"Three lives and three lives are for eternal life, the cause of today and the result of the future."
The blood and bones that had lost their souls were paralyzed in the palm of the hand, and the cold voice in his ears gradually faded away.
Qingyang Huan couldn't help but shudder, and a cold air from his back went straight to Tianling along the big keel of his spine.
Have you died cleanly?
His eyes penetrated the distant void.
At this moment, the sky and the earth outside Jiutianxuan City were clear and quiet, and everything seemed to have returned to peace.
However, there was some judgment in his heart that the fat-headed and big-eared Rama might not have completely recovered. die.
First there was Gabriel, and then there was Lord Rama.
The power possessed by the Gara clan shocked him time and time again.
This time Lord Rama, who was only half a king, actually saved hundreds of thousands of people in the entire city.
Human warriors, this is simply terrifying.
If all the warriors who came down from the Holy Mountain of Jialuo had such power, how could the human race find peace?
They would have been completely plunged into dire straits.
I hope that only a few Jialuo warriors can achieve this kind of transformation, otherwise the human race would rather Where is the day?
Suppressing the chill in his heart, Qingyang Huan collected the blood and bones belonging to the Rama clan, but he also noticed the difference between Lord Rama and other foreign warriors in the world.
Jialuo's body-protecting holy light is indeed powerful, but for Lord Rama himself, his physical body is not strong, and is even a little stronger than an ordinary half-king warrior.
The visions manifested by his Tao and Dharma are more like a kind of god, just like a spiritual body.
The physical body is just a skin and can be used.
The real thing is the immortality of the spiritual will.
He expected that this was one of the reasons why Rama was able to convert the entire city's warriors.
Unlike Gabriel, Lord Rama took another path of cultivation that was more spiritual and willful.
The final peak of this path of cultivation was It is the immortal spirit that transforms into a true god.
Because of this, he also realized that Lord Rama had not completely fallen.
The Gara clan was too secretive and could bypass reincarnation and use the believers in the gods as nourishment to reincarnate.
Maybe Rama would be like Garbai.
Columns can generally be reincarnated.
Suddenly, his eyes fell below, looking at the hundreds of thousands of clan warriors who seemed to have lost their souls.
The holy mountain in their eyes collapsed, countless Dharma Lords, Vajras, and Dharma Protectors were bleeding, and the Bodhisattva had his arm broken.
It belonged to them in an instant.
The paradise world seems to have collapsed.
And they fell into a state of panic and helplessness.
"Wake up, wake up quickly, wake me up" "Brother Lu, please wake up, have you forgotten that you and I traveled through the wilderness side by side, fought on the ghost clan's void road for ten years, and were stained with ghost blood, and you still haven't woken up?"
"Brother Rong, didn't you say that you and I are going to the Imperial Court of Dayu to watch the battle between the geniuses of our human race?
Even if we can't participate in it, if we can watch it, this life will not be in vain.
We can brag to the little brat in the future."
"I'm going to fuck you, uncle, please wake up, you coward, you are not worthy of being my human race" "ah" In the ancient city, loud shouts kept ringing out, and cries of sorrow resounded throughout the city.
Human warriors who were filled with blood and dared to fight with foreign races in bloody battles could not wake up their fallen comrades at this moment. .
The war ended.
Only two of the four ranger masters in Jiutian Xuancheng were left, and there were also many fallen warriors.
At this moment, the eyes of the masters of Yuanli and Muhe flashed with desolation and decadence, but the wry smiles on the corners of their mouths were so...
The glare.
Fortunately, Lord Rama's power did not seem to have reached its peak level.
In addition, hundreds of thousands of blood descendants were scattered throughout the ancient city.
After many warriors' calls, some warriors gradually woke up from their sinking.
Puff puff puff These warriors who woke up all had blood coming from the corners of their mouths, their faces were as pale as paper, and their vitality was severely damaged.
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Fortunately, deep in their blood, the war blood belonging to the human race still had a little flame of war that was not extinguished.
Although some warriors have been brought back from sinking, compared to the human race in the entire ancient city, they are only one-third in number.
Especially the warriors who were previously struck by the holy light from their bodies have completely sunk in their eyes.
Entered the Garo Kingdom.
"Sir, throughout the ages, this land has been covered with the blood and bones of the human race.
Jiutian Xuancheng is also the place where the blood of the human race breeds.
It has been invaded by alien races for countless years.
There is no need for this, sir."
The Lord of Yuanli dragged his broken body, a hint of despair flashed in his eyes, and his eyes fell on the city again.
"Let's do it.
Being able to be buried on the land of the human race is better than being kidnapped and completely destroyed in the Jialuo Kingdom.
It is better than walking out of Jiutian Xuan City and wreaking havoc in all directions."
"Let's do it, let's do it" The Lord of Wood Crane is a warrior with white hair and a childlike face.
At this moment, his childish face has become old, and the whole person looks like a dying old man.
"I don't blame you for today's disaster."
"If everyone in my human race is like a dragon, how dare the heavens invade" "If our human race prospered without borders, how could all other races not kneel at our feet?"
"Jiutian Xuancheng is just a small city in the land of the human race.
It should not hinder the footsteps of the clan masters.
Let us bear the blame."
