At the moment, his face was gloomy.

In addition to the two quasi-emperors, the Spirit Clan also has countless saints.

At that time, he had killed more than sixty people, but it was still too small for the huge number of Spirit Clan.

The wings shook, and in an instant, they walked nearly 10,000 miles away!

The green fox followed, and he couldn't help but think of the clansmen.

"If King Qing is not born, won't the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox have no power to protect itself?"

I believe that the Spirit Clan will not let go of the Fox Clan if they have a chance!

Disappearing in the blink of an eye, it's not surprising that the witch giants are not surprised.

The race behind these two people is too weak, and without the support of the two of them, they will be trampled to death at will in such a big world.

"However, it seems that most of it is in vain."

He could probably surmise that it was at least 10 billion miles away.

With his strength, it would take dozens of days to cross.

And in dozens of days, the ethnic group behind the two has long been wiped out.

While thinking about it, he said lightly: "There is no way to recreate the Desolate Lord Dao System, although it has been forty million years, the means he left behind must still be effective, and he has the terrifying ability to cross a state in an instant." ”

The words came out, pointing out a direction for the two of them.

There's no way around it.

The chances are slim, but it's a little more likely than rushing all the way back to save the people.

Rushing back, you can also happen to encounter the probability that the clan is not extinct, which is almost equal to zero.

And to restart the legacy of the desolate lord, there is at least a little hope.

"The Wild Lord? What did he leave behind? Chen Jun paused and asked in a loud voice.

"The Great Array must still be there, it is a formation that draws heaven and earth, even the power of endless time is difficult to damage."

"Where's the legacy?"

"This is, but the center is actually 90 million miles away!"

The giant pointed to the southeast.

Chen Jun turned directly to the southeast, his wings waved, and he rolled into a terrifying storm.

Qinghu followed, a little puzzled: "You want to reproduce the Dao system?" How difficult it is. ”

It is impossible for the non-amazing talent and fit to reproduce the Dao system of the desolate master, so it is more likely to be a waste of time.

Chen Jun didn't answer, his body shattered into the void, and he kept across.

I searched for the map in my head, and kept looking through it.

After three hours, Chen Jun suddenly stopped.

On the map, the name I've been looking for finally appears, the Wild Lord!

"Sure enough, the remnants are still there!"

Click on the name shards to rush in!

However, this time, in the condensation of the fragments of the revenant, Chen Jun noticed a little difference.

"Is it because of the revival of heaven and earth? The obstacle to the flow of rules seems to have intensified......"

The fragments convoluted, and a burly figure appeared.

The cape is disheveled, and the face is rough.

The smell of the long and thick years wafted in him, making him seem so unreal.

This is the Lord of the Wasteland!

The souls of the dead that can survive for 40 million years are all terrifying existences.

Those who are not strong enough have long been drifting and broken in the years.

Therefore, such a vast space reappeared on the continent, and Chen Jun didn't see any souls along the way, because only this level could be preserved.

The figure opened its cloudy eyes, and it seemed to contain everything.

Silently sensed for a moment: "It's been 40 million years......"

"Senior, the human race is in trouble!"

At this time, he couldn't wait to be long-winded, and Chen Jun's face was full of anxiety.

The figure pointed casually, and in the depths of the desert, a quaint array slowly emerged.

Chen Jun was a little shocked, this was the third existence that could influence the real world with the power of the revenant.

It's also a unique one!

Or maybe even more?

"My magic circle is really not broken." The figure's voice rumbled, a little proud.

"Please teach me, let me return to the Great Xia Capital, no matter how late, maybe the clan will perish!"

"When you see me, what you want most is not my inheritance, you have a human race in your heart, okay!" The Lord of the Wasteland opened his mouth and sighed.

He has seen too many geniuses and too many demons in his life.

Most of them are selfish and self-serving.

The young man in front of him has the ability to awaken his residual thoughts, but what he wants in the first place is not his own inheritance, which is too rare!

At that time, he carried the human race on his back and guarded this place for tens of thousands of years.

Ten thousand years, so lonely.

If there could be such a teenager back then, the inheritance might not be severed.

Rare, rare!

Forty million years after his death, he saw an existence that was also worthy of trust!

Well, that's good!

"My inheritance, which has never been with anyone, is given to you today!"

……

At this moment, the hinterland of the center of the human race, the former Great Xia Zhongzhou.

The blood mist dispersed, and corpses were everywhere.

Broken organs, mutilated corpses, foul-smelling flesh, screams and screams, weeping and screaming.

This is the millions of Spirit Clansmen, who have swept through countless cities of the Terran Race.

It's like purgatory on earth, not just about killing, but also about torture and humiliation.

"Slaughter the Terrans! Comfort the soul of the Emperor of the Open Heaven! ”

The two quasi-emperors led by him had grim faces.

They had already known through the soul lamps in the clan that Emperor Kaitian had died.

I couldn't figure it out with 10,000 puzzles in my heart.

The Emperor of the Open Heaven went to kill a little saint, and the green fox had no chance to make a move, so how could he die?

At this moment, he is extremely angry, and he hates so much that he does not want to let the human race be enslaved forever.

How rare a quasi-emperor is!

While thinking about casually slapping a human saint away, blood splattered everywhere, and every drop spilled was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He deliberately did not kill, leaving this person's life: "Dispose of it to you!" ”

With a snatch of his hand, he threw the Terran saint behind him.

There was a scream of excitement behind him.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Hahaha let me come first, it's my turn this time!"

How terrifying the saint is, ordinary people don't have the slightest chance to come into contact with it.

But now, in just a few hours, I don't know how many saints have been humiliated and ravaged!

Many people sighed.

"It should have started more than ten years ago!"

"It's all to blame on that Chen Jun, causing my Spirit Clan to hide in the spatial rift for more than ten years, and missing more than ten years!"

continued to slaughter and kill, rape and plunder, and one by one they were greatly satisfied.

"Hehe, that Chen Jun will die soon!"

"Emperor Quasi was born, he is finished! Little Human, it's ridiculous! ”

Some people are crazy and give vent to the darkest side of their hearts.

Those with higher levels of the spirit race know that most of their own race will also die.

With the resurgence of those horrific groups, it may be difficult to survive.

In this case, how cool is naturally before death!

Therefore, in the current killing, there is some final crazy meaning!

The army is mighty, slaughtering hundreds of millions of lives in a few hours!

As he continued to move forward, he soon saw a magnificent city in front of him.

"The capital of the Terrans!"

A trace of excitement flashed in the eyes of the two quasi-emperors: "What immortal halls, Dao gates, and divine temples of theirs are all in this city now." ”

"Don't even think about running away."

"That ant named Chen Jun, the Taoist companion is also in this city, hehe......" A demonic brilliance flashed in his eyes.

You will pay the price for killing the sixty-seven saints of my Spirit Clan!

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