Ten breaths?

Get out of the prairie?

Bai Changlan couldn't believe his ears...... He looked at the "Yuan" walking on the river of the apocalypse, the smile on the other party's face had disappeared, and with the slow pace, the man with water sleeves burst out with a crisp crackling sound all over his body.

This is not a joke, but a serious warning to yourself.

Bai Changdeng smiled.

He put his hands on his sleeves, and the vajra and the fan were like a faint flame, lit on the wick, and the old man stretched out an arm straight, palm up, and the flame was gently suspended three feet in the palm of his hand.

Want to fight?

There seems to be no better way.

Pity...... Peace negotiations really don't work in this wild steppe.

Yuan's voice sounded above the river.

"Ten. ”

......

......

The sound of fighting on the bronze platform was frenzied.

There was blood being spilled.

After the Snow Eagle reached an agreement with the Eastern Demon Domain, in return, the Golden-winged Dapeng clan shared their noble "bloodline" with the Snow Vulture clan on the grassland, this vein is extremely warlike, and belligerent, the more they fight to the back, the more they are not afraid of death.

Bloodline is a reason.

A more important reason is that the "White Emperor" is in charge of the rules of life and death, and in the capital of the Eastern Demon Domain, he has created a treasure similar to the "Glass Cup", which absorbs the souls of the core clansmen, and even if the body is destroyed, there is a wisp of soul left, and the body can still be reshaped.

So they were not afraid of death.

The world of the demon clan is full of large and small "pilgrimage places", and the human beings who have lost their way regard the immortal gods of the White Emperor are even more so among the golden-winged Dapeng clan in the Eastern Demon Domain.

The White Emperor led the Eastern Demon Domain to the apex of the demon clan's world.

The vultures, on the other hand, have a large snow but do not have a vessel to hold their souls, if they die...... It is dead, this kind of conquest and killing technique, quite consuming vitality, after this battle, many warriors' bodies will suffer a lot of injuries, this kind of injuries are often irreversible.

Xue Sha didn't realize a truth.

All living beings in this heaven and earth have a reason for their existence.

There is no such thing as absolute nobility and inferiority.

As long as the Dao Heart is strong enough, even a single grass can become the master of the earth.

When he bowed his head to the Eastern Demon Domain, he lost the opportunity to "reach the top...... Similarly, he also violated the original intention of the eight surnames to make an oath.

Ulle once said.

This grassland does not need any master to lead them.

Each person is born as his or her own "master" and controls his or her own destiny...... Xue Sha gave his future to Bai Changlan, and dedicated every comrade in the Snow Vulture King's tent who trusted him to the demon clan.

The so-called "light" he saw was by no means the "light" of this grassland.

Among the ruins of the bronze platform.

The White Wolf King, who was suppressed by the power of the Demon Saint, had a huge broken stone on his back, his expression was painful, and he stared at the "Snow Evil" who was slightly younger than his own age, but now he was on a wrong path.

Finished......

The whole grassland is over......

In the body of the White Wolf King, the power of the bloodline climbed to the extreme, but unfortunately in vain, he couldn't break free from the prohibition laid by the white long lamp at all, and everyone was unable to move in the realm shrouded in the golden feather light.

There was a "thump", a dull crashing sound.

Snow slammed the whip leg.

The White Wolf King flew out in response to the situation and crashed into the ruins of the bronze platform, he spit out a mouthful of blood on his back, and the strength in his body could not be lifted no matter what.

Xue Sha took off his robe, revealing a streamlined physique, his cultivation was actually not strong among the eight grassland kings, and his talent was not as good as the three with the upper three surnames.

Merely...... He has the greatest ambition.

Now the blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng is integrated into the skin, coupled with the blessing of the demon saint's mind.

The Vulton King has completed its metamorphosis.

Xue Sha looked at the "elder brother" who had watched him grow up, and after taking a light breath, he picked up the head of the White Wolf King, and without the slightest hesitation, smashed it into the stone wall.

When you pull it out, it's bloody.

Xue Xue Muran asked, "You don't want to see too many people die...... Right?"

"As long as you want......

There was a pause.

Look at the other six Prairie Kings.

Xue Xue smiled: "As long as you are willing, then there will be no more deaths today." ”

No response.

He saw in the distance, six pairs of scarlet eyes, and when he lowered his head, the white wolf king's face was covered with blood, but he stared at him with a compassionate look.

Compassion?

Is this sympathy for yourself?

A burst of anger rose in Xuesha's chest, and he clenched his five fingers and slammed the head against the stone wall again, making a "boom" explosion.

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

He slowly let go of his hands.

The head of the White Wolf King was embedded in the fractured stone wall of the bronze ancient platform, and a huge spider web bloomed on one side.

For a cultivator in the Star Monarch realm, this kind of injury ...... It is not lethal.

Xue said coldly, "Don't look at me like that. ”

The White Wolf King's mind was shaken, he gasped, just smiled, but did not continue to provoke Xue Xu, his hands shrunk in his sleeve robe, silently accumulating strength.

The demon saint who was not far away had caused too much pressure here.

Xue Sha slowly stood up, he raised his hand, and seven streams of light in the distance swept by.

Seven royal flags.

White wolf, golden deer, black lion, silver bear, clouded leopard, green python, fire fox......

