"If you don't make a move, when we die, you'll be next!" a foreign god monk shouted to the alien race who were still watching the battle outside the formation.

Watching the countless monks in the field fall inexplicably one by one, the power of this demon clan was really afraid. I can only think of the alien race outside the formation crying out for help.

They are all the major civilization races in this universe, and although they are constantly killing each other, they can compete for this face heart together, which shows that their own strength is among them.

The alien races outside the formation glanced at each other, and they all saw each other's thoughts.

It was no matter how the cultivators in the array asked for help, and no race came to help.

In their opinion, the reason why this Terran monk is so powerful is only thanks to the help of this strange formation, if there is no big formation, they and others will not be able to easily pinch him!

In less than half a day, the battle in the array had been temporarily suspended, except for the dark figure still standing in the sky, there was not a single living creature within the entire array of thousands of miles.

Hundreds of alien races, wiped out in a battle.

Among them, there are countless cultivators after the Yuan Dynasty, and there are hundreds of cultivators.

If such a record were to be changed to another plane, Zhao Xianzong estimated that even a Mahayana monk would not be able to do it.

Through the soul search of several god-transforming monks, Zhao Xianzong already understood the origin of this alien race and their purpose.

"You're here for the Heart of the Plane? Hehe, it looks like you're doomed to disappointment!"

"Holy Ancestor Divine Might!"

"Holy Ancestor Divine Might!"

"Holy Ancestor Divine Might!"

The Terran monks looked at the scene in the formation and shouted in unison for a while.

As the sound of the loud shouting became louder and louder, countless human races knelt down and worshiped Zhao Xianzong in the sky.

"Wait..."

Zhao Xianzong, who was about to speak, was stunned.

Because the system in my mind was abnormal at this time, in the past, there was only a big roulette wheel for extracting exercises, a bookshelf for luck, and a small roulette wheel for descending, but when the human race worshiped in unison, there was suddenly another function.

It was a bridge-like pattern, and Zhao Xianzong's divine sense touched it.

In an instant, messages emerged from my mind.

"This is actually a bridge between the two sides?" Zhao Xianzong was surprised.

This new function is a bridge between the two planes that you have experienced, and you can choose to connect the two planes you have experienced.

What a god-defying ability!

Looking at the hundreds of millions of people who were worshipping him below, Zhao Xianzong, who wanted to leave, had a new plan in an instant!

"Maybe the real path of the advent of the Ten Thousand Worlds is really starting now!"

"If we build these human races in this plane into an army of monks who are all in the Mahayana period, then in the plane with great interests in the future, we will be equivalent to having the backup power of one plane! What kind of power is this, who can stop us?"

Even Zhao Xianzong, who was already in an indifferent mood, could not hide the excitement in his heart at this moment.

"In this way, the human race in this world is about to be built well! Because these people are pawns that can be used for themselves in the future."

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Xianzong suppressed the agitation in his heart, turned around and looked at the hundreds of millions of people kneeling on the ground and said: "This seat is a person of the human race, and the human race has suffered this calamity, how can this seat sit idly by." These alien races are the civilizations of this universe, and they have come here to seek the power of the origin of this world. ”

"Origin power?" the entire human race was puzzled, but this did not hinder their anger, they just needed to know that these alien races were not at ease, as for what they were planning, it didn't matter.

Zhao Xianzong continued: "The so-called ten thousand clans are actually only a part of their total strength, if these people let them escape safely, our follow-up troubles will continue!"

Zhao Xianzong didn't lie, he knew through soul searching that there really is a so-called true god in this universe, and the reason why all races can come together is because they all have a true god behind them.

But judging from the current information, it is impossible to judge how much power the so-called true god can have, but one thing can be concluded, that is, it is definitely not something that he can compete with, even if he has already fused with the heart of the plane.

In that case, the only way to do this is to kill these aliens!

This world has been regarded by Zhao Xianzong as his own forbidden territory, and they cannot be touched, not even gods!

