But the brilliance of annihilation was too bright, even the powerhouses of the Dragon Realm couldn't see through it, and they couldn't see the scene in it.

In the anxious waiting, the bright light in the sky dissipated little by little.

Everyone saw Lei Yongyuan, the king realm creature of the Thunder Tribe, his left hand was holding his right body, his right arm was cut off, and there was red blood flowing from the wound.

The terrifying thunder still wrapped around Lei Yongyuan, but it was far less powerful and terrifying than before.

Following Lei Yongyuan, Jun Taichu also revealed his figure, this King Realm creature shrouded in golden brilliance, blood stained the golden robe, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and he covered his chest in pain.

"Where's the green immortals?"

Everyone looked curious.

A moment later, when all the light and haze had cleared, a cyan figure slowly appeared.

"It's Qingxian!"

"Qingxian this is ......"

Everyone frowned at first, and finally looked solemn.

The Qing Immortal, who had a peerless posture before, was covered in blood at the moment, and the cyan long sword in his hand was also broken into several pieces, holding only one hilt.

The original green and quiet three thousand hairs also became extremely white, like a waterfall hanging upside down, and the whole person became old and gloomy.

This Qingming tribe has been self-proclaimed in the dragon blood pool for more than 30 years, and it no longer has the world-beating aura when it descended here.

Many monks were silent, and in such a scene, everyone understood that the life of the Qing Immortal might have come to an end.

"Ancestor!"

Qing Xuan coughed up a mouthful of blood and exclaimed sadly.

He found that there was only a faint trace of the ancestor's primordial spirit, like a broken candle in the wind, which would be blown out as soon as the wind blew. Such a weak primordial god is weaker than the soul of ordinary people, and it can't withstand the decay of time at all.

The life of the ancestor is about to come to an end.

"Ancestor!"

Of the five Dragon Realm monks of the Qingxuan tribe, three of them rushed to the side of the Qingxian and protected their ancestors, and under the gaze of Lei Yongyuan and Jun Taichu, the three of them brought the ancestors back to the ground.

"Ancestor!"

In the midst of the many worried voices of the Qingming Tribe, the two King Realm creatures above the sky slowly came to the sky above the team of the Qingming Tribe.

Looking at the white-haired old man below who was surrounded by many clansmen, Jun Taichu calmly spoke:

"Qingxian, you are defeated."

Lei Yongyuan's expression was indifferent, when the great enemy of life and death for many years was completely defeated in front of him, all the hatred in his heart seemed so insignificant, and some were just relieved.

"Qingxian, the two of us can join forces to defeat you, you are proud enough!"

"Do you have the strength to fight again? If not, this king will send you on your way! ”

Lei Yongyuan's voice was flat, but the determination contained in it was unquestionable.

"Leave me alone, protect the Ancestor!"

The two king realm creatures pressed forward, and the terrifying qi suppressed everything, and Qing Xuan weakly commanded the five people beside him.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

The five of them stood in a row, staring at Lei Yongyuan and Jun Taichu in the sky.

Qing Xuan stood up, the mountain and river seal resurfaced above his head, and the cyan divine feather appeared in his hand again.

In the battle with Jun Taichu, his strength was completely exhausted and he was seriously injured.

But at this moment, he can't care about so much!

As soon as the ancestor was defeated, he could only be on top of Qingxuan. Although half an hour has passed, the strength he has recovered is minimal, and the combat power at this moment is at most the Divine Transformation Realm, but he will not back down, even if he already knows the ending.

In the face of the two King Realm creatures, even if the people of the whole clan rushed up, they were not the enemies of the other party.

He held the cyan divine feather in his hand, and pointed at the two kings in the sky above, "How can the people of my Qingming tribe have the reason to kneel and die, how can they be spineless!" Kill everyone with their own patriarch! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Hundreds of clansmen raised their swords in unison, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"If you don't enter the king's realm, you will end up as an ant, and you want to stop the king even if you wait? Amusing. ”

Lei Yongyuan shook his head, raised his left hand, and with a sizzling sound, hundreds of thunderbolts began to appear in his palm.

The people of the Qingming tribe are very courageous, even if they are at the end of their rope, no one is afraid, but in the face of absolute strength, courage is just the most useless thing.

Courage does not give birth to miracles, facts are facts, and gaps are gaps.

As long as he pressed the thunder and lightning in his hand, the people of the Qingming tribe would be all killed in an instant!

"Since then, there are probably only two super tribes in this Changsheng River Basin."

"The Qingming tribe is about to become the dust of history, buried by time forever."

Feeling the terrifying deterrence emanating from the thunder controlled by Lei Yongyuan, many monks murmured, and everyone sighed, lamented, and was happy. But everyone knows that the Qingming tribe will perish.

Qingxian lost his combat power, Qingxuan lost his combat power, and no one in the Qingming tribe could resist the blow of the creatures of the Wang Realm.

The three great divine guards of the Shanshui tribe who were standing on the sidelines were full of worry, and the platinum divine guard Zi Wuji opened his mouth to ask Zi Yuntian in front of him:

"Patriarch, what should we do now?"

Black Gold Divine Guard Cangyu asked uncertainly, "Patriarch, should we stand with the Qingming Tribe?" ”

Zi Yuntian took a deep breath and turned to look at the three major divine guards: "My Shanshui tribe and Qingming tribe follow the city lord together, and in the general sense, they are people in the same boat, and they should live and die together!" ”

Speaking of this, Zi Yuntian's voice changed, "But we can't die here, at least not all of them here!" In this way, the three of you should leave here quickly with Miss Liu. Three, Xiao'er and the tribe will be handed over to you. I'll go too! ”

Airplanes!