The only thing is that there are no "snow vultures".

Xuesha's expression was extremely ugly, and the "Snow Vulture King Flag" was still in Ning Yi's hands.

Damn it.

Where did that Terran Sword Cultivator flee to? There was no response for so long...... The Little White Emperor of the Eastern Demon Domain made a move, but he couldn't help him?

The moment when Ning Yi refined the "Snow Vulture King Banner" is vivid, and in retrospect, it still makes Xue Sha's mood shake for a while, that human being, in just a few breaths, made Wang Qi have the intention of surrendering.

The "legend of the Maharaja" on the grassland, will it be staged on a human being?

He didn't believe it!

But...... It doesn't matter now, everything is settled.

Xue Sha looked at the seven royal flags revolving around him, he looked down from above, the seven grassland kings, who were originally on an equal footing with him on the bronze platform, were all a head lower to him at this moment.

"If you are willing to kneel down and accept the watering of the blood of the golden-winged roc bird, then this royal banner ...... and he will give it back to you. Xue Xue smiled, although he couldn't refine other royal banners, he now held the order on the grassland.

At this moment, he is the "new king" of the grassland!

Those who follow me prosper! Those who oppose me die!

Several grassland kings, their eyes were scarlet, they stared at Xuesha, and the blood in their bodies was suppressed.

Xue Sha shook his head and said, "Those who know the times are Junjie...... If you don't want to, then I can ......."

The voice paused suddenly.

Xue Xue frowned.

He seemed to hear the faint sound of the air popping.

It was a strange, somewhat unusual sound.

Here the battle rushes into the sky, the swords collide, and this sound is faster than the crossbow arrow, like ...... A cannonball.

This is a "cannonball".

The two Changhongs collided together, wearing a water sleeve, pressed on the eyebrows of the white long lamp with one hand, countless divinities burned, the face of the white long lamp withered, the fire of the vajra bowl swayed wildly, almost extinguished, countless Nirvana Dao fires and Shou Yuan were boiling and burning at this moment, and the two of them hit the grassland land one after another, like a comet.

Xue Xue looked stunned, looking at the streamer that overturned countless grass clippings from far to near, and when he saw all this clearly, his whole face turned pale.

Then there was a very light "flicker".

Holding down the "Yuan" on Bai Changlan's cheek with one hand, and with a flick of his fingers, the "Snow Vulture King Flag" found from Ning Yi's body turned into a streamer and flew out, and swept in front of Xue Sha in an instant.

"Poof".

Xue Sha lowered his head, he couldn't believe it, and looked at the tip of the royal flag that pierced through his chest, this flag symbolizing the freedom and unruliness of the vulture, piercing from the back and piercing out from the chest, the front of the flag was dripping with blood and slowly frosting.

His consciousness became blurred.

Poof, staggering, smashing his knees on the ground, Xue Sha held the Wang Qi with both hands, little by little, trying to pull it out of his body, and finally he was unable to kneel on the ground, his forehead drooped, he bent down, and the tip of the Wang Qi hit the ground, forming a balance.

Above the ruins of a bronze table.

The light of the golden feather was extremely unstable.

After two or three breaths, it exploded.

The suppression of the seven grassland kings was lifted in an instant.

The White Wolf King's face was covered in blood, and he stared in amazement at the streamer that flew through the dome.

The angry roar of the white lantern sounded in the air.

The secret pattern of the golden-winged Dapeng clan, the word "swastika" one after another, continued to explode around the streamer.

All in vain.

Yuan snapped his fingers again.

Xiaoyuan Mountain in the distance, countless detonated formations, reversed, countless fires approached the initial "zero", and the rising mushroom cloud went downward.

Fu Sheng, who was sitting on the top of the mountain with his eyes closed, pressed his hands nervously on the handlebars of his wheelchair.

He detonated all the talismans in Xiaoyuan Mountain, and prepared to go to Huangquan with the golden-winged Dapeng bird that had invaded this place.

And I waited for a long time, but I didn't even wait for the moment when the pain hit.

He opened his eyes, and then his eyes widened as he watched the incredible scene.

The talisman flowed back, close to the ground, and each piece of talisman returned to its original position.

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, he saw countless golden-winged Dapeng birds, golden blood exploded in their bodies, and the dome of the grassland opened a gate to the sky, and countless Dapeng birds gave up the attack and swept towards the portal, wanting to return to the East Demon Domain.

Golden blood continued to explode in the air.

The streamer finally stopped rushing forward.

With one hand, he pressed the "white long lamp" into pieces, hanging it in the air, and he calmly watched as countless golden lights cracked from the old man's body, and then reunited in the distance, and the Great Elder of the Eastern Demon Domain, who had escaped at a great price, was extremely embarrassed, and swept into the door that the dome was wide open, and even the "Vajra" and "Fuyao Fan" had no time to take away.

Yuan held the wisp of firelight and the wick with one hand, and gently weighed one or two, with a somewhat subtle expression, and put it in his pocket.

He looked up.

Over the grassland, the clouds are scattered.

The mighty light shone down.

Dressed in a pale blue water sleeve, the "Yuan" is suspended in the skylight.

Xiao Yuanshan's wheelchair old man burst into tears.

He was like a light.

He is the light.