An invisible qi that seemed to span the eons of time diffused from all sides of the main hall, perhaps through the erosion of the eons, this qi made Xiao Chen feel that it contained a sense of ruin and decay, and even some trends of collapse.

But even this dilapidated qi machine still gave Xiao Chen a feeling that this invisible dilapidated qi machine was enough to suppress the martial artists at the peak of the Blood Refining Realm.

The invisible spiritual storm collapsed the space pieces in the entire hall, and the wisps of invisible qi made him powerless to resist at all, and the entire body had been suppressed on the earth at this moment, and the martial arts cultivation at the peak of the middle stage of the blood refining realm turned into nothingness at this moment, and it had no effect at all, and an invisible wave of qi rolled up in the depths of the divine soul, which exploded and fell into a trance, I don't know what year it is.

The space in the soul of the gods is constantly collapsing, and constantly merging, overlapping each other, and conjuring up a tragic picture in the mind.

Woooooo

In the picture, a purple python robe, the old man wearing a glass crown on his head stands alone on a tall stone tower, a purple war horn in his hand is shining, this horn is like thunder, pathetic and endless, throughout the entire tribe, and even tears the endless nothingness, straight up to the nine heavens, under his feet, the earth is roaring and crumbling The boulder is collapsing, turning into powder and falling.

Under the stone tower, a majestic figure sat cross-legged, and countless clansmen around him faced the tower, kneeling sincerely, at this moment, regardless of men, women, old and children, their eyes were firm and did not flinch, there was no crying, only the firm will to die in their eyes.

The vast expanse beyond the tribe was black, it was an endless number of alien races, and they were coming up against the tribe, with a hint of cruelty and blood, and finally the sound of the horn stopped.

Looking at the alien race that had already surrounded and killed, the purple-robed Venerable at the top of the stone tower was victorious in front of him. I saw that the palm of his hand was a knife, and with a slight stroke on his chest, a bloody mouth appeared, and the fiery heart essence blood **** came out, and the blood in his heart emitted a faint purple and gold light, which was the essence of the warrior's body. Every drop is an abnormal treasure, and the martial artist's heart and blood flow too much, and it can even be life-threatening.

However, the purple-robed Venerable did not stop, one drop, two drops, fifty drops, the originally upright body instantly grew old, and the faint flowing jade-like smoothness on the original body had slowly dissipated, and at this moment all the essence in his body was hollowed out, and his temples were as pale as snow. The face was not shocked.

"The Purple Snake Race, condense the blood of the clan, raise a big array, and send these damn aliens on the road for the descendants of the future generations not to become the blood food of this alien race!"

"No regrets for the Terrans!Send these damned aliens on their way!".

Then the whole tribe let out a loud shout.

Rumble!

Immediately, below the Purple Snake Venerable, above the entire tribe, streams of qi and blood of different sizes burst out. Everyone was screaming, men, women, young and old. Cut through his chest and splashed out all the essence and blood in his body.

And those clansmen with low strength, the moment their hearts and blood separated from their bodies, they had already collapsed to the ground, and they had no breath, even if they were crawling on the blood-stained ground. But they are still smiling, they have no regrets!

Hundreds of thousands of people in the entire tribe gathered in the air, dyeing the sky of the entire tribe into blood red, and countless drops of essence blood instantly fused together and turned into a huge essence pillar. Bright red.

Rumble!

At this moment, the Purple Snake Venerable, who was already extremely old at the top of the stone tower, let out a loud cry again, only to see a drop of purple-gold essence blood the size of a baby's fist fly out of the chest that had not yet healed, and the purple qi around it was swirling, and it was even beating!

Suddenly, this fist-sized purple blood slammed into the blood-colored essence.

"With the essence and blood of hundreds of thousands of people in my Purple Snake War Department as a guide, the Peerless Sealing Array of the Enlightenment Immortals, the eternal burial of the royal beast and the endless dim earth, the inheritance of the Protector Race is endless, and the heirs of the Purple Snake War Department have no regrets!"

Rumble!

Heaven and earth are bloody!

At this moment, Xiao Chen couldn't tell whether he was lost in this endless void ten thousand years ago, although this was just a phantom ten thousand years ago, but he could still sense the sad scene, the blood sacrifice of the clan, and the generosity of the clan.

Even at this moment, he could sense the tribal hearts of the ancient ancestors thousands of years ago, hundreds of thousands of people died with one heart, and the bloodline of the descendants of the Protector Race was endless.

Shall he say that he has no clothes, and is with the Son, and the ancient trumpet sounds,

How can it be said that there is no clothes, and the same enmity with the son, and the journey between heaven and earth is stained with blood.

At this moment, Xiao Chen seemed to have entered a vacuum, he couldn't hear the slightest sound, and there was endless blood in his eyes.

The next moment, a sword light tore through the blood-red sky, Xiao Chen's eyes regained their light, and when he opened his eyes, it was already a matter of right and wrong, the vicissitudes of life, the entire Purple Snake War Department had become a barren, covered up under the endless wasteland, without the hedgehog gathering a fierce beast alien race, without the blood red that covered the sky and the sun, everything seemed to have been buried by the years.

"Huanghuang human race, blood-stained wilderness, blood descendants exist, go to the vast expanse together, raise the blood sacrifice, the ethnic group is cut off, the blood stains the scorched earth, the lonely soul is bleak, there is no sacrifice, a hundred battles do not die, the human race is endless, strong, sad!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in his mind, this voice he knew that it was what he had heard a moment ago across the ages, and now the majestic and powerful voice seemed to have been consumed by the ages, becoming a little trembling and even a little weak!

After a long time, Xiao Chen finally woke up from this endless memory, and he didn't even know when there was a touch of wetness flowing out of his eyes, endless years, the human race would not die in a hundred battles, the blue blood stained the blue sky, and the eight desolate lands were battled, and he did not retreat or regret death, and the endless years of war did not stop, just to keep the living land occupied by the ancestors, and the merits can be learned from the sun and the moon, how could he let the blood of the ancestors flow in vain, his life was lonely, no one sacrificed, and he became a lonely soul and a wild ghost.

This was also the reason why Xiao Chen came to the main hall to worship these ancestors who had inherited their lives for the human race after looting the wealth left by the Purple Snake Tribe, but what happened then was beyond his expectations.

Then Xiao Chen felt that the invisible qi that was originally Wei Ya on his body had dissipated at some point, and the battle qi that was originally imprisoned in his body had been able to operate at this moment, and his originally tense body could also move.

Gently suppressing the trace of pathos in his mind, Xiao Chen's eyes slowly opened, but what greeted him was an old face.

The figure wearing a purple python robe and a glass crown stood in front of him like this, and even the bead curtain on the glass crown was about to stick to his face.

ps, the patriarch robbed, and the ticket was rewarded (to be continued.) )