puff The nine war spears merged into one, and the ancient patterns on the spears lit up, manifesting the ancient inheritance of time and space, exuding the vicissitudes of the greatness of the human race.
With the help of the ancient artifacts of the human race, Qingyang Huan finally penetrated the little saint son's secrets. chest.
The huge blood hole penetrated from the chest to the back.
The light in the little saint son's eyes was gradually extinguishing.
He couldn't believe that the creation he controlled had turned upside down.
"I am a genius of the Holy Clan, with an ancient bloodline, and a noble of the imperial lineage.
I want to become the king of taboos."
The divine light of purple gold was like a waterfall, and the divine light of the ancient war spear turned into nine killing blows in a flash, completely smashing the body of Holy Son Xiaoxiao.
The holy light exploded all over the sky, and in an instant, the sky was filled with all kinds of strange phenomena such as earth, water, wind, and fire.
Dissolve.
"Who doesn't seem to be an emperor?"
Qingyang Huan said lightly as he looked at the holy body that exploded in front of him, with blood and flesh splattering out, and being completely crushed into blood mist by Wujiang Taoism.
In the exploding blood mist, there were many phantoms, and an illusory figure appeared, with a roar and malice in the illusion.
"My Tyrant Saint Emperor Clan will not just let it go.
When the time comes, not only you, but also this entire land will be buried with me."
"Okay, I understand, you can go in peace."
The big hand slapped it down, and the next moment, the broken piece belonging to the Little Saint Son disappeared into thin air between heaven and earth, completely disappearing into the mountains and seas.
Buzz A star with a faint green light appeared in front of Qingyang Huan's eyes. star core It is the most important part of a star, just like the warrior's martial arts treasure, which contains more than 90% of the creation of a star.
It is because of the existence of the star core that the star is born.
There are countless stars in the vast starry sky, but there are not many stars with life in it.
Moreover, even if each race discovers a life star, it is used as the heritage of the race, rather than fishing in the marsh and directly taking out the star core as a resource for cultivation. , this is too much of a waste of natural resources.
No one expected that the little holy son would have such good fortune, but unfortunately, this good fortune became his.
Of course, we have to talk about the sadness of the little saint son.
The stars have merged into the small world.
If the stars evolve into the star field after he creates the world, then he will get a world of kings that is at the top of the list of kings.
Obviously there is a reason why there are rumors that he has never been able to create the world.
It is not because he is afraid of the catastrophe, but because he really wants to integrate a star core into the small world.
Obviously, the little saint son is in this kind of empty treasure mountain, but he can't bear it. embarrassing situation.
If a star absorbs enough star power, it can further transform and turn into a star field.
The starry sky of the universe is a mysterious existence that all races in the sky must explore.
The little saint is dead Seeing the holy light and glory all over the sky suddenly disappear, the entire Dongxu world suddenly became silent.
All of this changed so quickly.
Qingyang Huan and the others were still in an anxious state of conquest, but they did not expect that the situation of the battle took a turn for the worse and the little saint was completely buried in the cave. silence At this moment, everything was silent.
Whether it was the human warriors or the remaining warriors from all the heavens and hundreds of clans, they all held back their voices and looked at the hole above the cave.
The whole body was flashing with purple gold flames, and there was a faint Dharma God.
The giant figure wandering on the chain, its pupils tightened, and there was a hint of awe.
As for the foreign warriors in the heavens, they still can't believe that the Little Saint Son's ultimate holy body is enough to dominate the kings.
Maybe it can't be truly achieved by looking at the heavens and the earth.
But this is the Southern Wilderness, a small place of the human race.
How could anyone in such a small place be able to completely suppress the Little Saint Son.
In this way, his blood and bones were pierced, his body was shattered, and even his own creation was taken away.
"The little saint son has fallen."
After more than ten breaths of time passed, a foreign warrior on Dongxu finally raised his lips and said tremblingly.
"How is this possible?
How can the human race kill the little saint son?
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He is a descendant of the emperor's lineage and the king's blood king."
However, such words could no longer be said, and the bloody reality was before everyone.
There was despair in the eyes of some foreign races.
Young geniuses are the future of a race, and they also represent the development potential of the next race.
The greater the number of geniuses, the more prosperous the race will be.
The reason why they came across the border is to attack the human race.
If they kill the genius of the human race, there will be a gap in the warriors in the human race in the next time.
It may not be noticeable at first.
If time goes on, the gap between generations of geniuses will appear. , will completely collapse an ethnic group.
They have been acting like this for a long time, wanting to completely cut off the foundation of the human race.
The Little Saint Son was beheaded, but it represented the emergence of another top-notch combat power in the human race.
"Haha, our Southern Wilderness is getting a genius."
"I don't know how many human blood descendants have fallen at the hands of the Little Holy Son over the years.
Today we can finally pay homage to their spirits in heaven."
Compared with the dullness of the foreign race, the surrounding strong human race, although covered in blood, laughed continuously.
As if to release all the depression in the heart, the death of the Little Saint Son can bring a kind of relief to the human race in the southwestern land of the Southern Wilderness, frighten the foreign races, and boost the morale of the human race.
