Looking at the overwhelming Zhao Xianzong, all the aliens were surprised.

"Your Highness, we are now, this person doesn't seem to be weak!" the elf man asked aloud.

"It's not weak, but it's not invincible, let's stand still for the time being, and wait and see. The elf woman said lightly.

Some of the alien races, like the elf race, chose to stand still, but the alien races who were killed by Zhao Xianzong with one blow did not have such a good cultivation.

Zhao Xianzong's power was only a momentary loss of consciousness, but then he was furious.

The half-meter-tall dwarf held two sledgehammers in his hands, jumped up and looked at Zhao Xianzong and reprimanded: "Slaughter my people, you deserve to die!"

Zhao Xianzong's divine sense swept over, this dwarf actually had the cultivation of the Empress Yuan, if this person had just joined the war, the human race might not be able to hold out for so long.

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

After finishing his words, Zhao Xianzong's hands quickly flipped up, making people dazzled.

As the hands continued to turn, countless golden streamers shot out in all directions.

Then the fluorescence in Zhao Xianzong's hand flashed, and the astrolabe was thrown towards the earth!

"Up!"

With a soft shout, under the gaze of countless aliens and human races, a large array covering the sky rose in an instant.

For a time, the faint light blue color filled a radius of tens of thousands of miles, enveloping all the alien races.

Although the sword of divine consciousness is invincible, but after a large-scale obliteration just now, Zhao Xianzong has already felt faintly weak, but that kind of method can't be used a second time, at least not for a while.

Originally, it was planned to use the means of the meteorite annihilation again, but because it was not set up in advance, it was also unable to be used.

But fortunately, when he first came to this plane, he refined the golden thunderwood into a formation weapon in advance, and with the help of the array weapon, he also had a fixed astrolabe as an array eye.

The power of this 'trapped dragon' laid by Zhao Xianzong can be increased several times!

Within 10,000 miles, countless desolate beasts appeared out of thin air throughout the war, attacking and killing a group of alien races.

Those with low cultivation died on the spot, and although they could be easily broken with high cultivation, they would be exhausted after a long time in the face of endless monsters.

"Kill him! this battle will be broken!" shouted the little dwarf, feeling the faint danger.

The same was true of the demon clan, dozens of high-ranking cultivators who had never participated in the battle at all attacked Zhao Xianzong almost at the same time.

As the demons and dwarves moved at the same time, the remaining nearly 100 alien races that had only been damaged, and the high-level monks also took action at the same time.

For a time, the heavens and the earth were full of ghosts, and bursts of sonic booms spread all over the world.

Although this battle is not as fierce as the fight of hundreds of billions of monks, the power is even better, just because the level of this battle is higher.

Outside the big array, hundreds of millions of human race monks stared at the dark figure in this array, and there was a look of worship in their eyes, but more of them were worried.

"With so many alien powers from the Qin City Lord, can the seniors stop it?" Wang Dashan asked worriedly.

It was under the protection of Wang Dashan that Qin Baiying saved his life, and when he heard this, he turned around and said softly: "I don't know, the cultivation of these alien races is far beyond us, so with our vision, we can't tell who has a better chance of winning." ”

Yang Qianqian, Song Yun'er and others at the back of the crowd also pinched a cold sweat, if the human race is defeated in this battle, it is doomed to ruin!

On the other side of the Great Array, the elves and other alien races who had withdrawn from the range of the Great Array early were also afraid of the fight in the array.

"This kind of means?" the eight-winged man of the Angel Clan wondered.

"Archangel, how big is the long universe, not to mention that this is the Ancient Star, a place where countless powerful civilizations have been born, it is not surprising that there are such strange means!"

This person was dressed in a wide black robe, and when the breeze blew, the bones around his body were fully displayed, and he was a living skeleton of bones.

"Hmph, you skeletons are things that can't be put on the table after all, even if what's the use of living forever? Don't you think it's a kind of torture to live like this?" the eight-winged man said.

"Hehe, don't bother Your Excellency, even if we are not human, ghosts or ghosts, it is better than being a puppet!" the skeleton man scoffed.

