"Three lives and three lives are for eternal life and immortality, the cause of today, and the fruit of tomorrow!"

The blood bones that had lost their spirit were paralyzed in the palm of his hand, and the cold voice in his ears gradually faded away, which couldn't help but make Qing Yanghuan shiver, and a cool air behind him went straight to Tianling along the big keel of his spine.

Are you dead?

His eyes pierced through the distant void, and at this moment, the world outside the Nine Heavens Xuancheng was clear, a quiet scene, and everything seemed to have returned to peace, but there was some judgment in his heart, and the fat-headed and big-eared Rama may not have died completely at all.

First there was Gabriel, and then there was Venerable Rama, the power possessed by the Gara clan can be said to have shocked him again and again, this time Venerable Rama was only half a king, and he actually transformed hundreds of thousands of warriors in the whole city, which was simply a great terror.

If the warriors who came down from the Jialuo Sacred Mountain had such power, where could the human race still have peace, and they would have been completely in dire straits, I hope that this kind of degree can only be done by a few Jialuo martial artists, otherwise where would the human race be in peace?

Suppressing the chill in his heart, Qingyang Huan put away the blood and bones belonging to the Rama clan, but he also sensed the difference between Venerable Rama and other foreign warriors in the heavens.

The Gara Body Protector Holy Light is indeed powerful, but for Venerable Rama himself, his physical body is not strong, and it is even a little stronger than an ordinary half-king warrior.

The vision manifested by his Tao and Dharma is more inclined to a kind of deity, just like a kind of spiritual mind, the physical body is just a skin, as long as it can be used, the real spiritual will is immortal!

He expected that this was one of the reasons why Rama was able to transform the martial artists of the whole city, and unlike Gabriel, Venerable Rama took another path of cultivation that was biased towards spiritual will, and the final peak of this cultivation path was spiritual immortality and transformation into a true god.

Because of this, he also realized that the Venerable Rama had not completely fallen, and that the Gara tribe was too secretive to bypass reincarnation and use the believers of the heavenly beings as nourishment for reincarnation, maybe Rama could be reincarnated like Gabriel.

Suddenly, his eyes fell below, looking at the hundreds of thousands of human warriors who seemed to have lost their souls, the holy mountain in their eyes collapsed, countless Dharma Venerables, Vajra, Dharma Protectors shed blood, and Bozun broke his arm, and in an instant, the Elysium that belonged to them seemed to collapse.

And they fell into a kind of panic, helplessness.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up for Lao Tzu!"

"Brother Lu, wake up, don't you forget that you and my brother have braved the Great Wilderness side by side, fought on the Ghost Clan's Void Road for ten years, stained with ghost blood, and still haven't woken up!"

"Brother Rong, didn't you say that you and I still have to go to the Dayu Emperor's Court to see my human race compete with each other, even if we can't participate in it, if we can watch it, it will not be in vain in this life, and we can brag with the little cub in the future!!"

"I'm your uncle, you wake up Lao Tzu, you coward, you are not worthy of my human race!"

"Ah......h

......

In the ancient city, the sound of violent shouts continued to sound, and one after another mournful cries resounded throughout the city, and one by one the Terran generals who were full of blood and dared to fight with foreign races could not wake up those sinking comrades at this moment.

The battle ended, and there were only two of the four ranger lords of the Nine Heavens Xuancheng left, and there were not a few fallen warriors, at this moment, the eyes of the lord of Yuanli and the lord of the wooden crane flashed desolation and decadence, but the bitter smile on the corner of his mouth was so dazzling.

Fortunately, Venerable Rama's strength did not seem to have reached the peak of cultivation, and with the addition of hundreds of thousands of human bloodlines scattered in all corners of the entire ancient city, after the shouts of many warriors, some warriors gradually woke up from their sinking.

Poof!

These warriors who woke up were all bleeding from the corners of their mouths, their faces were as pale as paper, and their vitality was greatly damaged, but fortunately, they belonged to the war blood of the human race in the depths of their blood, and there was still a little war that had not been extinguished.

Although some warriors were pulled back from the fall, compared to the human race in the entire ancient city, it was only one-third of the number, especially the warriors who had been slashed by the holy light from their bodies before, and they had completely sunk into the Gara realm in their eyes.

"My lord, throughout the ages, this land has already been covered with the blood and bones of the human race, and the Nine Heavens Xuancheng is also a place where the blood of the human race reproduces, and it has been invaded by foreign races countless times for countless years, so you don't have to be like this!"

The Lord of Yuanli dragged his broken body, a flash of disheart flashed in his eyes, and his eyes fell back to the city.

"Let's do it, it is better to be buried on the land of the human race than to be taken captive to the country of Gara and completely sunk, than to go out of the Nine Heavens Xuancheng and wreak havoc in all directions!"

"Let's do it!"

The Lord of the Wooden Crane is a warrior with a crane-haired childish face, and at this moment his childish face is already old, and the whole person looks like an old man who is about to die.

"Today's disaster, don't blame your lord!"

"If everyone in my human race is like a dragon, how dare the heavens attack!"

"If my human race is boundless and prosperous, how can all the races not kneel at their feet!"

"Nine Heavens Xuancheng is just a small city in the land of the human race, and it should not be fettered by the footsteps of the adults of the clan, let us bear this sin!"

