"Zhenjun, with your shot, the Elf King can't escape!"

"In the whole world, the only one who can fight with you is the gods!"

"No, even, you're a god!" The fat friar's flattering stammer.

When the elves saw this scene, their hearts couldn't help but sink.

Chen Lin has always been arrogant, and his eyes are above the top. The one who can make him flattering is definitely not a very person.

"Shut up!!" The man did not need compliments, he stood in the shadows and never showed up.

The fat monk slapped himself in the mouth, and immediately said, "Capture the elf king alive!" ”

"Run!" Biyue exclaimed, and the elves fled in all directions.

"Could it be that my elven race is really exterminated today? Gods, you are just and selfless, why don't you call the shots for the elves! The patriarch asked in despair.

"God, open your eyes and see!" The clan elder cried blood, and his eyes overflowed with bloody tears.

"God, you rule the Three Realms, do you really care about the Spirit Realm?" The patriarch looked up at the sky, and today, even if he fought for his life, he would ask for justice.

This is the spiritual realm, the closest place to God.

Under God's nose, the elves are bred and sold in captivity!

"He's asking God!" The man in the shadows saw that the clan elder was burning all over his body, his whole body became transparent, and a pillar of light shot straight into the sky.

"He is burning himself, questioning the heavens! Zhenjun, you can't let him ask the sky! If it reaches the mouth of the gods, what should it be? "There are gods in the spiritual world, but it is not a joke.

Zhenjun stood indifferently at the bow of the boat, and there was even a bit of ridicule in his gray eyes.

He raised his hand slightly, and told the monks to stop.

"Let him ask!" is obviously doing the most heinous and dirty things, but his expression has no scruples.

The fat monk opened his mouth, he secretly looked up at the sky, silently took a step back, and hid behind Zhenjun.

The elves are loved by heaven and earth, and once they burn themselves to ask the sky, they can really play the gods.

"The elves play the gods, please ask the gods to administer justice for the elves!"

The clan boss fell with big drops of blood and tears, which was shocking.

"When the Heavenly Dao collapsed, the elven clan fought side by side with the Divine Realm to defend the peace of the Three Realms. The war damaged more than half of the elves, and in order to recuperate, they lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, but they didn't want to suffer this disaster of extermination! ”

"The work of saving the world, but it ended up in such a situation! Open your eyes, gods, and see! ”

"In order to save the world, all the combat power of the elves is lost on the battlefield, will the heavens treat us like this?"

"I'm not reconciled!" Countless clansmen were taken away and kept in captivity, what did they do wrong?

"Answer me, God!"

"God! Please answer me! ”

The clan elder asked the sky one after another, but he clearly saw the divine light lingering in the air, but he did not respond.

Mrs. Ning was holding a beautiful elf in her hand, and the elf was looking at the sky blankly.

"Didn't God hear, King?" The little girl's voice was soft, and she looked at the big ship with fear.

Mrs. Ning's eyes were hot, and she choked with the child in her arms.

"God, I hear you. He heard our questioning and heard our grievances. How she wished God hadn't heard.

At least faith hasn't collapsed.

The patriarch tilted his head, and lines of blood and tears ran down his cheeks.

stared blankly at the divine light.

God watched from above, watching the misery of the elves, and hearing the injustice and grievances of the elves.

But God chooses to look at his past benefactors coldly.

"Hahahahaha......"

"Hahahaha......" The patriarch laughed and cried, looking at the sky and laughing like crazy.

"I see...... I see. The flames surrounded him.

The fire burned all around, but the cold in his eyes was piercing.

In the flames, the light in his eyes slowly dimmed.

God, it's no longer fair.

God has given up on the world.

Faith collapsed.

The patriarch slowly fell to the ground, his life cut off, but his eyes were still looking at the sky. It's as if you want to look through the clouds and look at someone.

"Clan Grandpa......

"Clan old man......" The elves covered their mouths and cried, their cries suppressed and desperate.

Fat Monk Chen Lin looked at the sky with fear, he had already felt the arrival of the gods.

But god......

There was no heavenly punishment.

When the divine light dissipated, Zhenjun said lightly: "Ask the sky? If you ask the heavens, no one can help you! ”

"What are you still doing? Don't go yet! ”

Chen Lin nodded and replied: "Yes, yes, yes." ”

"Don't do it yet!"

Countless black-clothed monks flew towards the elves, and the elves fled in all directions in fright.

"Ahh

"Daddy and mom help......" the children cried and screamed.

Biyue and Linglong glanced at each other, and countless elven clansmen stood behind them. In his eyes, there was determination.

On closer inspection, they are all adult elves.

Biyue stared at the king deeply: "King, I'm afraid I can't escape this catastrophe of the elf clan." ”

"The clan elder once predicted that only the king could bring vitality to the elves and preserve the bloodline of the elves. The young children of the clan will be handed over to you. ”

Mrs. Ning looked behind her sharply.

Eight or nine children behind him were looking at their father and mother with tears in their eyes.

Children can live and die with their parents.

But they can't.

They are the last bloodline of the elves.

With a mission on his shoulders.

Mrs. Ning clenched the scepter, as if there was a sharp knife, slashing her, and the pain made her unable to breathe.

How can she become the king of the elves and become their last hope.

"King, go away."

"Today, I swear to die to leave a blood line for the clan." The elven people erupted with fierce fighting intent.

They stood firm and resolute before the king and his descendants.

They want to use their lives to pave a bloody road!

"Let's go!" Biyue roared, and the clansmen rose up with the trend.

The children, frightened and frightened, but no one stayed, had grown up in the flight and had long since adapted to the life of the escape.

One by one, the clansmen fell, and the blood paved a thick path on the ground.

"Catch it alive! Don't hurt them! Chen Lin shouted.

He flattered Zhenjun and said, "The elven clan is now a hard currency......

The elves are not afraid of death, and they have opened a way for Mrs. Ning to live.

When he was about to flee, he saw a pair of big hands grabbing him.

Mrs. Ning panicked, and the clay figure slipped from her arms.

The little clay figure with a big palm turned into a majestic silver-clothed soldier when he landed, and there was a heroic righteousness all over his body.

Raising the sword, he cut off the big hand in an instant.

At the moment of cutting, the black qi on the broken palm surrounded, and the clay figure sword was quenched with poison.

The big hand jerked back.

On the big ship, there seemed to be an exclamation from Zhenjun.

When Mrs. Ning saw the clay figurines turn into people, she suddenly remembered Chaochao's words, and threw more than a dozen clay figurines on the ground in one go.

Fall to the ground, transform into shape.

Eighteen clay figurines are like gods, protecting all the elves behind them.

The elves were stunned......

I was stunned and watched as eighteen majestic soldiers suddenly appeared.

The silver generals are extremely good at fighting, and ordinary monks can't hold up three moves under their swords.

What's even more shocking.

The True Monarch on the bow of the ship took a step back abruptly, and even the Dao Heart was a little shaken.

Familiar fears.

It seems to come from the depths of the soul and carve into the bones.