The war continued, and everyone was killed, with red eyes, stumps and broken arms, scarlet blood, and the cracking of the earth, all of which formed a heroic tragedy.

Only then will you realize how small your personal power is unless you are very strong in the war.

Bai Ze was on the Flood Desolation Continent, constantly killing the people of the Flood Desolation Hundred Tribes, one race after another was wiped out by Bai Ze, and after killing, he used the other party's corpse spirit treasure to nourish his own world, and in the end, his body was full of anger, and his eyes were almost red, and he woke up in the sound of the battle between the three clans.

Using his supernatural powers, watching the three clans from the elders to the ordinary clansmen, like enemies for all generations, they refused to give in to each other, fighting to the death, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the smoke of war filled the entire battlefield, Bai Ze quickly flew towards the battle place with the intention of making a fortune from the dead.

"Feng Zu, Qi Zu, you still surrender! As long as you surrender, when the time comes, in the Wu Dragon Clan, except for me, you will still be the supreme existence. Zu Long said very indifferently.

"Hmph, who do you think you are! Feng Zu said coldly to Ancestral Dragon.

"Hehe, whether it's dead or alive, you won't know until you fight, don't you be long-winded, let's start!" Qi Zu mocked at Zu Long and Feng Zu.

The cultivation of the ancestral dragon itself is more than a step higher than that of the four patriarchs of the Feng Clan and the Qilin Clan, and the quasi-saint is not comparable to the ordinary Da Luo Jin Immortal.

I saw the Phoenix Ancestor and the Phoenix Ancestor, the Qizu and the Lin Ancestor merged into one, and a nine-colored fire phoenix appeared in the same place, and an immeasurable earth unicorn, its breath was comparable to a quasi-saint, and the ancestral dragon also showed its true body, a nine-clawed golden dragon, and the patriarchs of the three clans were fighting in hand-to-hand combat.

Bai Ze arrived at the scene under the ground, constantly collecting the corpses of the people of his three clans and the broken spirit treasure fragments on the battlefield, smelting into the world, maybe not seeing anything at all, although Bai Ze only collected enough spirit treasure fragments, and the remnants of the monks of the three clans did not collect much, but the number of the three clans was also a good harvest, and most of the remnants of the monks of the three clans were sucked away by an unknown formation under the earth, and even Bai Ze did not dare to approach.

The monks of the three clans, regardless of the bruises and blood-soaked bodies, as if they were unconscious, desperately only wanted to kill the enemy in front of them, and this scene was like the end of the world.

The battle of the three ancestral dragons also continued, the huge waves in the void, the sea of fire in the sky, and the earth-like majesty continued to appear, and then quickly disappeared, but they didn't find that there were many more monks on the battlefield, and the monks with red glasses exuding black gas were attacking the three clans, and some of the three clans also found that they had been, but they were not in a hurry.

If the war between the three clans only caused some damage to the three clans, but now it is enough for them to break their muscles and bones, and millions of millions of living beings on the battlefield have died.

And the ancestral dragons, as the demonic qi rose, their eyes got better and better, and they only had kill, kill, kill, attack, attack, and attack again in their hands!

One after another, evil qi, murderous qi, dead qi, resentment qi, and blood qi circulated in the mysterious array underground, and when Bai Ze found that the power of the big array was getting stronger and stronger, he left decisively.

I saw the ancestral dragon and their scarlet eyes looking at the tempting "food" below, thinking that as long as they devoured them, they would definitely be able to defeat the other party, and then they rushed down, whether it was a member of the three clans, it was a mysterious monk who devoured it all in one gulp.

Under the devouring of the three ancestors, there were very few people from the three clans and mysterious monks who escaped, and when they decided to devour, they began again.