Western Regions, Great Sand Sea!

The surging warriors of the ancient tribe are like a tidal wave.

King Suzuka sat lightly on the black jade throne, his face unchanged.

Beside her, the red-haired King looked at the timid Gu clan around him, and his body skyrocketed!

He activates the bone pattern in the body!

The ancient of the ancient people, in the Middle Ages, was the transliteration of "bone".

They are the descendants of ancient gods and demons, but they are the product of intercourse with ordinary beings.

They do not have the essence of gods and demons, and cannot give birth to god patterns.

But the god pattern itself can be inherited, and after combining with different creatures, the descendants of gods and demons will give birth to powerful bone patterns!

The bone pattern contains the inheritance and spells of gods and demons!

Any ancient clan that dies, especially a large clan, will have its body strictly recovered.

Because of the loss of the corpse and the exhumation of bone lines, it is likely to lead to the leakage of the secrets of this ancient clan.

In this regard, the ancient people have done very well in modern times.

Of course, this is also due to the great rivers.

Because of the Jinchan Temple, the monks of the Western Regions are all relatively peaceful. To put it badly, he is afraid of things, and rarely takes the initiative to provoke the ancient clan. That is, in modern times, because the people of the Heavenly Family began to inexplicably interfere in the Western Regions, the ancient tribe had some fears about the Western Regions human race.

But Dajiangshan is different.

He doesn't care who you are.

Most of the ancient clans either died in the infighting or died in the mouths of the demons of the great rivers and mountains.

In the eyes of those reckless demons, because the bone lines are complex, instead of pondering the secrets, it is better to directly boil the soup and suck the bone marrow.

Once the youngest son of King Uro was once eaten by the demons of the great country.

After that, King Wuluo sent a Dao Venerable with a gift to ask for it.

That's right, even if his son is killed and begging for a corpse, King Wuluo, as the king of the ancient clan, has to bring people to give gifts.

At that time, the location where I went was the territory of King Qi.

As a result, two months later, an immortal demon brought a hot pot to the Gu Clan.

The demon brought the bones of King Uro's youngest son and sent back the bone patterns, but said that King Qi thought King Uro's family tasted good, so he stewed the Daozun as well. He also specially sent a secret meat soup for King Wuluo to try.

Under such circumstances, the immortal demon still left unharmed.

This is the power of the great rivers and mountains of the Western Regions.

Unscrupulous, fearful in all directions.

And at this moment, the red-haired king who had skyrocketed in size smiled and said, "Everyone!"

"The army of the two kings of the ancient clan is the orthodoxy of my ancient clan!"

"It's my ancient clan, the most powerful army!"

The red-haired king roars!

His face was stunning, and his long fiery red hair spread from his neck to his shoulders!

On his chest, the red bone lines almost came out of his body!

The majestic spear in his hand had turned into a dazzling golden red at this moment!

"But for us, that's not the army!"

"Not the Iron Rider who protects us!"

"That is the shackles of torture and enslavement, and it is the enemy who makes me and others trapped in the desert, with no way to go to heaven and no door to go to earth!"

"How many people, because there is no food, cannibalism, cannibalism between father and son!"

"Relatives are enemies, father and son kill each other!"

"Pigs and dogs are not as good!"

"How many races have long forgotten their wisdom by now, and have turned into beast-like animals because they have not been taught!"

The red-haired king roared, and the aura of Daozun was like a dragon in the waves, shaking the sky and moving!

The sun is shining, and the red clouds are like blood for three thousand miles.

"Today!"

"The desert is vast enough to hide!"

"Those who retreat live, and those who fight die!"

Ahead, the dense army is already close in front of you, and the terrifying spiritual pressure is chaotic, but it is like an endless sea tide, which makes people soulless.

The red-haired vicious king had broken his voice, and his hoarse throat broke through the shouts of millions of people on the opposite side, like thunder!

"The retreat is born as a slave!