"The little saint has fallen, leave quickly" "escape" "Escape, escape, escape" In an instant, the foreign warriors around them woke up and immediately drove their treasure ships and war beasts towards the depths of the cave.
Are you kidding me?
The little saint is dead.
Are they going to be buried with him if they stay?
"Where to escape, stay" "Haha, bloodbath the foreign races, these bastards deserve to die" "It's so exciting.
I didn't expect that foreign races would be like this."
The human race who reacted naturally would not let the alien races in the sky escape.
Now that they were scared out of their wits, it was a good time to encircle and annihilate them.
"Gammon's compassion cannot save all sentient beings, lament."
Fat Toutuo, who was also fighting against Wuchen, no longer looked as solemn and precious.
He was wearing a tattered robe, with a cold and murderous look in his eyes.
He looked into the void around him with a hint of resentment.
Finally, these eyes fell on Wuchen.
"The abominable Dao clan, today's humiliation will be remembered by Jiamen."
The next moment, the Holy Light of Jialuo appeared all over the sky, and illusory Jialuo Venerables chanted Sanskrit sounds appeared on the cave.
Taking this opportunity, Fat Toutuo's figure disappeared under the Holy Light of Jialuo.
After Wuchen held the Dao sword and smashed away the phantom of Jialuo's holy light all over the sky, Fat Toutuo was no longer there.
Wuchen put the Dao sword in his hand back on his back again, his eyes penetrated the hole, and he saw a figure in the depths of the hole like lightning, breaking through the hole and moving forward, and quickly disappeared without a trace.
"Gaara, I will figure it out one day."
When many human beings were chasing and killing, they subconsciously avoided Qingyang Huan.
He stood in mid-air and saw a suspended green star in front of him.
The stars seemed to be no more than three feet in size, turning slowly and casting little starlight.
"Um" When he reached out his hand to hold up the stars in front of him, Qingyang Huan suddenly groaned.
He felt that the star core in front of him, which was only one foot in diameter, was as heavy as the sky, even pressing his body down several feet.
After a lot of effort, Qingyang Huan put the star core away.
He suddenly felt like he was being pressed by Shen Yue, and it felt extremely heavy when he stepped on it.
It took some time to get used to it.
Ahhhhh Run quickly Puff puff puff Along with the pitiful shouts, a foreign warrior who had no time to escape was killed and turned into a ball of blood mist in the cave.
However, despite the human siege, some warriors came with treasures, warships, and war beasts, and there were still some fish that slipped through the net and escaped into the depths of the cave.
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Putting away the opportunity to obtain the Little Holy Son, Qingyang Huan made no move and returned to the top of Yulin Ancient City.
Soon the conquest in Dongxu came to an end.
Facing the powerful human warriors, the alien races were completely reduced to inferior status.
Soon Ling Aojin, Ling Aojian, Xuan Guyang and other warriors were also exuding strong blood energy.
The breath stepped back to the human land from the cave. , "happy" Following this, many warriors also returned to the land of the human race.
The strong blood energy was stirring, but they could not stop the burning heat of the battle blood.
Roaring and excited voices sounded out one by one.
"Brother Qingyang" Every figure who looked at Qingyang Huan waved their hands and clasped their fists.
Many warriors had a look of awe in their eyes.
There were so many human blood descendants reproducing in the Southern Wilderness.
It was as vast as the stars.
There were too many hidden aristocratic families and ancient clans.
However, there were not many warriors who could compare with the Little Saint Son.
And Qing Yanghuan's ability to kill the Little Saint Son proved everything.
The bloody battle came to an end, but the thick blood-colored fog that exaggerated the sky above the ancient city of Yulin still could not be dispersed, and whimpering sounds continued to sound in the void, like weeping and complaining.
Illusive and ferocious figures constantly emerged in the blood mist.
They belonged to the slaughtered foreign warriors from all over the world.
The broken souls that survived were unwilling to die and were roaring.
However, no matter how roaring these remaining ferocious ghosts were, they still dared not approach the place where the demonic flames were rolling in the void.
The location of the human-demon cavalry was also the only place that was not affected by the war.
When the young human warriors from all over the ancient city of Yulin dispersed, the human-demon cavalry still stood on top of the huge demon wolf, without the slightest movement of life.
锵锵锵 The sound of armor clashing sounded, and the empty eyes on the human-demon cavalry's pocket fell on Qingyang Huan again.
"kindness" Qingyang Huan, who was originally immersed in comprehending the star core, was instantly awakened and looked towards the human-demon cavalry. roar The next moment, the demon wolf looked up to the sky and roared, the demon flames roared, and supported the human-demon warrior as he turned around and headed towards the depths of the wilderness.
The demonic flames swept across the mountains, rivers and land, everything in their path lay dormant, and the demonic flames danced wildly.
Immediately afterwards, Qingyang Huan stepped out of the city and headed towards the direction where the human-demon cavalry left.
"Hey, wait for me, wait for me."
Gui Buxian on the side saw Qingyang Huan's movements and immediately turned into a stream of light and chased after him
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