"Dare to insult my lord! You are looking for death!" The eight-winged man was instantly furious.

But looking at the other races who were watching the play, the eight-winged man finally endured.

"After the Heart of the Plane is born, you and I will make a calculation! This Ancient Star is your burial place!" said the eight-winged man with a gloomy face.

"Hehe, this king is waiting for you!" replied the skeleton man, not to be outdone.

Zhao Xianzong in the formation watched countless figures attacking him, and he didn't dare to be careless.

Among these figures, there are countless cultivators in the Yuan Hou, and there are nearly 100 people in the realm of transforming into gods.

With such a might, it is lifeless to fight against himself head-on, but after fusing the heart of the plane, Zhao Xianzong can break through the void in this world.

This alone can be invincible, otherwise even if Zhao Xianzong misses the tragic situation of the human race, he will definitely not risk his name and be the so-called hero.

The title of hero is always reserved for the dead, and I don't want to die!

"Bang"

Countless overwhelming attacks of all colors headed towards Zhao Xianzong, covering a radius of thousands of miles in an instant, and the attacks collided with each other, and even the space was filled with ripples.

A breeze blew, and the field was silent, and Zhao Xianzong's figure was gone.

"Impossible!"

"Senpai!"

"Is my Terran really going to end?"

Seeing the blow, the figure that brought endless hope to the human race turned into ashes, and hundreds of millions of human races were sad.

"It seems that we have lost after all!" Qin Baiying's eyes flashed, and he said extremely lonely.

Wang Dashan also looked sad and silent.

"Haha!

"It stands to reason that under the combined force of such ten thousand cultivators, even the Venerable Lord will be hated!"

"Wait, wait for the Terrans to be wiped out, even the dead Plane Heart will still be lured out, and then it will be the beginning of our battle!"

Just when the human race is sad and desperate, and the alien race is happy.

"Extinguish!"

A shocking voice came from the field, and it resounded thousands of miles in an instant.

As the voice appeared, the space in the array rippled, and the dark figure that should have turned to gray reappeared in place again.

And as his words fell, a huge unicorn phantom appeared out of thin air.

"Roar!"

The hundred-foot-tall Qilin Phantom roared in the sky, and then turned into an afterimage and attacked the low-level alien monks on the ground.

Everywhere they passed, all the alien races suddenly turned into blood mist, and even the most powerful demon clan in the flesh couldn't stop the force of this strange beast's impact.

In addition, the Qing Ying Sword in Zhao Xianzong's hand suddenly turned into a thousand zhang in size, and he came out of his hand and headed towards a group of high-level cultivators of different races.

Wherever he passed, even if he was a cultivator of an alien race after the Yuan Dynasty, he couldn't stop the power of a blow.

As for Zhao Xianzong himself, his figure disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared beside a dwarven monk with a god-transforming cultivation.

Holding a huge white bone banner in his hand, Zhao Xianzong shook slightly, and the god-turning man disappeared out of thin air.

It's only temporary, but it's time for him to die!

As the white bone banner shook violently, the dwarven god monk wanted to break through the defense.

At this moment, Zhao Xianzong slapped the man's little head with a palm, without any mana in his hand, it seemed to be just an ordinary palm.

But the man, who had never panicked even when he was included in the white bone flag, looked at this ordinary palm and suddenly showed a look of horror.

"No!"

A terrible scream rang out, but it only lasted for a short moment.

The dwarven man who came out suddenly stood still.

Zhao Xianzong's sleeves flicked slightly, and a god-transforming monk suddenly turned into a cloud of sand.

"This is the power of time! Let the monk experience countless time corrosion in an instant, unless it is the peerless power, otherwise this method is invincible!" Zhao Xianzong withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

Then he disappeared out of thin air again, heading towards the next Avatar monk.

The White Bone Banner is contained, and when they break through the flag, they make physical contact.

Left hand, right hand in slow motion!

It was such a simple two-handed movement, but it became a nightmare for a group of high-ranking monks of different races in the array.

No one is the enemy of the unity, and the only human race that I thought could be killed with one blow has become the terminator of their deaths, and this change is beyond everyone's expectations.