At this moment, behind the red-haired Hideous King, the red sideburns of the Hideous King clan danced wildly, roaring and shaking the sky!

At this moment, the gap between the big clan and the miscellaneous clan is clear at a glance!

The red-haired King turned his head suddenly, his dark pupils swept over the towering ancient clan, and he burst into tears!

"Those who are willing to be slaves, just retreat!"

"May the Dead ......"

"Come with me!!"

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!

In an instant, a great fire poured out from the Hideous King!

His whole person was like a wave of fire, instantly killing like a crowd!

"Kill !!"

"Battle—"

And with the roar of the red-haired Hideous King, thousands of Hideous Kings roared up!

"Kill !!"

"I, the descendants of gods and demons, how can we be animals!!"

In the crowd, there was an old man with gray temples and roaring in the sky, his lower body was like a scorpion, his head was full of dirty white hair, and his stout one-arm held a long knife covered with blood.

"The first son, so hungry, I ate. ”

"The second daughter, the wife was reluctant, so she gave herself to her daughter to eat. ”

"One day I was out for only half an hour, and my daughter was left with only one little hand on the bed, and I didn't know what she was eaten. ”

"Now, I have a son. ”

"I don't want to eat it. ”

The old Gu clan roared, his eyes blood-red!

"The old man has been wonderful for 400 years!"

"But he was reduced to Yizi and eaten!"

"This ancient clan, where is there a way out!"

"There are hundreds of ancient clans, but only thirteen clans are called kings!"

"Take a step back, not as a slave, but as an animal!"

"Kill!"

"Even if you die, you will swallow the flesh of the royal family!!"

Rumble!!

The old man roared, and the scorpion claws danced wildly!

All the ancient clans listened to the words of the red-haired king and the old man, their faces trembled, and their eyes were blood-red.

For it was not him who the old man was talking about, but about them!

The ancient people are descendants of gods and demons, and they need a lot of food to fill their bodies and replenish their energy.

The thin aura in the air is completely insufficient.

Here, they are isolated in the desert by huge walls, and they can only kill each other.

Where can you not live for the rest of your life?

Even if it is in the great rivers and mountains, a spirit tribulation demon, be careful, if you don't climb up wholeheartedly, there is no pressure to eat meat and drink wine to live a peaceful life!

And in the ancient clan, unless it is the thirteen clans, they are all like pigs and dogs!

"Kill !!"

"Rush !!"

"If you can be a slave, how can you be an animal!!

"Ahhh!!h

"Kill—"

......

In an instant, countless Great Sand Sea Ancient Clans roared and rushed away.

Rumble!!!

The two armies collided, and a terrifying aura rushed into the sky!

The monks of the mortal realm fought and roared above the earth, and the immortal realm of the heavenly realm fought and killed in mid-air, and occasionally when there was a gap, they attacked the enemy army below, killing one piece in an instant!

And Daozun is even more disorganized, some are in the sky, and some are also on the earth!

The red-haired King provoked countless black-armored monks with one shot, and thousands of people fell in an instant!

"King Hideous, you are looking for death!"

And the next moment, a black-armored figure fell from the sky, and the terrifying wind swept directly across the sky!

This Dao Venerable of the Xuanwu royal clan instantly stopped the King of the Hideous!

The two of them didn't care about the mortals around them, and every time they fought, dozens of mortal realm cultivators would die violently.

Bloody and direct, it is the ancient tribe's way of fighting.

The Celestial Immortals fought in the air not to avoid the battlefield of mortals, but to avoid those Dao Venerables who fought among mortals.

Thousands of miles of battlefield, the aura is disordered, distorted into indescribable colors.

After the army, the king of Baizhang drove like a tall building, staring at the audience.

And in the sea of sand, the Suzuka King sat firmly behind, raised his heroic and beautiful face, opened his mind, revealing the hard lines like white jade and the half-smeared huge round exquisiteness, stroking the knife on the black and red scale armor!