"I'll take your life" The cold voice was biting and cold, making Di Wangyang, who was covered with wounds, tremble involuntarily.
The murderous intention was coming.
Why wasn't Qingyang Huan afraid?
Is there anything else he could rely on?
"I have been waiting for you for a long time" In an instant, facing the blazing black light, the figure of old man Mo Yao suddenly appeared on the sky.
His huge palm grabbed the void in front of him, and suddenly the void within a hundred miles was annihilated.
The black light was exploded in the shattered cave world.
"not good" At this moment, Di Wangyang had already reacted and ran away without any hesitation.
Everyone who came was dead.
If he didn't leave, he would really stay here.
However, when he turned into a stream of light and turned around to run away, he saw a figure with purple-gold divine brilliance flowing all over the sky blocking his way.
"I told you I will accept your life."
Qingyang Huan held the purple gold divine light in his hand, and manifested a substantial war spear, heading directly towards his steps.
"If you dare to kill me, you will definitely be pursued relentlessly by our ancient Diting clan." puff However, as soon as he finished speaking, the war spear had already pierced the protective armor and penetrated into Di Wangyang's body.
His eyes flashed with coldness, and the corners of Qingyanghuan's mouth cracked as he said, "Tingting Ancient Clan, I'm waiting, it's a pity.
You can’t see it” The purple-gold war spear suddenly burst out with a roar, and a stream of Tao and Dharma surrounded by dark air currents was withdrawn from Di Wang Yang's body.
Not only that, the other twelve war spears nailed to the four sides of the sky, all with Returning with a rich blood color.
Outside the Kunshan King's City, the earth fell.
The cracks were like dragons intertwining, and the soil was soaked with blood.
The human soldiers inside and outside the King's City were severely damaged.
Not even one out of ten survived.
It was just a fluke.
Especially at the beginning, countless clan soldiers used their bodies to lead and sacrificed blood in exchange for strength.
Unknown how many warriors directly turned into a ball of blood and fire.
The blood of countless human clan blood spilled on the earth, soaking the heaven and earth in blue blood.
Blue Blood Painting A word that was passed down by word of mouth in the past has truly become a reality now.
Blue blood stains the sky, blood and bones cast a red heart Until this moment, the rain of blood still did not stop dripping all over the sky.
Thick blood clouds covered the sky, and the heaven and earth were vaguely filled with a kind of rage, and the sound of mourning could be heard.
On the other side of the sky, old man Mo Yao was fighting with an old man from the Tengu tribe.
Almost every movement of the terrifying Qi caused the void to shatter.
The two of them even crashed into the depths of the cave and launched a great conquest.
Outside King Kunshan's city, blood was pouring from heaven and earth, and the whole clan was grieving.
Even these soldiers from all the tribes and tribes had already grasped the consciousness of death in their hearts.
However, seeing countless compatriots stained with blood, this feeling was simply indescribable.
"Kunshan" After being silent for dozens of breaths, the blood gun warrior standing in mid-air roared to the sky, awakening the king who had fallen into a state of sadness.
"The war in Kunshan will never be extinguished" The swirling purple flames rose, and the human soldier's eyes were filled with great pain.
He looked up at the purple flames.
When his pupils were filled with purple light, a kind of hope suddenly ignited, like a volcano that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly erupted.
This is the general fire that belongs to the Kunshan Kingdom.
Even though they shed countless blood, the fire of war that belongs to the place where they live and thrive has not been extinguished.
They have kept the fire of war and the fire of hope.
"Kunshan" The remaining human soldiers, even those who were seriously injured, were roaring hysterically and venting the repression in their hearts.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Qingyang Huan's original intention of seizing the Kunshan King's Domain faded away for some reason.
That kind of competitive mentality is so vulnerable when seeing the blood rain in the sky and countless warriors dying together without regrets, there is no comparison at all.
In a daze, he had a clear understanding in his heart.
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He seemed to feel that he was buried with the blood clan in Lashan, Lashan Zhenjiang, and felt the thoughts of the four kings sacrificing their bodies as blood sacrifices on the empty road of Ao'ao Cave.
Nowadays, although he is far away from the king, he has already crossed the Totem Realm.
At the time, Lashan Zhenjiang was no more than a Totem Realm warrior.
In his eyes, it can be said that he can be destroyed with a backhand, but flesh and blood can be destroyed, and will can be destroyed.
But it has no boundaries.
This kind of shock goes beyond strength and comes from spirit.
In his eyes, the human soldiers who risked their lives were not even in the Shenzang and Soul-catching realms, but so what?
Protecting the human race, whether it is a king, a true one, a bone tempering, or a god, there is only one title, a human warrior, a soldier who protects the human race, nothing more.
Originating from the same origin in the bloodline, it maintains the ancient inheritance foundation of the entire ethnic group.
It cannot be broken away and cannot be avoided.
This mark has been firmly locked on him since his birth.
The conquests and deaths that were far more cruel than those in the inner kingdom shocked his soul.
As a member of his own race, this was a fetter and shackle that he simply could not break free from.
