Between the normal space of the Panxi World and the Fallen Abyss, it was isolated by a layer of collapsing turbid mist.
This layer of turbid mist carries a trace of chaos attribute, and if ordinary people strayed into it, it would be impossible for them to pass through the mist and enter the Fallen Abyss even if they walked for a hundred lifetimes.
Thirty-six black flags were suspended on the gray mist, the black fog in the banner was filled, the water vapor was rushing, the cold and biting water mist was staggered into a huge portal in the air, countless natives dragged their children and daughters into the portal in a hurry, and the water mist surrounded them, and these natives disappeared without a trace.
When many natives broke into the portal, they would raise their heads to the sky and shout the mercy of King Gongsun, and a little bit of mental power gushed out from the center of their eyebrows, like water droplets gathering into a stream, and then from the stream into apricots, and finally turning into a rolling river that continuously poured into the body of Gongsun Yuan on the top of a mountain tens of thousands of miles away.
Gongsun Yuan was wearing gold armor, riding a yellow dragon, holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and was confronting nearly 10,000 Jia warriors from afar.
At his feet, there were nearly a hundred corpses of the Jia warriors, and the fiery blood continued to flow out of the bodies of these still convulsive Jia warriors, and the blood that emitted a blazing glow like magma continued to flow down the mountain, melting the mountain rocks a lot.
Behind Gongsun Yuan, a totem battle flag flew high.
A yellow dragon flew in the air on the blood-colored battle flag, and countless weapons such as swords, axes, and guns surrounded the yellow dragon, emitting a cold light from time to time.
A full 3,000 elite warriors of the Youxiong clan were dressed in heavy armor and formed a large formation to stand behind Gongsun Yuan.
The armor of the dozens of warrior leaders who took the lead was torn apart, and wounds deep into the internal organs could still be seen on the majestic body, but the strong vitality of the witch emperor level made their wounds squirm rapidly, and the wounds were constantly shrinking.
There was a different kind of power entangled in the wounds of these warriors, and the blood light emitted by the essence blood of the Witch Emperor and a layer of dim glow constantly devoured and collided with each other, and occasionally a trace of dead air gushed out from the wounds.
There were even large pieces of flesh and blood that exploded and shattered for no reason, but these warriors looked at the enemy in front of them with expressionless faces, as if they didn't feel the slightest pain in their bodies.
A young man of the Yu tribe with a black staff riding on the back of a four-tusked white elephant looked at Gongsun Yuan with a gloomy face.
Gongsun Yuan raised his right hand with a golden color and a simple and heavy long sword, looked at the young man of the Yu tribe and shouted: "Emperor Shi Fang."
Without the help of that black broken cane, you can have a kind of hard fight with me."
The wind blew through the mountain, Gongsun Yuan's long hair flew all over his head, and an indescribable pride was like an erupting volcano soaring into the sky, shattering the large messy clouds in the sky: "You nobles of the Yu clan, don't you like to brag about the so-called etiquette, the so-called rules, the so-called glory, bullshit etiquette, bullshit rules, bullshit glory, you don't dare to fight with me."
Emperor Shifang's five fingers tightened.
A ray of ghostly light burst out on the black staff, and a vertical eye appeared on the head of the staff.
Behind Gongsun Yuan, on the land of tens of thousands of miles, countless natives dragged their families and ran towards the flag gate composed of thirty-six black flags with difficulty.
Some of the natives who have achieved cultivation have used various secret methods to help their clansmen speed up their escape.
Rao is blessed with a secret method, and those indigenous civilians who are farthest away from the flag gate do not have three or five days, and it is impossible to enter the flag gate.
It is impossible to escape into the abyss.
Not to mention that there are still many natives from far and near who have gathered here, and the natives of the brigade are constantly passing by the mountains where Gongsun Yuan is stationed.
In a panic, he fled towards the flag gate.
"It's a real fight" Emperor Shifang smiled gloomily: "For the sake of these natives, you have to rely on such a few people, and it is worth fighting with so many elite warriors of our clan, Gongsun Yuan" Gongsun Yuan raised his head and said lightly: "Those who don't obey my teaching, I regard them as ants."
There will be no soft-heartedness when you grind it at will; But whoever obeys my teaching, that is, my people, I regard them as flesh and blood, and even if I give up my life, I will protect them. ” A deep smile.
Gongsun Yuan said proudly: "This is my way, it is my way that I have the emperor of the Xiong family, you don't understand." ” Emperor Shifang chuckled, he put away the black staff, pulled out a delicate stabbing sword and waved it gently: "I don't understand, I understand, your so-called Tao is actually to imitate your ancestor as much as possible."
Xuanyuan Holy Emperor, hehe, you think you can be the next human emperor" "Attack" Emperor Shifang said proudly: "Give him a fair death, cut off his head, and make his skull into a wine bowl, I will carve a line of words on it This is a fool who wants to become a holy emperor hahahaha attack" Tens of thousands of warriors of the Jia clan shouted at the same time, and they rushed towards the mountain where Gongsun Yuan was located in a unit of thousands of people, like ten black angry dragons.
Several young men of the Xuan tribe standing behind Emperor Shifang smiled in unison, and the bracelets on their wrists continued to erupt with large pieces of strong light, and countless large and small metal spheres erupted from the strong light, and as soon as these metal balls landed, they immediately split apart, turning into countless delicately shaped and strange metal spiders, scorpions, tigers, leopards, and beasts that launched a charge.
In the blink of an eye, a few young people of the Xuan tribe took out more than 100,000 war puppets, and these war puppets converged into a torrent of metal, quickly surpassing the Jia warriors in front of them, and silently approaching Gongsun Yuan.
"Demon Punishment" Gongsun Yuan roared, his face turned red for a while, and then a mouthful of blood sprayed on the golden long sword in his hand.
The long sword shook violently, countless simple and heavy runes on the blade of the sword gushed out, and a golden sword light rushed out nearly ten miles long, and the sword light condensed like substance roared and slashed down the war puppet that charged up along the hillside.
The sword light shattered, and countless large and small golden sword lights spread wildly around.
The metal puppets were cut open by the incomparable sword light, and the fractures were as smooth as mirrors.
Where the golden sword light passed, large swaths of metal puppets spewed fireworks and electric light and fell to the ground, and the faces of those young people of the Xuan tribe twitched violently, and the huge loss made their hearts drip blood.
With a single sword, tens of thousands of metal puppets were torn to shreds.
Gongsun Yuan roared again and again, and the long sword in his hand swung a large cold light and continued to swing down.
The arc-shaped swords were like lawn mowers cutting along the mountain, and all the metal puppets in their path were divided into two sections.
Ji Hao rode on the back of the crow and rushed out of the fallen abyss.
His eyes flashed with golden light, and Ji Hao saw Gongsun Yuan standing on the top of the mountain frantically swinging his sword from a distance.
"I can't imagine that he still has such courage."
Looking at Gongsun Yuan, who was like a mad demon, Ji Hao couldn't tell what it was like.
This guy still has such a side.
There are descendants of the Xiong family, and it seems that they are really extraordinary.
Ji Wenming also rushed out of the mist, and when he saw Gongsun Yuan, who was gradually surrounded by metal puppets, Ji Wenming pulled out the long sword behind his back without saying a word, and it was far away from a sword slashing out.
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