Looking at the back of Qingyang Huan blocking in front of her, the smile on the corner of the Holy Face Heavenly Maiden's mouth was as bright as a flower, the purple skirt danced, and the bright red blood bloomed with brilliance, which was incomprehensible.

It's good to be back.

Previously, it was rumored in the ruins that Qingyang Huan was trapped in the ruins of the netherworld and her life and death were unknown, and she didn't believe it.

Qingyang Huan stepped forward, his eyes were like a cluster of murderous intent in his eyes, at this moment, in the darkness of the Divine Desolate Domain, all beings were shocked, the beasts were dormant, and the emperor was mighty, threatening time and space.

The palace master of the Terran God King's Palace!

In the darkness, a strong man exclaimed, compared to his identity as the first Haobo, at most he had a prestige in the land of the human race, and what shocked the heavens was the name of the palace master of the God King.

The Terran God King Palace shook time and space and shocked all worlds.

Even now, the warriors of all races can vaguely know the power of the God King Palace from the classics that have been sporadically handed down over the years, and the God King sits in the Netherworld, standing side by side with the Human Emperor, slaughtering the emperor against the sky, destroying the emperor against the sky, and breaking the heavens and the universe.

It was at the end of this era that the human race rebuilt the God King Palace, and restarted the luck title system, which naturally attracted the attention of too many people.

In the darkness, he showed a slightly gloomy and uncertain look, but he didn't dare to burst out his qi too much, and soon hid in the depths, not wanting to participate in this unknown expedition.

......

"Die!"

The sword light flashed, and in the void, a god of death was dancing, waving the scythe of death, constantly dancing, harvesting the vitality of the world, and the ghost sorrow knife emperor held a dark moon scimitar in his hand, and the stars above the shadow of the knife flowed, and the ups and downs of the moon were in the moon.

"You actually came out of the ruins of the netherworld. ”

A pair of eyes were like yin stars, flickering gloomy, and the voice of the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor was a little gloomy.

According to what those people said, it was impossible for Qing Yanghuan to come out of the Netherworld Ruins, and now not only did he come out, but the murderous intent in his eyes also made him feel a little chilled.

Miscalculated.

Holding the Stygian Moon Scimitar in his hand, he reflected a vast ghost land, one tomb after another undulating in the ghost land, and the god of death floated.

"It's a miracle that you've cultivated to the Emperor Realm!"

In the sky above the shattered Futian Land, Qingyang Huan stared at the Ghost Emperor in front of him, and the killing in his eyes converged.

"What!"

The Ghost Emperor groaned lightly, and he felt the sneer on the corner of Qingyang Huan's mouth.

"The wild ghost wandering in the world of ruins, what gave you the guts to let you participate in the conquest of my human race, a dog who is not self-sufficient!"

"Bastard!"

The Ghost Emperor roared angrily, and he, who had always been unfazed, flashed a trace of panic in his eyes.

Yes, there is no race behind him for a long time, even if he has cultivated to the Emperor Realm, and in the eyes of ordinary martial artists, he is always a ghost and a wild ghost, and in front of the real race, it is nothing at all.

This time I really miscalculated, and I was bewitched by those warriors.

For a moment, he had an urge to retreat.

"Today, the emperor has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, so he will give up. ”

"Dog thing, did I let you go!"

Behind Qingyang Huan, a large area of falling chaos surrounds, a same thunder divine tree rooted in the depths of nothingness, thunder for the leaves spread all over the sky, thunder spirit leaves dance for nine days, a blazing divine sun was born from the thunder, suspended above the nine heavens, slowly turning, the vicissitudes of time flowed out.

"The power of the sun!"

The sun was shining, and suddenly there was a sound between the heavens and the earth, and the ghost energy surrounding the sky was constantly melting, and the ghost shadow was also melting.

"God King Palace Master, don't deceive the ghosts too much!"

The Ghost Emperor roared, and then the scimitar in his hand slashed down in the air, this time the sound of the knife was long, and in the dim world of returning to the ruins, countless knives rang out in unison, triggering a vision of the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty.

Between heaven and earth, the majestic emperor's body disappeared, and was replaced by a dark moon scimitar, wanting to split the entire heaven and earth.