"I only hope that you, your majesty, will be as powerful as a rainbow, conquer the heavens, and protect our human race generals, so that this scene will not be allowed to happen again in the future in our ancient city of the human race."
The next moment, the two ranger masters Yuan Li and Mu He looked at each other, and they both saw their respective bright natures from the depths of their collapsed pupils.
"You and I have been fighting for our whole lives, starting from the totem realm, and now we are the half-kings, and we are even in charge of a city together."
"Ha ha" However, the next moment, the two ranger masters laughed, but there was a sadness in the laughter.
The Lord of Wood Crane's eyes fell downwards, and his voice sounded again, as if he had exhausted all his strength and shouted: "Where is the West City Ranger of Jiutian Xuancheng?"
"exist" "Lord, we are still here" Followed by sparse voices, there were only a thousand people in the city, and most of them had an illusory aura lingering around them.
There were even some warriors standing straight on the ground with swords and guns.
"Let's do it.
We can solve the problems in our ancient city ourselves." "" "Let's do it.
Are you going to let these people who once fought together go out of the ancient city and cause trouble to everyone?"
"I want them to enter the Garo Kingdom and become followers of the Garo Tribe from now on."
"I would rather let the rangers of Jiutian Xuancheng die in the ancient city and bury them in the tombs in the city."
"kindness" Looking at the scenes in the ancient city, his body trembled slightly, and a surge of reverse blood rolled out of his body uncontrollably.
It was stopped at the corner of his mouth in an instant, and the smell of blood suddenly woke up Qingyang Huan.
Even though the two masters of the knights kept talking about it, for him, the cause was the cause and the effect was the effect.
His invitation to the heavens to fight was the cause, Rama's attack and the sinking of hundreds of thousands of clan warriors into Jara was the effect.
Maybe he killed Rama, but the scene in front of him was still a catastrophe for him.
At this moment, he even felt that his spiritual will had entered two reincarnations, and he had a desire to collapse. sign.
The real killer move Mental collapse, the destruction of the spiritual world, there is only one end for a warrior, to become possessed and completely sink into the living dead.
Rama really knows how to calculate From the moment he appeared, even now we don't know whether he is dead or alive, he is still under Rama's calculations.
In vain, Qingyang Huan still claims to be domineering and unparalleled, regardless of life and death, and invites war with the heavens.
This battle gave him a new understanding of his opponents in the heavens.
There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.
It can be said that the blood and bones of hundreds of thousands of compatriots this time gave him an unforgettable memory.
Buzz An illusory flame ignited on his body, as if it was swaying in the wind and rain, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next moment.
"not good" Seeing Qing Yanghuan's appearance, the holy-faced goddess who had been watching Qingyang Huan was shocked.
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The moment the spiritual flame ignited, Qingyang Huan had already fallen into the spiritual storm, and his eyes became chaotic.
Only a trace of clarity in the depths of his pupils was left, which he tried his best to maintain, but it was also like a candle in the strong wind, shaky.
In the spiritual world.
Qingyang Huan found that he was completely trapped in the big net he had woven.
In the dark, he could still feel a trace of human luck.
The reason for this was that he wanted to save many warriors in the city, but was unable to do so.
He watched hundreds of thousands of people die because of him, and fell into a guilt dilemma.
It's not wrong to say that he was cruel and bloody.
If there were hundreds of thousands or even millions of aliens in front of him, he wouldn't even care to strike.
Even if there were warriors from the tribe who attacked him, he would suppress them without any scruples.
However, the same race below cannot With the bond of blood and the test of the soul, the reason why the human race can be passed down from generation to generation is precisely because of the bond of blood.
Back in Ao'ao, four kings buried hundreds of thousands of miles of land, and countless human warriors ended up...
There is no way to escape the accountability of the soul.
This is the basis for the human race to maintain the propagation of the race.
Otherwise, at the end of the Middle Ages, why would the emperors use their bodies as pillars of heaven to save the blood descendants of the human race?
From ancient times to the present, this is the reason why the human race has been inherited and immortalized.
The connection of blood and the bond of the same clan became the trigger for his spiritual collapse at this moment.
"Sir, wake up quickly" "wake up" At this moment, many warriors below also noticed something strange about Qingyang Huan.
The fire of his soul was swaying, as if it was about to go out.
"Damn the Garo clan, this race should really disappear completely from heaven and earth."
"Wake up, Master Qingyang.
When you step into the heavens in the future, today's great hatred of hundreds of thousands of people in Jiutian Xuancheng will be washed away with the blood and bones of the Jialuo people."
In the spiritual world, Qing Yanghuan's spiritual will trembled slightly.
At this moment, his spiritual world was swaying.
The shouts from outside were faintly transmitted in, turning into a ray of light and penetrating the heavy shackles.
Like the divine light that illuminates the world, it illuminates his sunken soul again buzz buzz Green light pours down from the sky above the spiritual world like a waterfall, and the bronze door of samsara buzzes, like the Milky Way pouring down the sealed cage.
Qingyang Huan was stepping in mid-air, and the shadow of an ancient bronze door slowly appeared in front of him.
It was like a substance, flowing with the vicissitudes of time.
At this moment, the bronze door slowly opened, and the green light was bright, heading towards The human warriors eroded by Jia Luo's holy light fell below
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