Woo woo woo The next moment, a desolate horn sounded inside and outside Kunshan King City.
The sound was like thunder, stretching for a long time, penetrating the blood-mist clouds, tearing open the void, and reaching the ninth heaven.
The sound of the horn was the guidance of the human soldiers.
On the ground, even the traumatized soldiers struggled to stand up, and there was a hint of determination in everyone's eyes.
The desolate sound of the trumpet spread from Kunshan King City in all directions.
The sound of the horn conveyed the conquest of the warriors and horses, conveyed the boundless murderous intention, and once again awakened the tired human warriors.
"horn sound" Listening to the horns of human soldiers, Qingyang Huan woke up from his trance.
In this short period of time, the aura exuding from his body was already different from before.
The sound of the horn was like an introduction, completely awakening something that had been dormant deep in his blood marrow.
Accompanied by the sound of the horn, blood mist swept across the sky and earth again.
The blood mist was alive and turned into long blood-colored rivers surrounding the Kunshan Royal City, with vague figures of human warriors floating in the air.
These illusory figures were also shouting, but unfortunately they could not make any sound.
There was a hint of eagerness in their eyes, which was very restless and impatient.
"The flames of war are still there, and the general trend of the kingdom is still there."
The blood gun battle roared toward the void in all directions, and the jumping purple flames buzzed and rippled in all directions.
The eager shadows wherever they passed were soothed, and the beating shadows began to calm down.
"Send the flames of war out of the king's domain" Urgent voices rang out from the remaining human warriors below.
The aliens invaded the territory in order to cut off the war that belonged to the King of Kunshan.
The conquest was not over yet.
Although the strong men who appeared killed the demon clan and the tengu clan, they did not forget the two figures who had just entered the cave.
"I beg you, sir, to send me the flames of war from the royal domain out of Kunshan."
Before Qingyang Huan could react, the ground fell to its knees.
All the human warriors, old and weak, young and strong, knelt on the ground and looked at him.
"I beg you, sir, to send me the flames of war from the royal domain out of Kunshan."
"I beg you, sir, to send me the flames of war from the royal domain out of Kunshan."
More and more warriors knelt on the ground, with hope in their eyes.
Not long ago, they had already been in despair and had even made up their minds that since they could not live together, they would die together.
However, Qingyang Huan's appearance gave them hope.
The broken clan soldier collapsed to the ground regardless of his injuries, and despite the gravel piercing his flesh and blood, he still stubbornly raised his head and looked towards Qingyang Huan, shouting loudly.
Now Qingyanghuan is their only hope A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
They had the same origin and race.
He finally understood the bond in his heart.
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Hundreds of thousands of remaining soldiers knelt on the ground one after another.
Such a scene was unimaginable.
Being born in the wilderness, he naturally knows how difficult life is for the human race.
Human warriors gather into tribes and stick to their clan's land.
He knew this when he was a child, and even on the road of cultivation, he always thought about the Qingyang tribe.
However, the entire human race is composed of countless Qingyang-like tribes.
This is the human race as a whole.
Only Kunshan, which has experienced continuous killings for generations, can this cohesion be extremely shocking.
When I first stepped out of the tribe, the same bloodline of the Qingyanghuan tribe was a bond.
Now that I have stepped out of two kingdoms and countless human tribes, the same bloodline is the same bond.
Facing such a scene, he felt that his original purpose of coming here seemed so pale.
At this moment, at the edge of the cave, old man Mo Yao appeared in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
Looking at the countless human soldiers kneeling on the ground, he was also stunned subconsciously.
This is the soldier who protects the reproduction of the human race.
The human race does not respect heaven and earth, does not believe in gods and demons, and only respects its ancestors.
Whenever there is a chance, they will not kneel on the ground, but fight with their own lives.
Sensing the return of the old man Mo Yao, Qing Yanghuan did not turn around.
He looked at the densely packed figures kneeling below and felt thirsty in his mouth.
"I sincerely ask you to escort me out of Kunshan in the battle of the royal domain."
Standing at the edge of the cave, he sensed the mental fluctuations coming from Qingyang Huan.
Old Mo Yao subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop it.
However, as soon as he raised it, he took it back again.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then turned into invisible.
"That's all."
The silent sigh melted into the world.
Qingyanghuan opened his mouth with excitement at the corners of his mouth: "Okay, me" "etc" However, when Qingyang Huan spoke up and told the human warriors below about his decision, the voice of the blood spear warrior sounded in the void.
The sound of the blood gun attracted the attention of the soldiers below.
His eyes glanced at the broken earth below and the bloody clan soldiers.
"Since the Kunshan Kingdom established the foundation of humanity for more than 100,000 years, conquests have never stopped from generation to generation.
Carrying the destiny of the Kingdom and the flames of war, going to the ancestral land of the human race is a lifelong honor for a warrior.
However, the mountains and rivers are too heavy, and the blood gun cannot bear it at all. rise" What
The blood gun general's words stunned the human soldiers kneeling below: