Chapter 1172 Comrades-in-Arms?

Among the many people who participated in the ancient battlefield, the casual cultivation was to cultivate resources and hone their strength, and the Tianjiao of those human civilizations was to experience and complete the tasks arranged by the race, and the Tianjiao in the scattered cultivation accounted for a very small proportion, after all, for the casual cultivation, daring to participate in this crazy race war, it was all god-level existence, because they were all scattered cultivators, and there was no strong strength behind them, so their age was very large, it can be said that more than seventy percent of these gods were peak gods, and they had to participate in the race war for the sake of longevity and fight for their livesAs for that small number of Tianjiao, they are just to seize resources to break through their own bottlenecks and come to preach the Dao Gods, and how many of them can leave the ancient battlefield alive, that is really an unknown, but those who can leave this ancient battlefield alive will become elites.

Although there was not much time for the race war in the ancient battlefield, there were already countless fallen geniuses and fallen gods, whether it was human civilization or the other five super civilizations, they all paid a heavy price for this!

It didn't take long for the ship to reach its destination. At this time, Xingtian stood up refreshedly, Xingtian, who had cultivated the art of change, had become another person in terms of body shape, appearance, and even breath, Xingtian believed that even the God Emperor, even the God Emperor, could not see his own change technique.

In order to ensure that his identity was not revealed, Xingtian even replaced the artifact he used with a spear to match his current identity. The Barbarians, a small race among the races of the Heavenly Realm. And although the number of such a small race is small, the talent is very amazing. There are God-Emperor level powerhouses in the race, but it's a pity that there is no Age Lord's existence, so even if they have good talents, they can't grow into super civilizations, and they can't even reach advanced civilizations!

In fact, there are many small civilizations in the Heavenly Domain, and they have a lot of high-end strength, but they are scarce, and they can only become the existence of small civilizations, and the identity disguised by Xingtian is such a small civilization.

For his identity, Xingtian doesn't think that others will see through it. After all, he has a strong body, completely compatible with the barbarians, a war spear in his hand, domineering, no one will doubt his identity, will not doubt the race of Xingtian.

In fact, this barbarian and the Wu clan have some similarities, both of them follow the path of physical enlightenment, and it is really difficult for anyone to see it by pretending to be a barbarian with the strength of Xingtian. Therefore, Xingtian is full of confidence in his trip, without the slightest worry, he is really above board, and he will not give people any sense of dodging!

In the cabin of the warship where Xingtian was. The entire exit can accommodate dozens of people at the same time. At the same time, there were not many people disembarking from here, and Xingtian glanced at it. There are only a few dozen, and these dozens of monks. It really can't be regarded as a strong person, and only four of them are gods. The rest are all in the Earl realm, and these four gods are still in their infancy.

"Fellow Daoists, you are polite, old man with iron arms. A domineering man introduced himself.

"Coming here, we will be comrades in the same trench from now on, under the Demon Shadow Marquis!" said a man with a greasy head and a powdery face, and a gloomy boy said with a smile, but the aura on his body made people reluctant to walk with him, but everyone had no choice, this was not something they could change.

"Kill the Marquis!" said a middle-aged man with a murderous aura. Only then a young man with a huge thick-backed knife on his back spoke, "Heavenly Sword Wait!"

At this time, Xing Tian clasped his fists and said: "The barbarian bloody battle, all Taoist friends are invited." "Although Xingtian is only in the realm of an earl, but the powerful blood qi exuded from his body made those four gods dare not despise it, and they all agreed with Xingtian's words, after all, in the heavenly domain, there is a strength respect, and an earl like Xingtian definitely has the strength of the battle!

Among the other earl realm crowds present, no one stood up to introduce themselves, perhaps among these people, there were also strong people with battle strength, but they hid, and those ordinary people could only look at the five people in front of them with respectful eyes to introduce each other, and did not intervene, the reason is very simple, the strength between them is very different, they are not people in the same circle at all, don't look at them are all comrades in the same trench, but they even greet them, There is no qualification to climb friendship, and strength determines a qiē.

In fact, there are no comrades-in-arms in this race war, and if you want to count on others to come to the rescue in a moment of crisis, it is absolutely imaginary, it is impossible to happen. Don't care about other people's frost, it's just for the sake of your own interests, you won't care about the life and death of others, in the battlefield, you are kind enough to save others, and the other party will take the opportunity to escape, leaving you in the battlefield, leaving you in a desperate situation, the cruelty of reality makes this kind of clan have no friendship on the battlefield, unless it is a team that has already been formed in human civilization, otherwise everyone is doing their own thing!

"Four comrades-in-arms, the old man has taken a step first, please!" After the Iron Arm Hou finished speaking, he flew out of the warship, and Xing Tian and the other three also got off the warship.

When looking at the figure of Xingtian, some people said with self-encouragement: "I will definitely be as strong as these predecessors!"

No one will think that there is anything wrong with such words, and no one thinks that there is anything impossible, although it is extremely dangerous in the racial battlefield, but this is also a hatchery for the strong, and those who can get out of here alive are the strongest of the strong, and it is natural to become a god!

It can be said that after ninety-nine percent of the people walk out of this ancient battlefield alive, they will all break through the realm of the gods, and it is even possible to break through the realm of the gods in this ancient battlefield. Of course, there is only a 1 percent chance of failure, after all, there will be accidents in any dangerous environment, there will be some lucky people, who do not encounter any danger and leave the battlefield alive, although there are very few such people, but they are real, this is a survival that no one can deny......!