Emperor.

The Green Alien Emperor motioned him to follow him, and then he turned around in the Ten Thousand Deaths Castle. There were nine more ghosts behind him, with strength above the fifth-grade martial saint and below the eighth-grade martial saint.

They were even more fanatical than Mo Fan, their entire souls were trembling, and no ghost hesitated, all of them were full of glory.

The Green Alien Emperor took the lead and flew in front, with a giant green leg that almost spanned half of the castle.

Wherever he passed, countless ghosts knelt and worshiped.

Mo Fan and ten other ghosts followed behind him and flew all the way to the depths of the alien world.

Mixed in with the ten ghosts, Mo Fan carefully observed the environment of the entire alien world.

The deeper he went, the stronger the evil aura of this world became. It was deserted and lifeless.

This vast land was barren, no ghosts lived, and there was not even a small tribe.

It seemed that all the ghosts gathered at the seven cracks, intent on attacking, and there was no one stationed in the territory behind them.

The gloomy environment, empty of everything, made Mo Fan feel like he was walking in the underworld.

Including the other nine ghosts, they were all martial saints above the fifth rank, and they were extremely fast.

The Green Alien Emperor did not pause at all, leading the way at a very fast speed.

The long-distance attack lasted for more than an hour.

Mo Fan finally arrived at the destination.

A temple covering a large area, made entirely of black materials, with no lights.

This is the second building that Mo Fan has seen in the entire alien world besides the Ten Thousand Deaths Castle.

As the distance gets closer, the ghosts around him release a kind of excitement and enthusiasm.

Their two eye-like light spots keep flashing red light, and their bodies tremble constantly.

Mo Fan imitates their appearance and also forms a pilgrim posture.

"You are finally here." A low voice sounded in the temple.

Then a huge figure flew out of the temple.

Mo Fan saw the person coming, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, the other six alien emperors are all here.

Including the Red Alien Emperor who was seriously injured by him, the Yellow Alien Emperor and the Orange Alien Emperor who were rumored to have been killed by Pingtian Dasheng and others, and the Blue Alien Emperor who was seriously injured, all of them are in this list.

Behind them, there are also ten ghosts above the fifth-grade martial saint.

"They are not dead!" Mo Fan was shocked.

Not only are they not dead, but judging from their breath, there is no sign of serious injury.

"Come in quickly, our god needs help." The eyes of the Purple Alien Emperor flickered.

Among the seven alien emperors, only he was a complete human being, but he seemed a little transparent and erratic, like a soul.

Mo Fan felt a strong soul fluctuation from him that the other alien emperors had never felt.

The other six alien emperors were the head, body and limbs.

Upon hearing this, the Green Alien Emperor stepped on the ground and followed Mo Fan and the others in.