Chapter 67: The Fighting Styles of the Invincible Daoists 1

"I... It's an invincible Taoist! โ€

As soon as the mechanical giant landed, a shout came out of the mechanical giant's mouth. Then I saw the mechanical giant's arms change, and six black pipes grew on both hands.

"Invincible Daoist, kill him and avenge the ancestor."

With Wu Di's shout, the Blue Lion clan suddenly became excited. Tens of thousands of clansmen all burst out with mana and slaughtered Wu Di.

"I'll send you now to follow your ancestors."

"Buzz...

Looking at the overwhelming blue lion clan that was flying or pounced on him, Wu Di said loudly, the muzzle of the Gatling in both hands turned, and in the next second, several meters long tongues of fire erupted, and countless metal bullets began to shoot towards the blue lion clan gathered around.

Wu Di stood in place like a mecha, constantly shooting around, and the metal bullets became the most powerful killing weapons under the action of the four external plug-ins, whether it was born to fly, or the blue lion rushing to the ground, under the fire of the light-speed bullet, they all turned into flying ashes.

In the face of light-speed bullets, the bigger the body, the faster he will die, and it is only possible for Da Luo Jinxian to dodge a few times when he incarnates into a Dao body. The other Blue Lions simply couldn't dodge the bullets that came at the speed of light. And how could Da Luo Jinxian dodge Gatling's strafing.

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Five minutes later, there was not a single blue lion in the entire Blue Lion Clan's gathering place, and the ground was covered with blue and gray ashes.

"This is still the real extermination of the clan!"

Gatling no longer sprayed tongues of fire, and Wu Di looked at the ashes piled up on the ground like a desert, shook his huge mechanical head, and after collecting the remaining magic artifacts on the ground, he jumped into the sky with both feet, and after a mechanical tumble, he turned into an alien fighter again and flew away quickly.

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The Antelope Horn Clan is a natural race of the Flood Wilderness, and it can be regarded as a medium race, with a population of three million, and the strongest person in the clan has the cultivation of a golden immortal.

However, now the entire Antelope Clan, from the Golden Immortal level Ancestors, to the milk beasts that had just been born and were just practicing Qi Transformation God level, were rushing to the territory of the Blue Lion Clan.

The orders of the Blue Lion Clan are something they cannot refuse or refute. Otherwise, there will be no place for them to survive in the wilderness, and the Blue Lion Clan said that they should use all their strength to come, and they will have to come with all the strength of their clan, including those newborn beasts.

The three million races are advancing on the earth like a tidal wave.

'The Antelope Horn Clan, this clan has a lot of karma and no merit, and it is right for you to be registered. โ€™

In the sky, Wu Di, who was flying at the speed of light, looked at the Antelope clan on the ground like a black mountain range. After muttering a few words to himself, he began to reduce the flight altitude. The list in Wu Di's mouth is a book of creatures in the wilderness, and there is a list of species that have perished.

(The race that swore to Heaven to dissolve is the demise of another species, and the race that disbands is a new species.) ๏ผ‰

In just a few seconds, Wu Di flew above the front of the Antelope Clan, and the belly of the plane opened in a burst of mechanical changes, and a missile fell out of it. At the same time, Wu Di softly spit out two words in his mouth: "Accelerate hanging, multiply hanging." โ€

The next moment, flames erupted from the tail of the falling missile, and the missile suddenly shot at the speed of one percent of the light towards the Antelope clan below.

In the course of flight, the missile is still splitting into two and two into four, and the number of missiles will double almost every 100 meters advanced.

"Patriarch, what's that?"

On the ground, when the antelope tribe discovered the missiles fired from the front, the missiles in the sky were already dense, like clouds, carrying terrifying oppression and crisis.

"It's not good, quickly raise your defense!"

Looking at the missile that was shooting like a cloud, and feeling a deep crisis coming, the Antelope Horn Patriarch's face suddenly changed wildly, and he immediately shouted to his own clan.

In the next second, countless defensive spells and defensive magic weapons rose on the ground, enveloping the Antelope Horn Clan, which was advancing like a mountain range.

"Boom Boom ยทยทยทยทยทยท!"

In the second of a second, countless missiles fell, and endless explosions began at the beginning of the procession of the Antelope Horn Clan, enveloping the Antelope Horn Clan. Each explosion is as powerful as 50,000 tons of TNT equivalent.

On the top of the million-meter-high mountain, Wu Di once again turned into Megatron and stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the nuclear explosion that enveloped the entire Antelope clan, and at this moment even the earth was constantly shaking. The sound of nuclear explosions resounded through the world. Considering the effect of the Heavenly Dao and the development of the Flood Desolation, Wu Di changed his killing strategy.

At this time, in the team of the Antelope Horn Clan, in the nuclear explosions, the defenses they supported, and the shields formed by the defensive magic weapons they sacrificed were constantly vibrating, and then cracking and shattering.

The extreme heat generated by the nuclear explosion constantly invaded their defenses, and the people who cultivated to be weak were constantly roasted and killed. The ground also turned red, and the earth was burned to black glass.

"Hold on, hold on."

"Stand up the heat barrier!"

"Don't hold the heat barrier, the defense is almost unsupportable!"

Looking at the defenses that were about to shatter in the continuous explosions, the antelope tribes in the antelope tribe kept shouting, desperately releasing their defensive spells. The horn on his head was constantly glowing.

"Click, bang, boom!"

In the midst of the screams, the defenses holding their heads suddenly shattered, and missile after missile shot in, landing on their people.

In the next second, a terrifying nuclear explosion continued to explode among their people. Powerful shock waves and heat energy are constantly raging. Although such an explosion can't kill the immortals, it can also hurt the earth immortals and the heavenly immortals, and it can't hold up a lot!

And the Lingjiao clan has a group of three million, and the number of immortals is only 8,000, of which 6,000 are earth immortals.

After five minutes of nuclear explosion, it finally stopped. The ground below was also blasted into a black glazed field by the continuous explosion.

"My people, my kindred!"

After the explosion, the antelope patriarch looked at the shattered and charred corpses on the ground, his eyes were red, and the forelimbs of his huge body knelt on the ground.

"The Antelope Horn clan is dead!"

Those immortals who did not die in the explosion and the immortals above also stared blankly at the scene in front of them, as if their souls had been drained. The three million ethnic groups are gone in this short period of time.

"For the rest, let's shoot the target by name!"

On the million-meter-high mountain, Wu Di looked into the distance and raised a huge mechanical arm. In a burst of mechanical rolling, the mechanical arm turned into a huge sniper cannon, aiming at the remaining immortals of the Antelope Clan at the foot of the mountain. He whispered in his mouth: "Accelerate hanging, kill hanging!" โ€

"Bell, bell..."

In the next moment, bullets as big as cannonballs shot at ten times the speed of light towards the remaining immortals of the Antelope Horn Clan. At this speed, even Da Luo Jinxian had no possibility of dodging, not to mention that the Lingjiao clan maintained such a huge body, and Wu Di was too lazy to open the lock and hang it.

In the next moment, a pot-sized hole suddenly appeared on the head of the kneeling antelope clan, which was as big as a mountain, and the primordial spirit dissipated. The kneeling body fell directly to the ground.

"Patriarch!"

Seeing this, the other immortal sects of the Antelope clan shouted one after another. However, in the next moment, giant bullets began to name them one by one, and the immortals of the Antelope Horn Clan fell to the ground one by one, and their bodies were hundreds of meters and thousands of meters long.