Boom!

In an instant, the scimitar had already fallen in front of Qing Yang Huan, and at the same time, the Dao Law Divine Light in Qing Yang Huan's hand bloomed, and the Law Divine Chain was concluded, and both hands were pushed out, holding the scimitar of Zhenluo.

Click!

A burst of breath burst out, the scimitar trembled, cracks were born in the body of the knife, a large area of gray ghostly qi poured out like a giant waterfall, and a terrified roar resounded in the chaotic heaven and earth.

"Ah......h

The scimitar shattered, and all the sword sounds in the heavens and the earth fell silent at once, and at the end of the darkness, a ghost figure reappeared, filled with panic and rout, and the entire ghost body seemed to be tightened, constantly twitching.

"Dog, I said you can't go, wade through this troubled water, just stay. ”

Bang!

Qingyang Huan stepped forward, purple light burst out, crashing through the chaotic world of ruins, and the void where it passed continued to explode, and the power that burst out was like a meteor shower, raging this void over and over again.

The Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor in front of him was shrouded in a thick black light, as if he was integrated with the darkness, and everywhere he passed, there was a faint god of death wielding a sickle, sheltering in all directions.

"Terran, today is my ghost who doesn't know how to lift, if there is a human race in the future, this emperor will retreat. ”

Rumble!

Accompanied by the shout of the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor, a purple gold divine light evolved into the Heavenly Dao Rhyme, which was imprinted on its back, and then the power of the sun suspended behind Qingyang Huan went along the piercing Ghost Emperor, rolling away.

In the months before he left Haoyuan, he was locked up in the dormitory with the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden, not doing shameful things day and night, but really evolving the two qi of yin and yang, and constantly blending the chaotic yin and yang thunderwood for the acquired nature of the Shengyan small world.

The innate yin and yang two qi, the power of the yin evolves the yin and the shadow, and the power of the sun evolves the sun candle, which is the innate deity born from the most primitive yin and yang qi of heaven and earth.

The two gods were not the same as the gods of ancient times, and they didn't even belong to the same level at all.

rumble

The ghost emperor's body exploded violently, evolving into a sky full of yin qi, in which a big python bit and intertwined with each other, turning into the appearance of a ghost emperor again thousands of miles away, with horror in his eyes.

"Terran, do you really want to die?"

"If you want to die endlessly, you are not qualified yet!"

Between the words, Qingyang Huan had already appeared not far from the Ghost Emperor, and in the Divine Sun on the Chaos Yang Thunder Wood behind him, a hazy figure was derived, and under the scorching heat of the sun, the Ghost Emperor felt that he had a tendency to melt.

With the cultivation of the powerhouse of the Qingyang Huan Emperor Realm, the hazy god form illuminated by the sun candle that evolved, the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor had a feeling of being unbearable.

"Reincarnation Ghost Blade!"

Feeling the killing in Qingyang Huan's eyes, the Ghost Emperor knew that he was difficult to be good, his hands were empty, and two Stygian Moon scimitars manifested in his hands, outlining a phantom of an ancient ghost god behind him.

The origin of the ghost race is very early, much earlier than the human race, the first generation of the ghost race in the legend, or the evolution of the broken soul of the god race, because it was contaminated with the spirit of the netherworld and turned into a ghost, and later took the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring as the clan land, and gradually gathered into a huge group.

Therefore, the first ancestor of the ghost clan is known as the ghost god.

Behind the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor, a ghost god was like a god of death who really hooked the soul, opened a pair of eyes, and fell on Qingyang Huan's body.

The moment these eyes burst out, the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor slashed horizontally with both hands, turning into a cross sword shadow between heaven and earth, cutting horizontally.

Airplanes!

In an instant, a wisp of blazing purple light bloomed at the center of Qingyang Huan's eyebrows, and a purple three-clawed true dragon roared in the void, and the momentum on his body suddenly began to rise, and the terrifying aura swept the four sides of the world, as if there was no end.

"God King Title!"

"Legend has it that in ancient times, the strong man of the human race blessed the fortune of the human race, and attacked the emperor against the sky, and the people of the heavens and all worlds were panicked. ”

......

