In the City of Light, there were nearly a thousand alien races gathered at this time, and these people were all led by the Wing Clan, calling themselves the Bright Sect.

A hundred years have passed, and the population of these alien races has also increased slightly, and there are currently nearly 500 million people.

"Archangel, what should we do now? The Terrans are now becoming more and more arrogant, and it is really hateful to openly provoke our sect in the past few years!" the leader of the Hall people said angrily.

The seven-winged man sitting on the huge chair at the top heard the words and replied: "I know, but we have nothing to do, our so-called four major forces are inseparable, and even each other is constantly fighting each other, we can't twist a rope, and there is nothing we can do about the current human race." ”

The Hall people below said hatefully: "You must know that things will come to such a field, maybe we should not have preserved our strength in the first place, but should have joined forces, in that case, it will only be a mere native, and it will not be destroyed long ago?"

The corners of the seven-winged man's mouth tugged: "Okay, you also said that it was the beginning, just do a good job of exploring now, as long as the Terrans don't let them go, and wait for the inexplicable blockade to dissipate, and then we will take care of it." ”

Before the words fell, the seven-winged man's face changed greatly, and he stepped out of the sky and looked at the endless rolling sky in the distance, silent.

Looking at the man's movements, the high-ranking members of the Bright Sect in the main hall also followed.

"This is...," the Hall leader pointed to the sky in horror and was speechless.

"The Terrans are coming! Prepare for battle!" the seven-winged man exclaimed.

The sky above the horizon was full of Terran monks, and then thousands of huge floating islands swept over the sky, and the huge power made the heavens and the earth seem to tremble.

Zhao Xianzong looked at the huge Bright City thousands of miles away, and waved his hand lightly: "Wipe them down!"

As soon as the words fell, countless Terrans swept out from behind them, overwhelmingly rushing forward.

"Kill!"

"Kill all the aliens!"

And Zhao Xianzong also appeared in the sky above Guangming City in a flash.

As soon as the thought moved tens of thousands of divine swords, he headed towards a group of alien god cultivators.

"Ahh

"I'm not reconciled!"

How powerful is the divine sense of the combined monk, but the thought of hundreds of god-turning monks has all turned into ashes, although the seven-winged man saved his life, but he is also dazed and his IQ does not exist.

Zhao Xianzong, who was standing in the air, glanced at the frightened expressions of hundreds of millions of alien races and smiled slightly.

Under the suppression of cultivation, the sword of divine consciousness is his biggest killer weapon, crushing the general fighting method, it is really extremely ferocious.

Without the protection of the power of the alien gods, the alien race was like duckweed under the killing of the high-ranking monks of the human race.

But even so, the killing continued for three full days, and the entire Guangming City was reduced to ruins, and the alien races of the Bright Sect were all ambushed except for the surrounding small towns, which had already heard the wind and fled.

So far, only three of the four alien forces remain.

Ten days later, Zhao Xianzong came to the realm of the dead with tens of billions of Terran monks.

The land here is black, and the sky is foggy, as if there is never daylight.

Looking at such a scene, Zhao Xianzong knew in an instant that this was inevitably a cultivation system that he didn't know.

But it doesn't matter!

The important thing is that this is also the place where the alien race is, and for the better development of the human race, this race will be destroyed!

Zhao Xianzong stepped out and came to a huge bone mountain, and the white bones were like a region.

As soon as he appeared, a black-robed man spoke up: "Holy Ancestor of the Terran Race, don't be too ruthless in everything! This seal will always dissipate one day, if you do something to the end, have you ever thought about how the Terran race will survive in the future?"

Zhao Xianzong said lightly when he heard this: "The threat is useless to this seat, even if the seal can be lifted tomorrow, you must die today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Divine Consciousness moved slightly, and countless Divine Consciousness Swords headed towards the hundreds of high-level cultivators in the Undead Realm.

Without the slightest loud noise, hundreds of monks fell on the spot.

The black-robed man looked at this scene and said in horror and inexplicably: "You are already in the realm of the king?"