"I hope that the great majesty is like a rainbow, conquering the heavens, protecting one side for my Terran generals, and not letting this scene reappear in the ancient city of our Terran in the future!"

In the next moment, Yuan Li and Mu He, the two lords of the rangers, glanced at each other, and they both saw their respective bright natures from the depths of their defeated pupils.

"You and I have been fighting for a lifetime, starting from the totem realm, and now ranking among the half-kings, and even more in charge of a city. ”

"Haha......!"

However, the next moment, the two Ranger Lords burst into laughter, but there was a sadness in the laughter.

The eyes of the Lord of the Wooden Crane fell downward, and his voice sounded again, as if he had exhausted his strength and shouted: "Where is the Nine Heavens Xuancheng West City Ranger!"

"In!"

"Lord, we're still here!"

Immediately after the sound of sparse lala resounded in the city, but there were only a thousand people, and most of them were surrounded by an illusory aura, and even some warriors were standing upright on the ground with swords and guns.

"Let's do it, let's solve the matter of our ancient city!"

“......”

"Do it, do you want to let these robes who once fought together step out of the ancient city and cause trouble!"

"I want them to enter the Gara country and become the lackey believers of the Garo clan from now on!"

"My Ranger of Nine Heavens Xuancheng, the old man would rather let them die in the ancient city and bury them in the tombs in the city!"

......

"Huh?"

Looking at the scenes up and down the ancient city, his body trembled slightly, and a stream of reverse blood rolled out of his body uncontrollably, and he stopped at the corner of his mouth in an instant, and the bloody breath suddenly made Qingyang Huan wake up.

Even if the two lords of the rangers keep talking, but for him, the cause is the cause, the effect is the effect, his invitation to fight the heavens is the cause, Rama is coming, and hundreds of thousands of warriors of the human race are sinking Gara is the effect.

Maybe he beheaded Rama, but the scene in front of him was still a great calamity for him, and at this moment he even felt that his spiritual will that had stepped into the two reincarnations had a sign of collapse.

A real killer!

The spirit collapses, the spiritual world is destroyed, and there is only one end for the warrior, who goes mad and completely sinks and becomes a living dead!

Rama really calculates!

From the beginning of his appearance, even if he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive until now, he is still under Rama's calculations, and in vain he Qingyang Huan still boasts that he is domineering and unparalleled, regardless of life and death, and invites the heavens to fight.

This battle gave him a new understanding of the opponents of the heavens.

There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky!

It can be said that this time, the blood and bones of hundreds of thousands of compatriots gave him an unforgettable memory!

Airplanes!

An illusory flame ignited on his body, as if swaying in the wind and rain, as if it was going to be completely extinguished in the next moment.

"Not good!"

Seeing Qingyanghuan's appearance, the saint-faced goddess who had been staring at Qingyanghuan was shocked.

The moment the spiritual flame ignited, Qingyang Huan had already fallen into the spiritual storm, and his eyes became chaotic, leaving only a trace of clarity in the depths of his pupils trying his best to maintain, but it was also like a candle flame in the wind, crumbling.

in the world of the mind.

Qing Yang Huan found that he was completely trapped in a large net woven by himself, and in the dark, he could still feel a trace of human luck.

The reason why this is so is that he wants to save many warriors in the city, but he can't do it, and he sees hundreds of thousands of people die because of him, falling into a guilty dilemma.

It's not bad to say that he is cruel and bloody, but if there are hundreds of thousands or even millions of aliens in front of him, he doesn't care about it.

Even if a human warrior attacked him, he could suppress it without scruples.

But the people below can't!

With the fetters of blood, but also the test of the soul, the reason why the human race can be passed down from generation to generation is precisely because of the fetters of the bloodline.

This is the basis for the human race to maintain the reproduction of the race, otherwise at the end of the Middle Ages, why did the emperors use themselves as pillars of heaven to save the blood of the human race, from ancient times to the present, the reason why the human race is immortal is here.

The maintenance of the bloodline and the bonds of the same clan have become the trigger for his spiritual collapse at the moment!

"Wake up, sir!"

"Wake up!"

At this moment, many martial artists below also noticed Qingyang Huan's abnormality, and the soul fire was swaying, as if it was about to be extinguished.

"Damn the Garo clan, this race should really disappear into heaven and earth completely!"

"Wake up, Lord Qingyang, in the future, when you step into the heavens, the great enmity of hundreds of thousands of people in the Nine Heavens Xuancheng today will be washed away with the blood and bones of the Jialuo clan!"

......

In the spiritual world, Qing Yanghuan's spiritual will trembled slightly, and at this moment, his spiritual world was swaying, and the shouts outside were faintly transmitted in, turning into a ray of light that penetrated the shackles.

Like the divine light that shines on the world, it illuminates his sunken heart again!

Buzz!

The blue light is like a waterfall, pouring down from the sky above the spiritual world, and the bronze gate of reincarnation hums, like the heavenly river pouring down the blockade cage.

Qingyang Huan, who stepped in mid-air, slowly floated out of an ancient bronze door in front of him, like a substance, flowing with the breath of the vicissitudes of time, at this moment the bronze door slowly opened, and the blue light was shining, spilling towards the human warriors who were eroded by the holy light of Jia Luo.