As soon as the words fell, Zi Yuntian took out the purple long sword handed over to him by his second uncle Ziqiong, and came out without waiting for the three major divine guards to react.

"Qingxuan, Lao Tzu is here to help you!"

Zi Yuntian roared angrily, smashed into the battlefield with a purple sword in his hand, and rushed into the camp of the Qingming tribe.

Ziyuntian is only the cultivation of the Divine Transformation Realm, compared to the creatures of the King Realm, the Divine Transformation Realm is so small, but the tens of thousands of monks who are watching are very moved.

There are also people who are very shocked, a small god transformation realm, who gave him the guts? Didn't you see that the Qingming tribe was facing two high-ranking King Realm creatures?

Now, whoever rushes in will only have one end.

Ziyuntian's move is tantamount to a moth to a fire!

But just when everyone was surprised, two more people rose into the sky, one controlled a silver-white long sword, and the other carried a black and gold heavy spear diagonally!

The two of them didn't have any extra words, but just said in a loud voice: "Patriarch, we will die with you!" ”

These two people are none other than the Platinum Divine Guardian Zi Wuji and the Black Gold Divine Guardian Cangyu!

The two of them looked firm, and after explaining Zhenchuan's words, they rushed out to kill, and they were not afraid of the creatures of the Wang Realm.

"You ......"

Qing Xuan, who was facing a life-and-death crisis, had red eyes, and he looked at Ziyuntian and Ziyuntian's two guards who rushed over, and his heart was extremely moved.

But he still shook his head, "You guys go quickly, there's no need to bury me with the Qingming tribe!" ”

Speaking of this, Xu Ruoda, who was forcibly suppressed by Qingxuan, said in a deep voice to the two Dragon Realm clansmen beside him: "Qinghe, An, send the Purple Patriarch out of here!" ”

"Ziyuntian, I, Qingxuan, thank you for your kindness, but how can I let you die in vain! You have your own clan! Your people are still waiting for you! ”

Qingxuan was moved and sad again.

People in the world are the icing on the cake, it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow, Ziyuntian and the two great gods can come up, he Qingxuan is very happy!

But it was precisely because of this that he hoped that the three of Ziyuntian could live, and they didn't have to accompany the Qingming tribe to death, and they didn't have to accompany him Qingxuan to die!

Facing Qing Xuan's unappreciative face, Zi Yuntian raised the purple sword in his hand and said categorically:

"Qingxuan, since you and I choose to follow the city lord, we are grasshoppers on the same line, regardless of you and me! I don't care what you think, but I think that's the case! ”

"Never!" Qing Xuan still refused, still wanting the two Dragon Realm clansmen beside him to push the three of Ziyuntian out of the battlefield.

But before the clansmen beside him could make a move, suddenly nearly 2,000 people flew up in the distance!

"We are willing to die together!"

"The old tribe has long since disappeared into time, so what's the point of living alone?"

"We are all subordinates of the city lord, and we should be in the same boat! Since the Thunder Tribe and the Golden Dragon Tribe are going to work hard against each other, then even if we die, we have to try to see if the creatures of the King Realm are really that strong! ”

"Yes, to be an enemy of the Qingming tribe is to be an enemy of the city lord, and to be an enemy of the city lord is to be an enemy of us! In the face of the enemy, the only way is to kill! ”

The more than 2,000 people who had previously offered the Zhenlong Talisman to Qin Han, except for the mortals who had not cultivated, the rest of them all raised their swords and rushed into the camp of the Qingming tribe.

The faces of the two king realm creatures in the sky were gloomy, although the cultivation of these nearly two thousand people was uneven, they were a group of rabble, but their respective identities were extremely complex, they were all the guardians of the Zhenlongfu Fu, and they all represented a clan behind them!

Although some of the tribes behind these people have disappeared, and some are only small tribes of dozens or hundreds of people, they have a long history and have special significance in terms of historical origins.

If you kill them all, I'm afraid you will be tainted with some terrible karma.

Lei Yongyuan and Jun Taichu glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

"To kill, or not to kill?" Jun Taichu asked.

Lei Yongyuan narrowed his eyes, did not answer Jun Taichu, but looked at the thousands of people below, and said in a deep voice:

"This king gives you one last chance, as long as you leave this place now, this king will not appear when you have not appeared! Because no matter how you stop it, the Qingming tribe must perish today! ”

"Whoever stands in the way of this king is the enemy of this king! In the face of the enemy, this king will never be soft, only thunder punishment to meet! ”

"This king gives you time to breathe, and those who don't retreat after a breath will die with the Qingming tribe!"

Lei Yongyuan's hand is thundering, and his determination to destroy the Qingming tribe is extremely firm, even if it is infected with many unbearable causes and effects!

Feeling Lei Yongyuan's determination, the golden long sword appeared in front of Jun Taichu, holding the sword in his hand, Jun Taichu once again showed the terrifying qi of the creatures of the king realm.

"Brother Yongyuan, if there is cause and effect, my two major clans will shoulder it together!"

"Yes!"

Lei Yongyuan responded lightly.

The time for a breath passed quickly, but no one retreated!

Lei Yongyuan laughed angrily, and no longer hesitated to turn his palm and press it down! In an instant, endless thunder roared and rushed out, wanting to destroy everything.

Jun Taichu did not hesitate to slash out a sword, the golden sword light slashed, and the sharp sword qi wanted to tear everything and smash everything!