After killing the Second Venerable, although Ren Qianxun was controlled by the evil qi, he still never forgot his combat power moves. At this moment, he suddenly divided into Buddhist clones and Taoist clones.

"Shattered Void!"

"There are thousands of avenues!"

"All beings are equal!"

Ren Qianhiro's three bodies shouted at the same time, and at the same time used the tricks of artistic conception. Just like the artistic conception trick created by the ancestor of the ink people, "a little ink dares to compete with the world", it is generally the same, and the artistic conception flow of the move can resonate with heaven and earth, and trigger the power of the surrounding heaven and earth. At this moment, the wind and clouds surged in a radius of hundreds of miles, and suddenly a boundless wind blew, and in a few breaths, the power of heaven and earth, which belonged to the three completely different sects of Dao Buddha and Martial Arts, was drawn out and absorbed into Ren Qianxun's body.

Ren Qianxun stood on the edge of a well-developed metropolis, his eyes did not have the slightest reason, he was already a monster who only knew how to kill, and in the next moment, the three completely different forces of heaven and earth that he had just absorbed into his body poured out again.

"Extinction!"

At the same time as a tyrannical voice sounded, three forces of heaven and earth fell from a height of ten thousand feet like three nuclear warheads, and exploded in this densely populated city in the blink of an eye. Boom, boom, boom, explosion, resounded through the heavens and the earth, but in a few minutes a beautiful city was only left with ruins, corpses and rivers of blood.

Ren Qianxun, who controlled his mind with evil energy, entered the broken city in a few flashes as soon as his figure blurred. The three bodies unfolded their golden bodies at the same time, and the eighteen and eighteen hands also played the Blood Transformation God Fist at the same time, a total of one hundred and fifty-six blood-colored dragons circled together, turning into a boundless sea of blood. Ren Qianxun trended this sea of blood wandering in the city, and both humans and animals could not escape death. The blood sword also frantically absorbed a pool of blood, and its aura became more and more powerful, and it had already surpassed the breath of ordinary low-grade spiritual weapons.

Moments later, a dead city was born, and Ren Chihiro's face stiffened, numbly spreading the wings of the wind and flying away. He began a massacre.

A city. Three cities. Five cities. Ten cities. 100 cities......

Ren Qianhiro, whose mind is controlled by evil qi, is like a killing machine, numb and only knows how to kill.

In just a few days, half of the ink people on the African continent, whether they were cultivators or mortals, were slaughtered.

At the same time, the edge of Africa. There were a sea of people, all cultivators, and almost all the cultivators of the African ink race gathered together.

"Everyone, be quiet!" said the Third Venerable of the Innate Great Perfection of the Ink Race, looking around. His Holiness was extremely heavy in the ink race, and with a shout, all the cultivators, whether they were born or acquired, were silent after counting their breaths.

"I would like to tell you the sad news that our beloved First Venerable and Second Venerable have died at the hands of the thief Ren Qianxun. The Third Venerable pretended to be grieved, and hid his face and pretended to weep. In fact, his heart was half happy and half sad, and the joy was that the two Venerables who had been pressing on him died, and from then on he was the first Venerable. Sadly, he also participated in the Ren family extermination case that day, and in the face of Ren Qianxun, he was in danger. Fortunately, Ren Qianhiro has been controlled by evil qi and doesn't have much wisdom, otherwise he would have come to the door a long time ago.

"On my African continent, one hundred and thirty-eight cities of the Ink people have been slaughtered by the thief Ren Qianhiro. His killings continued. Do you know why this is happening?" said the Third Venerable.

"Ren Qianxun was the strongest man at that time, and we ink people only had the share of being slaughtered by him. An inkman innate shouted.

"Wrong. Miss by a mile. You are wrong. The Third Venerable glanced at the humanity present.

"Venerable, why do you say that?" asked an ink man. Then everyone chimed in.

"It's because we're not united. The Third Venerable then analyzed: "If Ren Qianxun is a lion, we are an ant, you have no objection, right?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense, since you know that he is a lion and we are ants, how can an ant resist a male lion?" said the Boss of the Twelve Evil Seeds, who was also straight.

"We are all familiar with man-eating ants in Africa. When billions of man-eating ants gather together, they can share a lion in a matter of moments. The Third Venerable raised his fist as he spoke, and his tone was particularly inflammatory.

"Now is the moment when the nation is in danger, as long as we are united like man-eating ants, it is enough to devour the lion Ren Qianxun. The Third Venerable continued his sensational speech. At this moment, eighty percent of the cultivators were brought into his emotions, and they rose up highly, arousing their fighting spirit.

"You're talking light. Man-eating ants devoured the male lion, but how many man-eating ants were sacrificed for it, do you know?" the Elder of the Twelve Demons of the Ink Seed continued to retort. He was not afraid of the Third Venerable at all, his strength was close to that of the Third Venerable, and he had recently practiced a high-powered move, and he was even more fearless.

The Third Venerable saw that the boss of the Twelve Evils had repeatedly dismantled the stage, and he was a little annoyed in his heart, and then secretly transmitted a message to the Twelve Evils: "Brothers, don't forget the extermination case of the Ren clan that day, everyone participated, and now if you don't unite to fight, in the end, everyone will not escape death." ”

The twelve demons of the ink species are all cultivators in the late stage of congenital life, and they are very strong, and their expressions are different when they hear the words, and they are silent for a while. The Third Venerable One is telling the big truth. The twelve evils are all calculating the odds of winning against Ren Qianxun, as well as the pros and cons.

"I agree with His Holiness's plan to fight Ren Qianhiro, but how can His Holiness gather everyone's strength? The Boss of the Twelve Demons asked as soon as he changed his words.

"I have a battle formation, and forming a battle formation can bring all the forces together. The Third Venerable said.

"In this case, we are willing to fight!"

"We do!"

In this way, on the edge of Africa, many ink cultivators reached a consensus, * practiced the battle formation, and prepared to face Ren Qianxun.

Meanwhile. Over the Dead Sea in the Pacific Ocean.

The Taiping Emperor's Jindan catastrophe had been carried out to the last moment. At this moment, the heavens were roaring, and a divine thunder was led down to the mortal world from above the nine heavens, and this was the last thunderstorm. If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent, and success or failure will be in this move.

When Emperor Taiping saw the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder descending from the sky, his face changed greatly, he was ruthless, his face flashed with fierceness, and he spit out two mouthfuls of Origin Essence Blood in a row, urging Jiaolong's innate supernatural powers. Boom, boom, boom, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder bombarded Jiaolong's huge body, and he wailed, vomiting three liters of blood, and barely took the divine thunder.

"Haha! Heavenly Tribulation is nothing more than that!" the Taiping Emperor laughed wildly, and in a few breaths he changed into a human form. Although he was promoted to Jin Dan and successfully survived the tribulation, he consumed two drops of Origin Essence Blood strength, and his combat power was not as good as in the past, and he knew that he was not Ren Qianxun's opponent.

Emperor Taiping finally took a deep look at the Pacific Ocean, sighed, his heart was horizontal, and he punched with all his strength, shattering the void, and on the other side of the void was the spirit world.

"Farewell! Earth. Farewell to the Pacific Ocean!" "The Taiping Emperor is worthy of a generation of heroes, you must know that now he is the only emperor of the Sea Clan, he still resolutely abandoned hundreds of millions of Sea Clan, broke through the void, and jumped to the spiritual realm.

ps: In the later stage of the human world, I am not in the state, the writing is difficult, a little messy, I try to adjust, please forgive me