There was a while.

Sword Advocacy Daolin couldn't wait any longer, and said impatiently, "Forget it, don't wait, without them, we can still break through this bullshit array!"

The Lord of the Blood Zen, Blood Traceless, nodded with rare approval: "Yes, it is better for you and me to work together, coupled with Song Daoyou's strength, we will definitely be able to break through this big array."

Song Jing looked into the distance and did not respond.

These old guys achieved the Mahayana realm thousands of years ago, and then for the ethereal path to becoming immortals, they didn't ask about the world for many years.

I don't know anything about the internal situation of the human race, and the demon race is getting stronger and stronger, if it weren't for the fact that he took the opportunity to seriously injure the demon emperor Bai Bai hundreds of years ago.

I'm afraid it's going to be a different scene today.

It's actually now, these old guys haven't woken up, do they think this is still 10,000 years ago? Z.br>

The Terrans have begun to decline.

Disappointing, so disappointed.

"If it's so simple, we would have opened it seven years ago, so why wait until now?" The emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, there is no genius in the cultivation of the human race for thousands of years.

He roared angrily, "The Terrans are defeated at the hands of you old stubborn!"

"Bastard, don't forget how you got to where you are today, step by step, and become the Song Jingdi who is now worshiped by the world, and it is not because of our support that you have you today, and you dare to speak to us like this?"

"Even if your cultivation strength is stronger than us old guys now, don't forget that you are always a junior in front of us, and juniors should look like juniors!" The owner of the Blood Zen Temple, Blood Traceless, said gloomily on the side.

And although the sword master did not agree, he did not refute it, and seemed to agree with the statement that there was no trace of blood.

It's okay not to mention these, but when it comes to the past, this Emperor Song Jing is more and more angry.

"I don't know what it is..."

Seeing that Song Jingzhen, who had been a powerful rival to the Demon Clan Emperor and even seriously injured him in the end, was furious, Blood Without a Trace and Zhang Daolin both retreated.

At this moment, for the two of them, Song Jing in front of them was like a beast that they had raised with their own hands, and now their wings were hard.

Not even a sentence or two.

"Okay, okay, the current thing is important, everyone is thinking about the human race, why bother?" Zhang Daolin always persuaded him to do peace.

Song Jing didn't mean to let go at all, and said bluntly, "For the sake of the human race? How many years have you used such an excuse, and you will deceive those three-year-old children, in the end, it is not for yourself, look at the human race outside now, the miasma of right and wrong is reversed, this is all your masterpiece!"

"Is this what you call it for the Terrans?"

As soon as these words came out, the two of them finally stopped talking, and both turned their faces to look into the distance.

Now it can only be that we can wait for the others to arrive and then break through this big array in one fell swoop.

And just before the arrival of several Mahayana powerhouses of the human race, the blood-colored land in the demon court was filled with blood mist, and the two armies of the alien race and the demon race, which were originally dense, had turned into nourishment for the blood-colored sacrifice at this moment.

No one was spared!

The fruits of the Scarlet Great Sacrifice also quietly appeared in the sky.

It shone with an incomparably gentle light that was irresistible to anything, and even Wang Jiang, who was in the blood mist with his eyes closed, saw its presence.

And the Demon Emperor Bai and the Great Ancestor of the Alien Race, who were still fighting in the True Treasure Realm, were also constantly approaching this side at this moment.

It looked like a seed, a blood-colored seed, and it was impossible to tell what was magical from the outside, except for a strange glow.

"This thing belongs to this seat, and this seat has been cultivated with thousands of years of painstaking efforts and sacrificed the lives of my people, do you want to be that yellow finch? Don't think!" The Great Ancestor of the Alien Race seemed to be unable to defeat him, or to delay him.

It can only be the one who grabs it first.

The two of them broke through the barrier of the True Void Realm, and the two Mahayana powerhouses with completely outgoing momentum descended on the Void Treasure Realm, and even the surrounding space was constantly distorted, collapsing and rebuilding again.

During the fighting period, countless spaces were torn apart, causing the surrounding spiritual power to flow wildly and inwardly.

By the time Wang Jiang came out at this time, the entire blood-colored earth was already devastated, and even the surrounding space was torn everywhere.

As if the end of the world was coming.

Looking at the surrounding scenes, as well as the suddenly disappeared demon army and alien army, Wang Jiang himself was a little skeptical that this would not be a bloody land.

Did you fall for some powerful illusion or some other magical power?

But seeing the battle between the Demon Emperor and another strong man in the extreme distance made him have to believe that this was the blood-colored land.

It's just that I didn't expect this place to become like this for a short while, where did those alien races and demon races go?

The battle between the Demon Emperor and the Great Ancestor of the Alien Race was about to spread here, and Wang Jiang had to leave here immediately.

"What the hell happened here?" Wang Jiang repeatedly wondered about this question.

The two armies fought against each other, and the number of participants exceeded 10 million, why did they all disappear in a few hours?

And what is that seed-like thing in the sky that can't be avoided from the eye?

Never seen it before!

Without any obstacles, Wang Jiang easily came to the halfway of the city, but at this time he found that he didn't seem to be able to enter.

An invisible barrier separated the blood-colored earth from the demon court.

There are more and more torn spaces, and powerful suction power emerges from them, and if ordinary people approach, they will definitely be crushed to pieces.

Even the current Wang Jiang didn't dare to approach easily.

And at this time, above the head of the city, the freely available air hangs to see what is happening outside.

Due to the barrier, he couldn't transmit the message to Wang Jiang, and now that Wang Jiang was under the city, he shouted loudly, "Wang Jiang, run, run as far as possible, this is a scam Everyone is dead, the demon clan has gone crazy this time, I'm afraid you won't be spared if you stay."

Only then did Wang Jiang notice the air hanging above the city, "All dead? How did you die?"

"Don't ask, go quickly, you won't be able to explain clearly for a while, and I'll explain to you when you're safe."

Wang Jiang took a deep look at the air, then turned his head and flew farther away.

The empty hanging on the head of the city is also very anxious, and it is impossible to transmit the news to the situation here, otherwise it would not be the current situation.

At the same time, he was thinking about what was happening in front of him, "Sacrifice? But I can't see what the hell this is, it takes such a huge amount of lives to succeed, what are the demons and aliens doing?"

Hanging from the classics of the Boran Henggong Group of Books since childhood, he naturally saw a little clue, but he couldn't tell what this sacrifice was for a while!

Empty frowns tightened, sighing repeatedly.

"If only Myocheng and Shangxuan were here, maybe they'd know something."