Millennium Catastrophe, World Survival Conference. [Ran^Text^Library] []

The heads of state of the earth, sea and land races, as well as all the innate cultivators of the earth and the three ancestors of the human race, gathered together, and at this moment it was time for life and death.

"I suggest that all cultivators and civilian volunteers and soldiers from all over the world form an army and rush into the ground and fight to the death. Jackson, the president of the Soviet Union, raised his fist, slammed the table, and gritted his teeth.

"Jackson. Are you looking for death? In the face of absolute power, no amount of quantity will help. The head of Fuso retorted.

"Are you sitting here waiting to die? Once the boss of the Eight True Persons becomes the Heavenly Dao, I will no longer be able to resist. Soviet President Jackson shouted.

For a time, the heads of state and the innate cultivators with heads and faces were red-faced and red-eared in the debate, forming two opposing factions, one was the radical faction, who swore to fight to the death, and the other was the conservative faction.

"Three Ancestors, what do you think?" The Chairman of the Celestial Empire did not speak, he knew that it was useless to argue, the final decision was not in the hands of the heads of state and innate cultivators, and the final decision was up to the three Terran Ancestors.

"The three of us have studied Plan A and Plan B, and are currently implementing Plan A first. The Yellow Man Ancestor said lightly.

"May I ask the ancestor, what is your so-called plan A?" Jackson, the head of the Soviet State, asked with the courage to raise his eyebrows.

"Plan A, just one word, then wait. The Ink Ancestor said expressionlessly.

"Three ancestors, why are you waiting? Could it be that you are greedy for life and afraid of death?" asked Soviet President Jackson.

"No one is not afraid of death. We're waiting for Chihiro to show up. Lan Ling'er opened her eyes and immediately withdrew from the realm of enlightenment.

"That's right, only Ren Qianxun has the ability to turn the tide. "The Yellow Ancestor said.

"We also want to work hard, but the boss of Bazhen has reached the late stage of Jindan, and the three of us are not his opponents. What's more, he also has seven brothers who are cultivated by Jindan. The Ink Ancestor said with a bitter smile.

Jackson, the president of the Soviet Union, was silent for a long time and said, "What if Ren Qianxun doesn't show up?"

"Then start Plan B. The Yellow Man Ancestor's face flashed with fierceness, and he said viciously......

The Eight True Persons kept arranging an anti-heaven formation in the center of the earth, wanting to assist the boss of the Eight True Persons, in order to seek divine thoughts to integrate with the earth and become a new Heavenly Dao. The creatures of the earth are still standing still, but they are also actively preparing for war. The novelty weapons and forbidden weapons of various military bases are being debugged, and the cultivators of all sides are also practicing the combined attack array.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

Time has passed again, and it has been 100 days since Ren Qianxun successfully defied the sky. The Heaven-Conquering Great Array arranged by the Eight True Persons has entered the late stage, and it won't be long before the blue-haired old man will try to use his divine thoughts to fuse heaven and earth.

Lan Ling'er suppressed all the cultivation and Wu Jiuyou, who also suppressed the cultivation, compared the sword, there was no sword qi elegant, the sword light was faint, the sword was sharp, only the two mortal swords collided at high speed, and there were sparks from time to time. Back and forth, Lan Ling'er had an absolute advantage, Wu Jiuyou's sweat soaked his clothes, his eyes were completely unyielding, and he hit the sword in his hand.

Suddenly, Lan Ling'er stopped the sword in his hand, and sighed heavily: "Jiuyou, this may be the last time for the teacher to compete with you." After speaking, Lan Ling'er was like a flying fairy out of the sky, wearing a white shirt, and drifted away.

Wu Jiuyou, looking at the figure like a fairy in the Heavenly Palace, gradually disappeared into the sky, his uncompetitive tears had already fallen to the ground, he knew that this was the master's mission, and he also had his mission. In life, everyone is their own responsibility and mission, even if they are helpless, they must pay everything to practice.

At the same time, the cultivator armies around the world received an order to activate Plan B, and a vast array of warriors poured into the underground from all over the world to the center of the earth to fight to the death against the eight true people who came from outside the world.

Headed by the three ancestors of the human race, the sea and land races, a total of 831 congenitals, 9,361,731 cultivated cultivators, and countless mortal warriors, shouldering the mission of the survival of the earth's creatures, impassioned, singing sad songs.

"Eight True People, it's still too late to go back to your chaotic ancient human realm. Lan Ling'er's cold voice contained boundless chill and murderous intent.

"Blue-haired, do you dare to fight with my Grandpa Mo. The Moren Ancestor scolded. The cultivators of the earth, their jaws dropped to the ground, and they saw a different ancestor, an ancestor with a true temperament.

"If you want to merge with the earth and become the way of heaven, you must first pass our pass. "The Yellow Ancestor is sharp, and the black qi has already spread.

"Just rely on the three of you fake pills, and you are also worthy of fighting with our boss, so let's pass my level first. The big man said disdainfully, and as he spoke, his body swelled, like glass, towering and domineering.

"The sword is like fire!" Lan Ling'er is not verbose, the sword intent is like bubbling spring water, there are five spring water sword intent, and the surging spiritual power is melted in an instant, like a boundless sea of fire, and there are five bewitching flame lotus flowers in the center of the sea of fire. In less than a moment, the sea of fire surrounded the big man in a big shape, engulfing him in an instant, and the five flame lotus flowers were detonated by him in an instant.

After a few breaths, the sea of fire dispersed, and among them was a tower-like giant standing, it was the second of the eight real people, and he was also a big man.

"It's so cool! Your sea of fire is just right to temper my indestructible glass body. The big man smiled heartily. The burning of the sea of fire and the explosion of the flame lotus did not hurt him in the slightest, but instead helped him refine his body.

The two Taoist friends shot together. Lan Ling'er shouted, and then the Nine Palaces Sword shook and turned into four handles, like thousands of thunders, the roar was deafening, and the thunder was too fast to cover the ears, bombarding the big man.

The sword kept slashing like thunder, but it couldn't hurt the immortal glass identity of the big man. The Yellow Man Ancestor's Mo Hurt Black Qi was psychic, turning into hundreds of millions of black qi man-eating ants, hugging in a group, rushing towards the big man, instantly wrapping around his limbs, and then covering every inch of his body. The black man-eating ant kept gnawing on the glass body, and the indestructible indestructible glass body finally began to break.

"Pro!" The big man roared angrily, his mouth was full of words, and the spiritual power overflowed to cover his whole body, and the broken glass body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it returned to its original state in a few breaths, crystal clear, and the glass was brilliant. The immortal glass body, the amazing repair speed, but it is also worthy of the word immortal.

"Zha!" The big man recited a mantra, and the indestructible glass body suddenly grew countless spikes, and the black gas man-eating ants covering the whole body were shaken off in a few breaths, and the glass was shining brightly. Pedaling, kicking, big man, moving quickly towards the three ancestors of the human race.

"A little ink dares to compete with the world!"

The Ink Ancestor said slowly, at this moment, the world is white, he is a little ink in it, trying in vain to soak all the white, and suddenly the power of the ink-colored heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles is drawn out, becoming an endless ink-colored torrent, and in the blink of an eye, it rushes to the biao-shaped man