Rumble There was a roar, and the Hell Yama Law Link and the Eight-clawed Demon King all over the sky exploded, covering hundreds of thousands of miles of starry sky.
The violent energy washed away in all directions, submerging the stars one after another.
There was a vast water, and the light rain scattered, crystal clear.
The ripples formed by the power of the explosion swept in all directions, causing chaotic chaos.
Large areas of chaotic air flow washed down and penetrated numerous space barriers.
What This scene caused the eyes of many warriors who had previously revealed sneers and disdain to become glazed over.
"The demon quasi-emperor was pierced and killed by a spear."
The quasi-emperor was blown away this is impossible At this moment, in the four directions of the vast starry sky, there was a king from the Saint Clan, the Blood Clan, the Bone Clan, the Gu Clan, and the Monster Clan, with disbelief shining in his eyes.
At this moment, they felt that the corners of their mouths were a little dry, and thirst emanated from their throats.
The scene in front of them changed so fast that even the king's will had difficulty reacting.
Is it difficult for a quasi-demon emperor to fall like this?
Eight-clawed demon The genius of the generation of demons who became famous ten thousand years ago is second only to the demons of his generation.
His strength has reached the level of quasi-emperor, and he is only half a step away from the throne of Wutian.
The spear thrust by the human race is too ordinary.
It was so ordinary that the kings didn't notice the slightest mystery, but only now did they realize the horror in it.
Isn’t this nonsense?
Can a spear that can pierce a quasi-demon emperor be ordinary?
If you can't understand the mystery, it proves that your realm is too low and you can't feel the realm of the big guys.
"It's not over yet, the quasi-emperor is a quasi-emperor after all."
On the Shentian Clan's treasure ship, Shen Qingtian, who was carrying the Divine Wings and Feathers on his back, narrowed his eyes.
He and the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord were almost contemporaries.
The proliferation of martial arts has greatly increased the longevity of warriors, even if there is a gap of one or two thousand years between them, it is nothing.
In this world, generally speaking, three thousand years is used as a limit to divide the martial arts era of warriors.
To be precise, he is younger than the Eight-clawed Demon.
When he was born, the Eight-clawed Demon had already entered the ranks of the powerful in the world and became a generation of demon kings.
However, without ascending to the throne, this gap in realm strength has been evened out by time.
After all, he can be regarded as a warrior of the same era as the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord.
Coming here today, all warriors have one goal, the way of heaven and the general trend of luck.
Shen Qingtian's eyes were all around, and there were not many waves in his eyes.
His eyes paid too much attention to the Kui ox, which was as huge as a star.
Kuafu God Clan His eyes were staring at the real God Clan.
In recent years, the battle between the Holy Clan and the True God Clan has become more and more intense, both trying to annex each other.
At the moment, it seems that the two holy races have some upper hand.
After all, the ancient gods have not fully recovered.
As time goes by, the advantages of the two holy races will gradually be equalized or even overtaken.
At this time, even if there is a chance to enhance the fortune of the clan, the Shentian Clan cannot let it go.
After thousands of years of accumulation, he has already reached the limit of the imperial realm, but he has been unable to advance to the throne because the opportunity has not arrived.
The appearance of Qing Yanghuan was his opportunity.
At this moment, he inherited the fate of the Shentian Clan, and as a quasi-emperor, his perception of the clan far exceeded that of the king.
This time is not only for his chance to be promoted to the throne, but also to cut off the rising destiny of the human race.
According to the changes in luck in ancient times, the general trend of luck surrounding the human race in front of us is enough to claim the position of the Holy Son of the clan.
I don’t know why in this era, the Supreme Human Emperor of the human race did not issue an edict to proclaim the Holy Son.
Of course, these are not what he has to consider.
The most important thing is to suppress the human warrior in front of him.
Whether it is the destiny of his body or the knowledge of the heavens, they are the treasures he desires.