"So in order to protect our human race, we must kill all these alien races today, are you willing to fight with this seat?" Zhao Xianzong looked at the endless human race below and said loudly.

"I am willing to fight with the Holy Ancestor!"

"I am willing to fight with the Holy Ancestor!"

Zhao Xianzong listened to this earth-shattering shout, smiled slightly, turned around and looked at the alien races thousands of miles away, and said, "Today is the death period you are waiting for!"

"Arrogance!"

"Hmph! just ants, dare to make a big fuss?"

"Look for death!"

......

Looking at Zhao Xianzong, who was like no one next to him and had already regarded himself and his clan as lambs, all the aliens were furious, just native, and they dared to be so presumptuous!

Although Zhao Xianzong said it decisively, he was not stupid, at this time there were still thousands of foreign races, although the number of people was not as large as the human race, but the strength was very different, at this time, it was useless to fight rashly, even if he fought until he was exhausted.

Besides, at this moment, the human monks are all exhausted in mana, and they are only one line stronger than mortals, and this is definitely not the time for a decisive battle.

Therefore, after saying that, Zhao Xianzong did not make a move, but turned his hands and continued to lay down several protective formations and trapped formations.

The human race on the ground was excited, and they were about to rush away with Zhao Xianzong.

But Qin Baiying, Wang Dashan, Song Bo and the others, who were in the lead, slammed their bodies, and then glanced at the dark figure above the sky with red eyes, and quickly organized tens of billions of human races to retreat quickly.

"Oh no! the Terrans are going to run, kill them!"

A group of aliens were waiting for Zhao Xianzong to lead the Terrans to come forward and throw themselves into the net, but seeing that the Terrans did not come for a long time, they became suspicious.

However, due to the cover of the formation, the scene on the other side of the big array was not real, and after the people of the Wing Clan found out the situation, the alien races realized it later.

Then a big battle started again, but only Zhao Xianzong was facing it.

With the support of several large arrays, Zhao Xianzong barely blocked a group of high-ranking monks of different races.

But even with the ability to break the void, coupled with the protection of the Tencel Treasure Armor, Zhao Xianzong was still seriously injured, but fortunately, with the healing power of the luck book, he could barely support it.

The tens of billions of retreating Terrans looked back, only to see a crumbling dark figure, firmly blocking the inky torrent.

The roar of the fighting method was still clearly audible even from thousands of miles away, and many ordinary mortals, although they couldn't see the specific scene.

But listening to this roar, I also know that there is still one person fighting for the Terrans!

That man is the Holy Ancestor of the Terran Race!

The Holy Ancestor who saved the human race from danger!

Tens of billions of the remaining human races, under the leadership of Wang Dashan and Qin Baiying, after bowing three times into the distance, resolutely led the human race towards the imperial city.

The war lasted for half a month, and Zhao Xianzong had already consumed nearly 200 luck books.

But even so, his divine sense was exhausted, and Zhao Xianzong at this time couldn't even perceive hundreds of meters on his side, which was really incredible for a monk of this realm.

But the alien races were also uncomfortable, and there were countless high-level monks who had lost Zhao Xianzong's hands in the past half a month.

"Your Highness, are we still not going to war?" the elven man asked in a respectful voice.

The inexplicable look in the elf woman's eyes flashed when she heard this, and she looked at the blood-stained figure in the sky and said, "This person is immortal, and the human race is immortal!"

After speaking, he said: "If the heart of the plane does not come out, what we do is useless, don't forget that this star field has been blocked by us, at least for 10,000 years, we can only rely on ourselves, if we consume too much strength, we will be in danger at any time!"

"What about these?" the man said, gesturing to the killing that continued in the distance.

The elven woman smiled slightly: "They haven't noticed it yet, when they realize that the entire star field is blocked and there will be no more support, these races with excessive strength will be cleaned up in an instant." ”