In the dimness, feeling the purple light seal suspended above Qingyang Huan's head, a three-clawed Qi Luck True Dragon hit the nine heavens, and some strong people exclaimed, their wills were intertwined, and they stared intently at the purple light in the dimness.

Boom!

The qi luck seal at the center of the eyebrows was blazing, and the pupils of Qingyang Huan's eyes were rendered dark purple, and his hands waved, as if pushing the world-shaking mill, making a rumbling sound.

Behind him, the hazy shadow of the sun candle shook the heavens and the earth with his fist, like the eternal light in this dim world.

Thundered!

For a while, the god form behind the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor and Qingyang Huan collided together, directly shaking the time and space in the Divine Desolate Domain, and in the ancient dim world, it was like a divine war broke out.

Click!

The knife marks collapsed in a pair of big hands, and Qingyang Huan's big hands pierced through the chaos and were imprinted on the body of the Ghost Emperor.

"Hurt my wife, you pay with your life!"

Click!

The next moment, his hands shook the neck of the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor like divine pincers, twisted it off, and the headless emperor's body shook, crashing through the darkness of the sky, tearing the void, and rushing into the depths of the Divine Desolate Domain.

"You're ......!"

The emperor's body disappeared, and the ghost and god phantom derived from the back of the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor completely collapsed, his eyes showed horror, and he felt the sense between himself and his body disappearing rapidly.

"Where did you send our Emperor Body into!"

Carrying the head of the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor, Qingyang Huan's eyes looked towards the dim crack that had been cracked for thousands of miles, and it took a few breaths before he withdrew his eyes, revealing a touch of coldness in his eyes.

"Don't!"

The Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor was completely frightened, a pair of eyes showed panic, and the induction between him and his emperor body completely disappeared, and he only had a head left.

"No ......"

After a few breaths, after an unwilling roar, the news of the complete brilliance in the eyes of the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor turned into ashes.

Carrying his head back to the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden, Qingyang Huan's head was thrown at the feet of the Holy Yan.

"It's a pity, someone intervened halfway. ”

The big hand pressed on the shoulder of the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden, and the blood and qi poured into her delicate body, expelling the sword qi left over from the previous Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor, the Holy Face is not an emperor realm now, and it is still a little troublesome for the ghost qi of a ghost emperor to completely dispel it.

"I'm not a weak woman. ”

Muttering, Sheng Yan leaned close to Qing Yanghuan, her jade lips pursed, and she seemed to be very dissatisfied with Qing Yanghuan still looking down on her like this.

"Palace Master. ”

At this time, the terrifying void crack that had been cracked before, and in the crack that devoured the body of the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor, a streamer rushed out and came to Qingyang Huan, revealing the figure of the Lord of the Heavens.

"The Ghost Emperor's body has disappeared, and I can't detect the slightest qi at all, it seems that this is the mastermind behind the destruction of my Futian. ”

Looking at the space-time crack that was slowly healing in the distance, Qing Yanghuan shook his head lightly, since it appeared once, then don't really want to hide in the shadows, if you can't catch it this time, it doesn't mean that you can't catch it next time.

"They'll come back, don't worry, it's not so easy to leave next time. ”

"Thank you, Madame, for protecting me from the Futian clan. ”

At this moment, Fu Tian's eyes fell on the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden, and she bowed her head slightly, but she was so frightened that the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden was delicate and turned sideways, hiding behind half of Qingyang Huan's shoulder.

"Emperor Futian has broken his holy face. ”

Although she protected the people of the Futian clan, she also understood that the emperor realm was always the emperor realm, and today's gift of the Futian clan lord may have an element of gratitude, but it can't be said that there is no reason for Ah Huan.

She doesn't like this kind of reverence, and she doesn't need to have a nest saint.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly poked out his jade hand behind Qingyang Huan and twisted it fiercely, blaming this guy.

"The Futian Clan Lord should go and see the clansmen first. ”

The next moment, Qingyang Huan's figure holding the Holy Face Heavenly Maiden disappeared into the sky above the dilapidated Futian Land.

......

On the ruins of a ruined continent 30,000 miles away.