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If the human race Hao Bo can be suppressed, the Holy Son who was pushed out by the fate of humanity as speculated by the heavens can seize the great momentum from him, rely on the great momentum of the great victory, break through the imperial barrier in one fell swoop, and ascend to the throne of the Godless.
At this time, if the two sacred tribes have one more emperor-level warrior, it will be an extremely obvious improvement to the strength and cohesion of the entire tribe.
Under this situation, if Qingyang Huan, a strong man who can be promoted to the Imperial Realm, falls in the human race, it will be equivalent to losing a strong Imperial Realm man, and it will also be a blow to the momentum of the clan.
The general trend of the ethnic group is accumulated bit by bit in this way, and every inch must be fought for.
"What a demon slayer" After a few breaths, the completely shattered starry sky regained its calm, and the stars in the distant starry sky once again cast starlight.
Buzz In the starry sky thousands of miles away in front of Qingyang Huan, the meteorites transformed from the stars shattered by the power were densely packed.
At this moment, they were attracted by an invisible force and evolved into a star that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
An icy voice rang out from the Star Swirl, the roar of demonic intent in the sky, countless meteorites collided in the Star Swirl for tens of thousands of miles, and illusory devil feet floated, rising and falling like mountains and sacred ridges, each one stretching for thousands of miles.
In the center of Xingxuan, a little magic flame rose, and a figure slowly appeared.
It was the Eight-clawed Demon Lord who had been shot through the chest before.
As a quasi-emperor, whether it is a half-step emperor's body, soul, or destiny, it cannot be erased easily.
Of course, quasi-emperors are not immortal.
Even those who are powerful in the imperial realm will fall, let alone those who are half-assed in the imperial realm.
Failure to kill him once only means that he has not been wiped out enough.
As long as the number of killings is enough, even the strong ones in the Imperial realm will be completely wiped out.
"Are you going to go against the general trend of my demon clan?"
The reappeared Eight-clawed Demon Lord stared at Qingyang Huan with his four demonic eyes, his tone cold and cold.
He felt that the blow that had pierced his chest had a special ability to restrain demons.
At his level, there is no mistaking the feeling.
This spear technique was specially created to restrain the demons.
The human race in front of us is going to defy the heavens It was not enough to establish the will of the heavens to make the entire race of people an enemy, so he specially created such a spear technique to restrain the demon race.
This is a sincere attempt to fight against the demons.
"Human race, you are playing with fire."
Across the distance in the void, the momentum of the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord continued to rise.
"Playing with fire is easy to burn yourself" "If you want to take action, come here" Qing Yanghuan was not taking action.
He was staring at the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord.
At this moment, the aura in the starry sky was somewhat disordered.
Although the Eight-Clawed Demon Lord who was injured by him looked fierce, he had no intention of taking action.
Under this starry sky, in addition to the warriors already surrounding it, there are also hidden beings in the endless darkness.
Once the momentum declines, it is inevitable that warriors will take advantage of the situation and eventually become a stepping stone for others.
Holding the stone spear in his hand, Qingyang Huan looked around the starry sky, from the treasure ships of the two sacred clans, to the stone platform of the demon clan, to the Kui Niu carrying the Kuafu clan.
Clang As if sensing the fighting spirit in his body that was as hot as the oven of heaven and earth, the stone spear made a clanging sound.
"Luck is with me.
If you want it, it's up to you to take it."
Naturally, Qingyang Huan didn't want to be nagging.
After all, the ethnic group where these warriors belonged did not have a good relationship with the human race.
The high-sounding reason to fight for the ethnic group may be the same thing, but in the final analysis, it is also a great blessing for me.
Now that everyone is pressed on the door, they all understand what is going on.
There is no need to say too many great principles.
It is natural to seize destiny for yourself and make some contributions to the ethnic group.
Seeing him as his creation, these people are not his own creation.
There is no end to the prosperity of luck.
As long as the momentum does not fall, the luck will keep flowing, rolling like a river, it depends on how far it can go
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