Chapter 1179 Hatred

The country is ruined, and there are no relatives in the world, and only one is left alone.)

This is the most unacceptable thing for Chen Pan, people are inherently dead, but their relatives should not die in this way.

Revenge, you must take revenge. There is a debtor and a debtor, and everything cannot end like this.

The Master of Heaven told a big lie to himself, but he himself had already left this world and turned to ashes. Even though Chen Pan had the intention of crushing him, he had nowhere to vent it.

But he is not the only enemy, there are others.

With a strange red glow flashing in his eyes, Chen Pan slowly stood up from the ground.

"Chen Pan......" The old antique spoke, but he didn't know what to say. He has been with Chen Pan for hundreds of years, so he naturally knows what everything in front of him means to him.

"Help me, use the realm of time and space. Chen Pan said calmly, at this moment he has been out of anger, all anger and sadness, he will use the blood and soul of the enemy to extinguish.

And this calm Chen Pan made the old antique tremble for a while, and the chill that came out of just a few words already made him seem to see a Senluo hell, with endless flesh and blood ups and downs, and countless souls wailing in it. []

"The realm of time and space!" Chen Pan repeated again. Although he had learned a certain degree of spatial dao patterns, he could not use spatial secret techniques, including the realm of time and space.

The old antique did not hesitate any longer, and began to urge the secret technique, and the spatial dao patterns swept through the entire Jinwu Kingdom, gathering into a group, and a moment later, the realm of time and space appeared in the sky above the national capital. /

Familiar streets. Familiar with the clansmen, scenes emerge in the realm of time and space. Live and work in peace and contentment, and be peaceful.

A meteor shattered all tranquility and burst into flames, turning the entire country into flames in an instant. A large number of monks appeared in the sky, bursting into bursts of wild laughter.

"Evil Cultivation Realm!Demon Clan!" Chen Pan said with an expressionless face, word by word. Judging by the costumes and exercises. These people were all from the cult cultivation world, and among them there were some familiar faces, saints of the Xuan Ming Sect. The saint of the puppet faction, the saint of the Hehuan faction, the saint of the soul eater faction...... These saints have all been seen in the Langya Holy Land.

"The demons of the evil cultivation realm. Dare to invade my Northern Barbarian Plain, let you taste the fist of our barbarians!" With a loud shout, a large number of barbarians appeared in the realm of time and space, and their cultivation was extraordinary, and there was no shortage of quasi-saints, and there were also saints and strong saints.

These Venerable Masters of the Northern Barbarian Plains are the guardian saints of all barbarian races, and naturally they will not let the monks of other regions do evil in their own territory.

"The fist of the barbarians? Haha, I really want to taste it! Don't say that the War Saint is not here, even if he is still in Tianzhu Peak. And how can we do it. No wonder others, you can only blame your barbarians for being too weak, not to mention that the mixed yuan is strong, even the saints are extremely rare. It's a waste to occupy such a large area. Or let it out. The sage of the Xuan Ming Sect laughed.

Between the words, the men and horses on both sides had already become a mess.

With this level of fighting, no one could leave their hands behind, and the destruction of Jin Wuguo was even faster, and in an instant, it was already in ruins. The end is coming. Countless barbarians ran and cried.

There were too many saints in the evil cultivation realm, and the barbarians soon couldn't hold on. There must be more than one place for the same fighting, and the same disaster is being suffered elsewhere.

"Haha, what a barbarian plain, based on this, my Golden Crow clan will definitely become the strongest demon clan in the world. ”

"Weak race, what qualifications do you have to occupy, hurry up and let it out, we can also consider sparing your lives!"

"No forgiveness, no forgiveness!haha!"

There was a burst of laughter, and ten suns suddenly appeared in the sky, approaching quickly, and it was ten golden crows.

Seeing this scene, Chen Pan couldn't help but stop breathing at this moment, these ten golden crows were no strangers to him, they were the ones who fought with the Kunpeng Great Sage on the space battlefield back then.

"How can this be, we have obviously sealed all the spatial passages, how did these golden crows come here?" Chen Pan couldn't believe it, although he regretted in his heart that he didn't go home back then, but was fooled by the Heavenly Master and the monkey to participate in the so-called Immortal War, but it didn't mean that he hoped that the army of the other world would really invade the Ancient Great 6.

"No, it shouldn't be possible to come over, otherwise the Desolate Ancient 6 at this moment would have already changed its scene, and it would be impossible for those supremes to still honestly squat in their own god realm. The old antique said suspiciously.

In the more than four hundred years in the Otherworld, Chen Pan has not made any major moves in the Divine Realm, which means that they do not have the existing passage to enter the main world.

"So what's going on?"

The old antique thought for a while, and suddenly seemed to suddenly realize: "I know, back then, you controlled the body of Emperor Xuanyuan to kill all directions, and even the Supreme couldn't bear it, let alone others." ”

"These golden crows should have fled into the spatial rift of the space battlefield in a panic. After we sealed the spatial passage, they were also trapped. ”

"The collapse of the spatial order has already occurred, and these spatial cracks in the main world started first, so the golden crow escaped. There is no way to go back to the other world, so naturally I am in the main world. It's not just them, I'm sure there are quite a few other otherworldly monks as well. ”

Speaking of this, the old antique continued to analyze: "There are definitely a lot of these people, and when they reach the Ancient 6, they naturally need territory, and they will inevitably have conflicts with people from various regions. Although the barbarians of the Northern Wilderness are brave and good at fighting, their overall strength is indeed the weakest, so they will be selected as their target and fight hard. ”

"But our barbarian clan has a war saint, and these ten golden crows can't even beat the Kunpeng Great Sage who doesn't use the ultimate treasure, so how can they be the opponent of the war saint. What about these scum in the evil cultivation world, with the strength of the Battle Saint, he can definitely clean them up, but why has the Northern Barbarian Plain still become like this!"

The old antique sighed: "I don't know about this, keep reading." ”

The entry of the golden crow into the war made the barbarians even worse, unable to continue, and after a while, only one saint was left to fight to the death.

"Everyone, the matter has been decided here, you can do it yourself, let's go and take a look elsewhere!" said several saints in the cult cultivation world to the golden crow.

"Thank you, there will be great rewards in the future!" replied a golden crow.

"Haha, farewell!" The Evil Cultivation Realm Saint 6 continued to leave, and the ten Golden Crows frantically attacked the last Barbarian Saint.

This saint's strength is not weak, and he is holding a holy weapon-level bow, which is extremely powerful. It's just that these ten golden crows seem to be more powerful than they were on the space battlefield that day, and when they join forces, the barbarian saint has no power to fight back, and he is already seriously injured and dying.

"Annihilation in all directions!" Ten golden crows joined forces, like ten rounds of fierce rays shining in the air, and ten red pillars of light condensed, straight to the target.

The barbarian saint finally couldn't resist it, and with a miserable scream, he fell from the sky.