"Ah......h

Two immortal rainbows flew up in the air and smashed heavily on the ruins, and suddenly this continent that had been floating in the world of the ruins for an unknown number of years was completely torn apart and turned into a cloud of smoke and dust.

In the billowing smoke and dust, the fairy skirts of the two were messy, and the corners of their mouths were stained with blood.

Looking at the miserable appearance of the flowing clouds and tassels in the chaos, Qing Yanghuan's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Although Sheng Yan has followed him all these years, his strength is not obvious, and after experiencing the baptism of the Thunder Tribulation Spirit Hall and the baptism of the innate small world, his strength has also entered the quasi-emperor level, but he still can't really compete with the powerhouses of the Emperor Realm.

This time she went out to Haoyuan and came to protect the Futian clan, she naturally understood that her strength was not enough, so she recalled the human demon iron horse to protect Haoyuan, and even let the flowing cloud tassel accompany her.

This is the reason why Qingyang Huan, who had just returned, revealed his murderous intent in the darkness, these two people dared to ignore the crisis of Shengyan, and let Shengyan face the powerhouse of the Emperor Realm alone, and he was injured, and he had no pity for others.

As a slave, you should have the mind of a slave, this time it is too presumptuous.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Ahem......"

This blow, Qingyang Huan's strength is not heavy, the corners of Liuyun and Tassel's mouth are against blood, the fairy spirit in the delicate body dances wildly, Liuyun and Tassel have resentment in their eyes, staring at Qingyang Huan deadly.

Life and death are in the hands of Qingyang Huan, where do they really dare to let the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden fall into a dead situation, but they are just deliberately making the strong people in the Emperor Realm suffer a little.

It's just that I didn't expect Qingyang Huan to rush back suddenly, and I also saw the scene where the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden was pressed and beaten by the Ghost Sorrow Sword Emperor, and their sisters hid in the darkness not far away, so they had this heavy blow.

At that time, Qingyang Huan had not yet been promoted to the Emperor Realm, and forcibly took the two sisters under his command, thinking that one day they would be able to be ashamed, but with Qing Yang Huan's promotion to the Emperor Realm, the power on his body became more and more blazing, which also made the two sisters have a fear in their hearts.

"Next time, I will completely destroy the Flowing Cloud Immortal Sect, and no one will be left!"

Staring coldly at Liuyun and Tassel, Qing Yanghuan's voice was cold, making the two sisters' delicate bodies tremble subconsciously.

"Humph!"

Subsequently, Qingyang Huan took the Holy Face Heavenly Maiden towards the Futian City Lord's Mansion, leaving behind the two sisters of the Immortal Clan who were messy in the chaotic void.

"Sister, one day I will double my shame today!"

Tassel stared at Qing Yanghuan's departing figure hatefully, his tone was cold, exuding a sword sound.

Looking at the little sister in front of her, her silver teeth were clenched, the corners of her tassels shouted blood, and she showed a wry smile, this time it was too coincidental, Qingyang Huan came back too timely, and their sisters were about to make a move.

If Shengyan really fell into that Ghost Emperor, their sisters would definitely be buried with them, not only that, but the remaining disciples of the Liuyun Immortal Sect would also be all martyred, and this human race man was really ruthless.

"Sister, the Trapping Immortal Sword has been rioting more and more recently, I'm afraid that the real owner of the Trapping Immortal Sword has appeared, maybe it's very close to us. ”

The two sisters once again stared hatefully in the direction of Fu Tianlu and headed in the direction of the Liuyun Immortal Sect.

"Little sister, let it go, the artifact is obscure, there have been a lot of creations in your hands over the years, the four swords of Zhuxian are too deep in cause and effect, and if you don't let go, you will hurt yourself. ”

......

Futianlu.

The 100,000-mile radius of Futian Land was completely destroyed by the Ghost Emperor's sword, if it weren't for the Great Array of Protectors in the sky above the City Lord's Mansion, then the opportunity of the Futian clan would have completely fallen.

The Futian clan has a large array of protectors, but the warriors of all races gathered in the city are not so lucky, first of all, the seven ghosts of the underworld, under the momentum of the ghost sorrow sword emperor, the momentum of the burst, the ten thousand warriors in the entire Futian City are not one, and the corpse is not a lie.

