Thundered!

The roar exploded, and the Hell Yama Law and the Eight Clawed Demon Lords in the sky exploded, covering hundreds of thousands of miles of starry sky.

The furious energy washed in all directions, drowning one star after another, and the light and rain were scattered, crystal clear.

The ripples of the bursting force swept in all directions, triggering chaotic chaos, and a large area of chaotic air rushed down, breaking through many spatial barriers.

What the!

This scene made many martial artists who had previously revealed sneers and disdain in their eyes stunned one by one.

"The Demon Quasi-Emperor was pierced and killed by a spear!"

The quasi-emperor was blown up!

That's impossible!

At this moment, in the four directions of the vast starry sky, from the Holy Clan, the Blood Clan, the Bone Clan, the Gu Clan, and the Demon Clan...... , a venerable king, with disbelief flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, they felt that the corners of their mouths were a little dry, their throats exuded thirst, and the scene in front of them was changing too fast, even the will of the king was a little difficult to react.

Is it difficult for a quasi-demon emperor to fall like this?

Eight-clawed Heavenly Demon!

The generation of demon Tianjiao, who became famous ten thousand years ago, is second only to the characters of the same generation of demons, and his strength has reached the realm of quasi-emperors, and he is only half a step away from the godless seat.

A spear stabbed by the Terrans is too ordinary!

It was so ordinary that the kings did not see the slightest subtlety, but at this moment they realized the horror in it.

Isn't this nonsense, can a spear that can pierce a quasi-demon emperor be ordinary?

I can't understand the subtlety, which proves that my realm is too low, and I can't feel the realm of the big guys.

"It's not over yet, the quasi-emperor is the quasi-emperor after all!"

On the treasure ship of the Divine Celestial Clan, the god with the divine wings and feathers on his back squinted his eyes, he was almost a contemporary of the eight-clawed demon lord.

The reproduction of martial arts has greatly increased the longevity of martial artists, even if there is an interval of one or two thousand years between each other, it is nothing.

In this heaven and earth, generally speaking, three thousand years is used as a boundary to divide the martial arts era of martial artists.

To be precise, he is younger than the eight-clawed heavenly demon, when he was born, the eight-clawed demon lord had already stepped into the sequence of the heavenly powerhouses and became a generation of demon kings.

However, if you don't ascend to the throne, this gap in realm strength has been leveled by the years.

He can also be regarded as a martial artist of the same era as the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord.

Coming here today, all the warriors are a purpose, the Heavenly Dao and the general trend of luck.

The god's eyes were surrounded by light, and he couldn't see many waves in his eyes, and his eyes paid too much attention to the cow with a huge body like a star.

Praise the Father Protoss!

His eyes were fixed on the True Protoss, and in recent years, the struggle between the Holy Race and the True Protoss had become more and more acute, both wanting to annex each other.

At the moment, it seems that the two holy races have some upper hand, after all, the ancient gods have not completely recovered, and the advantages of the two holy races will gradually be equaled or even overtaken over time.

At this time, even the slightest opportunity to enhance the fortune of the clan cannot be let go of the Divine Celestial Clan.

After thousands of years of precipitation, he has already reached the limit of the emperor realm, but he has not been able to be promoted to the emperor because of the opportunity.

The appearance of Qingyang Huan is his chance.

At this moment, he came with the luck of the Divine Celestial Clan, and as a quasi-emperor, his perception of the clan far surpassed that of the king.

This time it was not only for the opportunity to promote himself to the throne, but also to cut off the luck of the human race.

According to the changes in luck before the ancient years, the general trend of luck shrouded in the human race in front of him is enough to call him the position of the holy son of a race.

I don't know why in this era, the supreme human emperor of the human race did not issue an edict to proclaim the Holy Son.

Of course, these are not what he has to consider, the most important thing is to suppress the Terran warrior in front of him, whether it is the general trend of luck on his body, or the heavenly dao he has comprehended, it is a treasure that he cannot ask for.