Zhao Xianzong smiled slightly and said: "You don't understand the realm division of this seat, if you can make these people of yours surrender to this seat, this seat can give you a day to live." ”

When the black-robed man heard this, he was furious and said, "Don't think about it! Just ants still want to enslave us and so on?"

"Boom!"

Then a blow came out, and the black-robed man was immediately knocked upside down for more than hundreds of miles, just hitting the oncoming hundreds of millions of human monks.

"Kill him, destroy this undead realm, and then we will rush to the orc country!" As Zhao Xianzong's faint voice came, all the human race monks made a move.

"Venerable Holy Ancestor Decree!"

Another half a month later, when Zhao Xianzong arrived at the Desolate Ancient Grassland with a trillion human races, the hundreds of millions of alien races under the control of orcs were already in full array.

"Terran Holy Ancestor, you have gone too far. Even if you cultivate to the heavens, how can he stop the monstrous wrath of our people one day? If you retreat now, our well water will not interfere with the river water. When all races come again, I, the orcs, will ensure that your human race will not be extinguished!" said a big man dressed in dark armor and about two meters tall.

The sound was loud and loud into the sky, making it clear and audible on both sides.

Zhao Xianzong heard this and said indifferently: "Just an ant dare to talk to this seat about the conditions? This seat now gives you two choices, either surrender to our clan to save your life, or turn to ashes!"

The strong man smiled disdainfully when he heard this: "Even if you are still a group of natives who want us to surrender? Even if you are powerful now, you still can't change the fact that you are natives, the Holy Ancestor of the Human Race! If it weren't for the existence of that seal, there are many people in our clan who can kill you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Xianzong knew that this person was telling the truth, but so what!

Looking at the lofty demeanor of these alien races, Zhao Xianzong instantly surged up with anger: "Kill!

"Kill!"

"Boom!"

"Kill all the aliens!"

After easily erasing a group of high-ranking monks, Zhao Xianzong did not make another move.

These human races will soon be his source of reserve strength, but at this time, they need to be tempered by blood and fire, and soldiers are more valuable than fine, not too many.

Killing the god with the cultivation of the merger period is like slaughtering a dog, which certainly has the particularity of its own exercises, but it also depends on its own cultivation.

If he can build a huge army of Merge Stage monks, then the King's Landing on the Ten Thousand Realms is just around the corner, not to mention that at least as long as it is a cultivation plane, it will definitely have its own place.

At that point, many things may be much simpler, and everything will not always need to be so calculated.

With the alien races in the undead world, one by one, the body has fallen, and this middle-aged area without sunlight has finally cleared the clouds and seen the blue sky.

The scorching sun is shining down, gradually dispelling the cold air here.

After three months, the Terrans wiped out the three major alien forces in a row, and their speed was like a bamboo, and their means were even more devastating.

At this point, the Terrans have occupied all the territory except the Forest of Life, and the vast and boundless water blue stars have almost all fallen into the hands of the Terrans except for the boundless sea.

Although the three alien forces were destroyed, there were still many alien races who fled out and disappeared towards the vast sea.

Zhao Xianzong didn't care about this, as long as the general trend was in hand, what he wanted was for the human race to have a good cultivation environment, and a little slipped through the net may be annoying, but it is harmless.

"Holy Ancestor, we have now destroyed the three major forces, and only the Life Alliance of the Forest of Life remains, when will we march?" Wang Dashan said as he looked at Zhao Xianzong with reverence.

Hearing this, Zhao Xianzong waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, integrate resources as soon as possible, and first increase the number and rank of monks in our clan." ”

Wang Dashan replied: "Yes!"

Watching Wang Dashan leave, Zhao Xianzong said to Qin Baiying again: "If the resources are sufficient, you can forcibly improve the cultivation of those monks of our clan who are not very talented." ”

Qin Baiying was stunned when she heard this, but she still hurriedly replied: "Bai Ying knows." ”

Zhao Xianzong saw that everything was done, and he stepped out and walked towards the imperial city.

After killing so many alien monks, a new plane finally appeared again, which was a surprise.

Originally, Zhao Xianzong also planned to disassemble the Qi Luck Book to open the next plane.

"It's this plane!"