For such a scene, Qingyang Huan, like the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden, did not say too much, most of the martial artists who roamed in the Guiru World were all martial artists who had no tribe and relied on them, living a day and every day, and sympathy was not worth much to them.

"Palace Master, I'm afraid these people want to use my Futian clan as a threat to attract the strong people of the human race to come to help. ”

In the dilapidated hall, Qingyang Huan and Fu Tianque leaned on the three-legged stone chair like this.

"It's just that they probably didn't calculate that Madame would come in person, and that we would come out of the Netherworld Ruins. ”

At this moment, Qingyang Huan had already learned from Sheng Yan that the Flame Sanctuary had been uprooted in the branch halls of the various god domains in the Guiru World, and it could be said that the accumulation of hundreds of years had been destroyed in one fell swoop, but fortunately, the hall masters of each hall had entered the Netherworld ruins with him and had not been severely damaged.

"These people wanted to use the branch of the Flame Temple as a threat, but later found that it was of no value at all, so they cast their eyes on the Futian clan.

At this time, the Holy Face Heavenly Maiden came from outside the hall, her jade feet were light, and she walked on the broken ruins, she had recovered most of it, and her originally pale face had become ruddy.

"Speaking of which, this time it's still me Haoyuan who is ashamed of the Futian clan. ”

The Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden slowly came to Qingyang Huan's side, the green silk was like ink, and her demeanor exuded a general trend.

"Madame doesn't need to say that, the Futian clan has long been under the gate of the Divine King's Palace when the palace master wants to rebuild the Divine King's Palace, as the protector of the Divine King's Palace, and do his part to maintain the dark and dark place of the human race. ”

Looking at Sheng Yan walking slowly, Qingyang Huan's eyes couldn't help but bloom with a bright color, it seems that he has been busy with cultivation and going out all these years, and he has neglected his wife too much.

When he was still a nobody in the Southern Wilderness, Shengyan Kedu relied on his exploits in fighting with foreign races to obtain the royal domain's feudal fiefdom, and he had a war division under his command.

"I've never been as weak as you think. ”

At this time, as the holy face of the pillow person, he noticed Qingyanghuan's strangeness, and suddenly a spiritual fluctuation was transmitted into Qingyanghuan's spiritual world.

"Palace Master, what should we do next, I'm afraid they won't give up!"

Not noticing the small movements of Qingyang Huan and his wife, Fu Tianque asked in a deep voice.

"Since they want to make trouble, then don't blame me for making a big fuss, what a secret, let them steal chickens and rice when the time comes!"

A touch of coldness burst out of his eyes, and Qingyang Huan's murderous intent loomed.

Whether it is the Hanging Mountain or the Asking God Platform, they are just pawns.

Maybe before, they were a huge giant in the Guiru World, but as the human race wanted to enter the Guiru, the immortals and gods also intervened, and these two behemoths in the eyes of the warriors of the Guiru World were just clear water duckweed, without a foundation.

In this situation, both the Hanging Mountain and the Asking God Platform need to find a backer, not only them, but also the other forces in the Guiru World, I am afraid that they have long been panicked and want to find a way out.

"Lord of the Fu Clan, now that the Fu Tianlu has been destroyed, pack up and prepare to go back to Haoyuan with me to settle down for the time being, and then choose another land to live in the Shenmu Domain in the future. ”

"Good. ”

Fu Tianque did not refuse, Fu Tianlu has been destroyed, and Qingyang Huan will inevitably rebuild the God King Palace next, and following in front of Qingyang Huan, it is a better opportunity for Fu Tian's family.

"Ah Huan, where is the emperor?"

After watching Fu Tianque leave the main hall, Sheng Yan raised his face, and his eyes fell on Qingyang Huan.

"I can see it, even if you want to live in peace and don't look for trouble, things will come to you, in this case, instead of passively greeting, it is better to take action directly and take the initiative in your hands. ”

Qing Yang Huan sat on the stone chair, his eyes flashed with coldness, this time the Hanging Mountain of the Underworld Ruins and the Asking God Platform made a move, although he hadn't figured out what secrets were between the two, but it was certain that they all used him as a monkey.