If he can suppress the Terran Haobo, this Holy Son who has been pushed out by the humane luck speculated by the heavens will seize the general momentum of his body, and rely on the brilliant general momentum at the time of the great victory, break through the imperial barrier in one fell swoop, and ascend to the godless throne.

At this time, if the two sacred clans had one more Emperor Realm powerhouse, it would be an extremely obvious improvement to the strength and cohesion of the entire clan.

Under the advantages of the other, if the human race is Qingyang Huan, a strong man who can be promoted to the emperor realm, falls, it is equivalent to one less emperor realm powerhouse, and it is also a blow to the momentum of the race.

The general trend of the ethnic group is accumulated bit by bit, and every inch must be contended.

"What a demon slayer!"

After a few breaths, the completely shattered starry sky regained its calm, and the stars in the distant starry sky once again cast starlight.

Airplanes!

In the starry sky thousands of miles away in front of Qingyang Huan, the meteorites that had been shattered by the power were densely packed, and at this moment they were attracted by an invisible force, evolving into a Star Swirl that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.

A cold voice rang out from Star Swirl, a monstrous roar of demonic intent, countless meteorites colliding in Star Swirl for tens of thousands of miles, and illusory demon feet floated and undulated like mountains and mountains, each stretching for thousands of miles.

In the center of Star Swirl, a little demonic flame rises, and a figure slowly appears.

It was the eight-clawed demon who had been shot through the chest earlier.

As a quasi-emperor, whether it is a half-step emperor body, or a divine soul and destiny, it is not easy to erase.

Of course, the quasi-emperor is not immortal, even if it is the time when the powerhouses of the emperor realm have fallen, let alone the half-hung emperor realm.

If you can't kill it once, it can only mean that you can't wipe it out enough, as long as you kill it enough times, even the powerhouses of the Emperor Realm will be completely wiped out.

"Are you going to oppose my demon clan?"

The four demon eyes of the reappeared eight-clawed demon lord stared at Qing Yanghuan, his tone was cold, and he felt the blow that pierced his chest before, and there was a kind of mystery that specifically restrained the demon race.

When he reaches a realm like him, he will naturally not be wrong, and this spear method is specially created to restrain the demons.

The human race in front of you is going against the sky!

It is not enough to set up the Heavenly Dao to make the entire Ten Thousand Races the enemy, and specially created such a spear method to restrain the demons.

This is a sincere attempt to fight against the demons!

"Terran, you're playing with fire!"

Across the distant void, the momentum of the eight-clawed demon lord continued to rise.

"Playing with fire is easy to self-immolate!"

"If you want to make a move, let the horse come!"

Not making a move, Qing Yanghuan stared at the eight-clawed demon lord, at this moment, the aura in the starry sky in the four directions was a little disordered, and the eight-clawed demon lord who was injured by him, although it looked like it was menacing, he didn't mean to make a move.

Under this starry sky, in addition to the warriors who have been surrounded, there is still a hidden existence in the endless darkness, once the momentum falls, it is inevitable that there will be warriors who take advantage of the void to enter, and finally become a stepping stone for others in vain.

Holding the stone spear in his hand, Qingyang Huan looked around at the starry sky in all directions, from the treasure ship of the holy two clans, to the stone platform of the demon clan, and then to the Kui Niu carrying the Kuafu Divine Clan.

Boom!

As if sensing the battle intent in his body that was as hot as the boiling oven of heaven and earth, the stone spear let out a clanging sound.

"The general trend of luck is on me, if you want it, it depends on whether you have your life or not!"

Qingyang Huan is naturally not verbose, after all, the ethnic group of these warriors does not have much friendship with the human race.

What is the high-sounding reason for fighting for the race, maybe it's the same thing, but in the final analysis, it's also a great creation for yourself, and since you're all pressed on the door, you all understand what's going on.

There is no need to say too much about the big truth, it is naturally better to seize the creation for yourself, and by the way, you can also make some contributions to the race.

Look at him as a creation, these people are not his own creation, there is no end to the prosperity of luck, as long as the momentum does not fall, the luck will continue to surge, rolling like a river, it depends on how far it can go.