Three days passed quickly.

There is no unanimity within the Immortal Emperor Clan.

The quarrel between the two factions became more and more intense, but they never came to an end.

The three major iron horsemen of the Longyuan Army, one million horsemen of the Predator, are in front of the Imperial Throne.

The military appearance is neat, revealing a cold and murderous atmosphere.

Xu Changlin rode on the flying dragon horse, wearing black armor, like a ruthless general, exuding a killing aura.

This flying dragon horse is a descendant of Qin Tai'a's mount, born seven years ago, and tasted the smell of blood for the first time in this war.

At the moment of tasting the blood of the battlefield, this flying dragon horse, like its father, became an iron-blooded dragon horse, and it was as steady as a cold war blade in the face of the cruel battlefield.

Xu Changlin turned his head to look at the light that gradually appeared on the horizon in the distance.

The order of the military lord is three days, that is, three days, and there will be no more than a quarter of an hour.

Xu Changlin came at the last moment.

He looked coldly at the Ancient Emperors who were arguing with each other under the Imperial Throne in front of him.

These Immortal Ancient Emperors have become fish and meat on the sword, and they no longer have any ability to resist.

However, this is not a reason for them to live.

Whether they were crying or begging for mercy, they would not let Xu Changlin hesitate when he went under the knife.

Pity on the enemy is the greatest cruelty to oneself.

When the people of the human race in the Kyushu border wept bitterly, did the high Immortal Emperor ever have a trace of mercy?

Xu Changlin went all the way from a slave to a general and experienced the most cruel things in the world.

These cruel experiences made him understand a truth, don't give the enemy any chance to turn over, the enemy can't be kind.

They only weep and beg for mercy when they are weak, and once they are given the strength to slaughter their fellow citizens, they will only be more cruel than you.

When a touch of fish belly white appears on the distant horizon.

Xu Changlin raised his spear high and shouted: "Kill!"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and a million iron horsemen charged, and the iron hooves trampled across the earth, making a thunderous roar.

Thundered!

Millions of iron horsemen slaughtered into the group of the Ancient Emperor of the Underworld, and the iron hooves stepped through, stepping out of a path of flesh and blood.

The Immortal Emperors wept, roared, and pleaded under the iron hooves.

However, this did not make this iron-blooded army hesitate to fall from the sword.

The military master's order is three days, then these Immortal Ancient Emperors who think they are high above will not be able to live for half a minute longer.

"Kill!" Xu Changlin killed all the way from the periphery to the throne of the Emperor, and his gun and armor were splashed with fishy blood, making him like a killing god from hell, cold and ruthless, and iron-blooded.

"Ahh

The High Priest of the Underworld turned around angrily and yelled at Xu Changlin, "Stop!

Xu Changlin rode his horse to the throne of the Emperor Ancestor, looked up at the Ancient High Priest on the steps, and snorted coldly: "The military master said that it is three days, and you only have three days of life. When the time comes, it's time to report to hell. ”

The killing continued, the screams became more and more terrible, and the blood splattered, blown into a blood mist by the cold wind of the early morning, permeating the heavens and the earth.

An Ancient Emperor who had his legs cut off climbed to the steps of the Emperor's Throne with both hands, stretched out his hand towards the closed door of the Emperor's Throne, and pleaded, "Emperor's Ancestor...... Emperor ...... Help us, save us......"

Until this moment, the Ancient Emperor Clan thought that Emperor Feitian had not escaped.

The High Priest of the Underworld was resentful, and he rushed over, grabbed the broken leg, and yelled at him, "Don't scream! Emperor Fei Tian is already out of it, he has fled, you know? He has fled! You lowly ants are nothing compared to your own life!"

"No, why is this happening, why is this happening?" the Immortal Ancient Emperor Clan, who had broken his leg, cried out loudly, and the faith in his heart collapsed little by little.

The leader of the faction who agreed to dismantle the Emperor's Throne rushed to the High Priest of the Underworld, grabbed him by the collar and shouted, "Don't you give the order yet, do you want to wait for us all to die?"

Knowing that there was no choice, the High Priest of the Immortal looked up into the distance and shouted, "Stop! Stop!"

There was no response, and no one spoke from heaven and earth except for shouts and screams.

The High Priest of the Underworld gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and pointed to the Emperor's Throne, and ordered, "Demolish!

Finally receiving the order of the high priest, a group of the Ancient Emperors rushed to the Ancestral Throne and smashed the Imperial Throne with swords and shovels.

The High Priest of the Immortal raised his hand and smashed the high wall of the Emperor's Throne out of a hole, and then shouted to the sky with tears streaming down his face, "Is this okay?

A moment later, Ye Xuan's order came from the sky.

"Those who tear down the throne can live, and the others will die!"

The slaughter continued, and a million iron horsemen trampled the plain in front of the Emperor's Throne into a Shura slaughterhouse.

The Ancient Emperor clan rushed to the Emperor Throne, grabbed any tool that could be picked up, and smashed the Emperor Throne, and if they couldn't find the tool, they used stones.

Only by smashing the Emperor Ancestor Throne can there be a chance of survival, so millions of Immortal Ancient Emperor Clans flocked to the Emperor Ancestor Throne like a tide, vying for a chance to live.

......

Outside the Underworld, there are many powerhouses in the upper world who are watching this war.

No one chooses to meddle.

Because this is a war between the Kyushu realm and the underworld realm.

When the Kyushu border was facing a crisis of destruction, there was no superior world to help.

Now that it is the turn of the Underworld to be slaughtered, no one will intervene either.

The projection of the Divine Thoughts of the Tibetan Sky Saint Venerable and another strong man appeared outside the Underworld.

"Extinction Saint Venerable, are you also interested in seeing the end of the Underworld?" asked the Zangkong Saint Venerable very curiously.

This strong man who appeared as a projection of divine thoughts was the master of the Temple of Silence "Saint Venerable of Silence", and he was also the father of the Nine Babies Holy Maiden.

The Holy Venerable of Silence did not show up most of the time, and even handed over all the affairs of the Temple of Annihilation to the Nine Infant Holy Maiden.

Therefore, the powerhouses of the Seven Realms Alliance rarely had the opportunity to meet this Lord of the Temple of Annihilation, who was the head and tail of the Divine Dragon.

The Silent Venerable was relatively silent and did not answer the question of the Void Venerable.

The Zangkong Saint Venerable didn't care either, and continued: "I really don't understand this Ye Xuan, isn't it okay to kill him cleanly?

"Because he's ruthless enough. The Saint of Silence finally spoke.

The Zangkong Saint Venerable asked suspiciously, "This is called ruthlessness, if you are ruthless, wouldn't it be better to kill the Underworld without any grass?"

"It's easy to kill people, but it's hard to punish people. Emperor Feitian is not dead, and it is useless to kill all the ancient emperors. Killing the sacred and immortal emperor ancestor in the heart of the Immortal Emperor Clan is the greatest blow to the most emperor and the heavens. The Saint Venerable of Silence said.