And he also has a feeling that this time he has come out of the ruins of the underworld, they will definitely not give up, since they want to play, then let it go.

"The old man of the Emperor will explain it in the future, and I will try my best to suppress this chaos in the world of returning to the ruins, for fear that the situation will be difficult to control at that time. ”

Thinking of this, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but show a touch of contemplation.

Don’t wait for prosperity to care for the things important to you.

"Ah Huan, we have come through so many things over the years, and Uncle Shi also said that as long as we are worthy of the trillions of human beings, we will have a clear conscience. ”

Feeling the boredom in Qingyang Huan's heart, Sheng Yan gently pressed his skull and said softly.

"I'm going to set up the Divine Palace!"

At this moment, the contemplative Qingyang Huan suddenly opened his eyes, and the killing intent condensed into substance.

"Use their flesh and blood as a sacrifice for humanity!"

......

And at this moment, the distant Shenmu Domain, the periphery of Haoyuan, was full of anger, and the dense crowd outside Haoyuan was full of warriors of all races, waving their weapons one by one and rushing towards Haoyuan.

Kill, kill, kill!

Kill, kill, kill!

The strong evil qi converged into a series of dragons, impacting the sky, almost shaking the void, and in the void outside Haoyuan, the battle camps were crowded with the void, densely packed with dozens of phalanxes.

Countless warriors of all races in these phalanxes crowded together, spears were coming, the battle qi was surging, and the blood color directly turned into a canopy of heaven and spread out.

On the vast void between Haoyuan and these battle camps, a thick layer of blood and bones was paved, and the blood color of the accumulation of blood bones flowed along the cracks in the void towards the unknown space.

Roar! Roar!

On the divine sun outside Haoyuan, a huge true beast let out a terrifying roar, accompanied by countless clan soldiers roaring, and the surging blood qi made the entire void tremble.

Starting from the real beast that Qingyang Huan stole back in the True Dragon Star Domain, with more than a thousand True Dragon Beasts as the core, 300,000 True Beast Cavalry was formed, and at this moment the fangs were shown, and at the front was a cyan King surrounded by cyan.

The great elder Qingyang Jiong's beard danced wildly, and a big spear in his hand continued to burst out with blood that tore the heavens and the earth, and behind him were more than a thousand real dragons with golden light, like gold, and behind him were all kinds of real beasts.

The warriors on the body of the battle calf were covered with thick armor all over their bodies, and the armor made of divine gold wrapped the beasts under the seat as tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes and a large mouth full of fangs.

In order to build this real cavalry, the Qingyang clan has almost been hollowed out over the years, and every knight is a member of the Qingyang clan, and without the blood of the Qingyang clan in his body, he can't become one of them at all.

Kill!

Under the seat of the Great Elder, the True Cavalry King roared, and a round of cyan Great Sun soared into the air, crashing through the frenzy ahead, piercing through the sky, and along this crack the True Cavalry turned into an arrow-shaped array, rushing into the dense array of warriors.

......

Surrounded by dozens of joint ventures on the opposite side of Haoyuan, a palace the size of a star collapsed half of the void, and the huge palace was hung high by the sun, as if forming an independent world.

When he got closer, he could see clearly that this round of the high sun turned out to be a three-legged golden crow, even if the soul was annihilated, the body of 10,000 zhang was still full of vitality, exuding scorching heat and blazing.

"Is the Eighteen Demon Iron Riders really so powerful?"

The sound of thunder resounded in the palace illuminated by the golden crow of the Great Sun, and the golden sword of Kua Kun sat on a throne like a hill, and an equally huge figure below had a wry smile in his eyes.

"Yes. ”

The intestines of Emperor Lieyang, the Lord of the Hanging Mountain, who regretted it at the moment, were blue and purple, what kind of broken ship did he get on.

Originally, I thought that the Kuafu Divine Race, a powerful divine clan that was enough to compete with the light line in the ancient god era, was a powerful clan with the dignity of the giant spirit god in the Shinto Heavenly Court, and it was definitely a giant ship.

Now it seems that the giant ship is a giant ship, but the person at the helm is definitely an idiot, or the clansmen below are mentally retarded.

