Chapter 1813 Martial Law

During this year, after Ning Tianlin learned the specific coordinates of each branch from the combat power system, the two did not delay for a moment and rushed all the way.

Except for the extremely harsh environment problems that forced them to walk, the rest of the time they chose to fly at low altitude.

Today's division of Hun Cang is also the last of the eight branches of the Mosha Clan. At this moment, the other seven branches are all dead silent except for the broken buildings left after being affected by the powerful combat energy.

Every time he arrived at a branch, the first thing Ning Tianlin had to do was to use super stealth to sneak into the branch, and then use the formation to completely cover the branch, isolating it from any information from the outside world.

After doing this, he rushed in first, specifically killing the leaders of the most powerful branches. After succeeding, he and Wu Daoxuan killed the remaining members who were already frightened one by one.

With their lineup, none of the above seven branches could compete with them, and they were all killed.

If the strong men in the eight branches were given the opportunity to gather together, it is estimated that the two of them would have to temporarily avoid their sharp edge, and then find an opportunity to slowly take action. After all, if the number of strong men in these eight tribes is added together, it would be too many.

In addition to destroying each branch, all the scattered soldiers of the Magic Sand Clan that they met along the way also had the same fate as those branch members. Before they had time to send out any help signals, they were completely killed by the two of them under the power of thunder.

While constantly exchanging for essence-replenishing pills from the combat power system, the two of them continued to move forward without stopping. In addition to fighting, they were on the way to fight.

There were about 600 Lords of the Universe in total, all of whom were turned into food in the belly of the Ten Thousand Races Centipede. Among them, there were more than 70 Lords of the Universe Nine-stage Magic Sand Clan generals.

Not to mention the treasures in the space rings of these Magic Sand Clan members, the crazy wealth accumulated in those branches over hundreds of millions of years was already extremely abundant.

All of these were not surprisingly collected by Ning Tianlin into the space ring. Nothing was left except for the broken jade and broken jade.

During this year, the battle record was rich, which made Ning Tianlin's energy points reach an extremely terrifying number again.

"The eight tribes are indeed the backbone of the Mosha tribe, but there is only this small group left, haha."

Wu Daoxuan couldn't help but sighed. Each branch was commanded by ten universe masters of the ninth stage. This kind of strength should have been as solid as a rock, but they were destroyed one by one under Ning Tianlin's terrifying means, and only this last one was left.

"Senior Wu, the eighth Hun Cang branch has arrived." Ning Tianlin said, turning his eyes to the front.

Hearing this, Wu Daoxuan's face became cautious, and his eyes swept across the towering city wall not far away. On the city wall, dozens of Mosha soldiers were patrolling with sharp weapons.

With sharp eyes, they carefully scanned every direction they could see. Any creature that was not from the Demon Sand Clan would be killed by them if it broke in.

A team of the Demon Sand Clan was patrolling in the designated area, leaving a trail of footsteps wherever the team passed.

"Where are you looking? Everyone, be alert. Anyone who dares to slack off will be executed by military law!"

Facing the strong wind of the desert, a captain of the Demon Sand Clan who seemed to be leading the team shook the sharp weapon in his hand and cursed.

"Captain, what's going on? Why did our Hun Cang branch suddenly start martial law during this period? No one is allowed to go out?"

A soldier of the Demon Sand Clan asked in confusion, his eyes flashing in the empty desert. He had already rotated several shifts. In the past, he patrolled twice a day, morning, noon and evening, but during this period, he patrolled five shifts every day.

Hearing the soldier's question, more than a dozen soldiers nearby also cast their eyes on the captain of the team in confusion.

Obviously, they were not in a very high position, and they did not know what the leaders above meant. They just followed orders.

"Hmph, what's the matter? I'll scare you to death if I tell you."

"It's been several months, and none of the soldiers sent out by our branch have come back. This has never happened before."

Because he was the captain, he always knew more other news than these soldiers, and he also liked to show off in front of them.

After saying that, looking at the soldiers who also had incredible eyes, he paused and continued to speak proudly.

"Moreover, according to the intelligence above, it seems that the Lingcang branch closest to us can no longer be contacted..." The leading captain snorted coldly with a slightly gloomy face.

Hearing this, the faces of the surrounding Mosha soldiers suddenly changed. The soldiers sent out did not come back, perhaps because they were delayed by something temporarily, but they could not contact the Lingcang tribe. How could this be possible?

You know, although each tribe does not interfere with each other and has few contacts with each other, each branch is guarded by ten ninth-level generals of the Lord of the Universe. How is it possible that they can't get in touch with each other?

"So, during this period, we are in a period of martial law, and we are all protecting you. And I also got the news that the leader of our branch, General Cang She, who was sent to Lingcang Branch, has not returned yet."

The soldiers around all know the terrifying strength of General Cang She. He is the second person besides the leader. Even if he went there and never returned, it would be a bit unreasonable.

"Also, our leader has gone to the headquarters to find the clan leader. At the fastest, he should be able to arrive in three days."

When talking about the clan leader, the leader of the Mosha clan had a madman-like piety on his face, as if that was the god in his heart.

"As long as our leader can get to the headquarters safely, the clan leader will have a way to solve these problems.

"Wait until the clan leader gathers all the strong men in our clan. No matter what race invades, they will never return and regret provoking our Mosha clan."

"At that time, we will no longer need martial law here. You should all work harder and hold on for a few more days. "

The leading captain laughed helplessly, raised his head, looked at the deserted desert in front of him, scanned it carefully again, waved his hand, and shouted.