Previously, he used the relics of the netherworld to yin the Terran Haobo, and he still covered it up, but now he has come to attack the Terran directly.

The Terran Haobo Territory, the Xun clan personally enshrined by the Emperor of the Contemporary People, attacked the Haobo Territory, this is not a declaration of war with the Terran or something.

Although the previous envoy was domineering, his mind was still a little flexible, and this one was simply a reckless man, which was tantamount to offending the largest force in the Guiru World.

You must know that the Protoss has not fully recovered, so it is unscrupulous to provoke opponents, and still want to wake up the Divine Lord, which is not enough trouble, even if there are other thoughts, how safe the quiet Yin people are.

"How?"

The giant's eyes were blazing like the sun and the moon, and all of a sudden the scorching eyes fell on the hanging mountain lord.

"I'm still thinking about the waste of Kualong, procrastinating in doing things, I have already been seriously injured by me, and I have gone to do other things, and I will do the things that cause chaos in the ruins. ”

"Yes. ”

Compared with the previous Qualong Venerable Envoy, the one in front of him is more domineering, more unexpected, unable to listen to the slightest words, and doing his own thing.

"Do you think this time you can attract the Terran powerhouse to come to the rescue?"

"Yes. ”

The Hanging Mountain Lord said honestly, which immediately made Kua Kun laugh.

"That garbage out there is still some use, and it deserves to die!"

The soldiers of these clans outside the main hall are from all races, except for some of them who are vassals under the Hanging Mountain, most of the rest are captured in the Ruins World.

The martial artists who wander in the world of returning to the ruins, many of them are outlaws, and they can attack the territory of the Terran Haobo, and how many resources are on the continent within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, it makes people crazy just thinking about it.

Some people lead, some people are not afraid of death, and such a rabble is gathered together.

In just three days, hundreds of attacks were launched towards Haoyuan, and each time they were defeated by Haoyuan's soldiers, and their corpses were thousands of miles away, but such a rout not only did not make these people feel frightened, but it stimulated their ferocity even more.

......

The Hanging Mountain Lord who exited the main hall looked at the warriors of all races who were rushing towards Haoyuan like crazy, and the strong blood qi stimulated the snort, which made the outlaws even more crazy.

His eyes fell on an attic above the main hall, on which a hundred-foot-tall figure stood, wearing a black robe, engraved with ancient crests, flowers, grasses, insects, fish, snakes, rats, scales, birds, lifelike.

The arms and face exposed outside the black robe were covered with strange lines of black dye, and at a glance, he, a powerhouse of the Emperor Realm, had a feeling that his mind was being sucked in.

With this constant dance, the battle dance is majestic, but it exudes a weird, wide back, majestic body, between each dance, there will be a trace of black qi derived, drifting towards the warriors from all sides gathered around.

All the warriors of all races who were streaked by wisps of black smoke had a trace of red in their pupils, and they became more and more tyrannical in the direction of Haoyuan.

Witch Sacrifice!

An existence that is even rarer than sacrifice, they are known as the gods of war, and they can add blessings to the clan soldiers, so that the clan soldiers can burst out with two hundred percent combat power.

The mind of the Hanging Mountain Lord became more and more gloomy, in order to attack the territory of the Terran Haobo, the Kuafu Divine Clan behind him even invited the witch sacrifice, this is no longer a small fight to cause chaos in the ruins, but a real clan war.

He didn't know what kind of existence the god lord in the mouth of the Kuafu clan was, and everything that happened now was enough to prove that the Kuafu Divine Clan had other plans, and he didn't tell him at all, he was a dignified emperor realm powerhouse, but in the eyes of the Kuafu clan, he was just a small chess piece.

Retracting his eyes and looking in the direction of Haoyuan, eighteen towering iron horsemen and demon flames like magic mountains are monstrous, standing on top of Haoyuan, like an unshakable continuous mountain, stabilizing the chaotic Haoyuan world.

......

Roar! Roar!

Hundreds of thousands of beasts roared, blood and bones flew everywhere they passed, and the roar was like muffled thunder, shaking the world of ruins.

The entire Haoyuan Wai was already very chaotic, and the Qingyang clan soldiers and the clan soldiers formed in the territory had completely fallen into a chaotic battle, and countless blood and bones were flying at every moment, and broken arms and stumps were splashing.

Haoyuanzhong, looking up at the sky, soaked in red blood, there are constantly figures falling from outside the world, if it is a clansman, it will be rescued, if it is a foreign warrior, it will be immediately divided by a knife.

"High Priestess, we ask for battle!"

Qingyang Tianfeng stood behind the high priest, her tight-fitting robe outlined a graceful figure, and beside her was a sturdy figure, it was Qingyang Mountain, and behind the two of them, it was more than a thousand young warriors of the Qingyang clan who had been created by the martyrs.

"High Priest, let's do it. ”

However, the white high priest still shook his head, his eyes narrowed, looking in the direction of the battlefield, if it weren't for the eighteen iron horses to stabilize Haoyuan, I'm afraid the entire Haoyuan territory would have collapsed long ago.

Three days ago, millions of soldiers of all ethnic groups appeared outside Haoyuan at once, and launched an attack on Haoyuan without the slightest warning.

However, in just one day, all the continents surrounding Haoyuan collapsed, and only the divine sun was left hanging high, of course, it was also because of the existence of the Qingyang Iron Horse, looking at the Qingyang Iron Horse that was rushing to kill in the sea of warriors, the high priest felt a faint pain in his heart.

The elite cavalry of the Qingyang clan formed in the past hundred years has fallen nearly 20,000 people in just three days, and more have been injured, not counting other ordinary war divisions, in three days, more than three million war divisions have been formed in the territory, all of which have been put into the battlefield outside the territory.

Looking at the star the size of a star, which was not below Haoyuan in the slightest, the high priest never understood why they were attacking Haoyuan.

Although there has been endless fighting for several days, the real powerhouses on both sides have actually not made a move, otherwise it is still unknown whether Haoyuan can withstand it.

Woooooo

The desolate horn sounded continuously in Haoyuan Heaven and Earth, and the number of war divisions invested by the group of people outside increased, from a few hundred thousand per attack at the beginning, to almost all the clan soldiers were pressed now.

The dense array of warriors, like ants, crushed in the direction of Haoyuan.

The high priest stood in the void, took out a bronze horn in his hand, engraved with dark purple lines, blew the horn, and in an instant, in the Haoyuan world, a battle division gathered from all directions again.

"High Priest, let's fight, as a member of the Qingyang clan, we should protect our territory!"

"The territory is not only Uncle alone, but also every member of our Qingyang clan, every citizen of the territory, why doesn't the high priest let us join the battlefield!"

Thundered!

With the sound of the horn in the hands of the high priest, a demonic path with monstrous flames in the void was derived, and a clan of millions of soldiers faced the demon path and went straight to the battlefield outside Haoyuan.

In the entire Haoyuan territory, in addition to the millions of people in the Qingyang clan, there are hundreds of millions of people in the territory, and it is nothing to draw out millions of clan soldiers, or even more.

However, after three days of fighting, almost all the martial artists in the territory who were above the Spirit Realm were exhausted, and if they continued to fight, the martial artists of the Shenzang Realm would all set foot on the battlefield.

"High Priest, let's fight!"

Looking at the nearly a million people, rushing into the battlefield with the gap torn by the Qingyang Iron Horse, his hands trembled a little under the corner of the horn in the high priest's hand, and in just three days, he has aged a lot.

The more than 1,000 people behind are the seeds of the Qingyang clan, and each of them has been left by the martyrs, even if the Qingyang clan soldiers are disabled in the battlefield outside, with these people behind them, they can also make the Qingyang clan rise again.

"High priest, my brothers, and my sister have all gone, and I can't go there. ”

"You ......"

The high priest's voice was a little hoarse, and the foundation of the Qingyang clan was still too thin.

"If you want to go, you can go, where can you sharpen your edge if you haven't experienced fighting!"

At this moment, a voice made the high priest and Qingyang Tianfeng look stunned, and then their eyes showed ecstasy, and the horror of the previous enemy pressing the realm was swept away.

ps I'm too lazy to score chapters, almost 9,500 words, and I've sent them all in one piece