"What is this," exclaimed an elder of the Fusilier clan as he watched the co-worker hiss "He is, he is" Someone seemed to recognize the Gonggong clan, and an elder of the first witch lineage jumped up violently, pointed at the Gonggong clan and shouted a few times, but he couldn't say the name of the Gonggong clan because he was too nervous.
Tens of thousands of clan elites who were beheaded in half fell from the sky one after another, falling into the rolling flood with blood and water.
Even if there was a Witch Emperor-level power among them, they only wailed a few times, and they were swept away by the flood with weak energy.
The Witch Emperor can be reborn with blood, and it is impossible to kill them by cutting them in half, even if they are chopped into meat sauce, as long as a trace of spiritual wisdom remains, they can be reborn quickly with their huge vitality.
But the two scimitars in the hands of the Gonggong clan don't know what kind of strange treasures they are, and the people who were beheaded by him were devoured in blood, even the Wu Emperor could only die on the spot.
There was a dead silence on the battlefield of Kuimen, and Ji Hao cautiously gestured to Xia Mi, asking him to evacuate the scene with the shrimp soldiers of Kuimen as quickly as possible.
The Gonggong clan got out of the altar, and now the matter will not end well.
The elders and elite warriors of the major clans looked at the Gonggong clan blankly, killing tens of thousands of clan elites with one blow, what kind of fierce god and evil is this "He" an elder of the Yunyang clan suddenly hissed and screamed: "The madman of the first witch lineage, take out the antidote" "Take out the antidote" Whenever a clansman was injured by the poisonous Gu of the first witch lineage, the ministers and elders roared angrily.
At the moment of the strong enemy, all the fighters must be allowed to recover their combat effectiveness as soon as possible, otherwise under the butcher's knife of the Gonggong clan, they will be a group of weak rabbits, and they will be slaughtered by others.
Before the elders of the Chu Wu lineage could speak, the Gonggong clan who had come out of the altar had already jumped to their feet and roared angrily: "What other antidote do you need to die, go to death, go to death, people, you, all of them deserve to die."
Gonggong's black robe was shattered by the Blood Flying Knife, and his tall body was covered with scaly wounds, which showed that the blood-colored filth was wrapped around his flesh and bones, constantly eroding his body, and bits and pieces of viscous plasma with a suffocating filth and stench were constantly dripping from his wounds, and his breath was also rapidly weakening.
The Blood Flying Knife is too vicious, so vicious that the Gonggong clan has no way to take the vicious filthy blood of the Blood Flying Knife.
In addition to passively bearing the erosion of the blood qi of the Blood Transformation Flying Knife, the Gonggong clan used up all the magical powers and secret techniques he knew in just a few breaths, and swallowed dozens of heaven and earth treasures, but he could not dispel the slightest bit of filthy blood qi in his body.
He even watched as in addition to him, the other two Gonggong clans on the altar turned into blood and water.
Turned into blood and water, and disappeared like this, and the bones were gone, and the soul was scattered.
Gonggong was angry and sad.
They are the gods of heaven and earth, they are gods, and the characteristics of the gods are that they are different from human beings, they do not have a relatively independent body and soul like the human race.
If the human race dies, their souls can be reincarnated, or transformed into ancestral spirits, ghosts, and other strange states by mysterious witchcraft.
The gods, dead are dead, completely broken, vanished, there will be no residue left, and there is no chance to even be a ghost.
Therefore, the Gonggong clan knew that the two Gonggongs, his flesh and blood relatives, were really and completely finished, and he himself was seriously injured, and the blood-turning flying knife was desperately eroding his body, that is, eroding his soul, he was out of breath, and his body could collapse and die completely at any time.
After a few gasps, not caring about any more nonsense, the Gonggong clan swung two scimitars, bringing up a series of crescent-shaped knife shadows that were thousands of feet long, and roared forward to slash the dense clan alliance in front of him.
"Kill, kill, kill my enemies, kill," the Gonggong clan howled almost madly, falling into a state of hysterical madness.
Two indestructible scimitars swept across the battlefield, a large area was injured by the poisonous Gu, and the clan warriors who were stumbling between actions were shattered by the sword light.
Ji Hao stood still in place, and his huge divine consciousness spread out like a wave of water, locking on the destroyed altar.
The destruction of this altar has been chained to the remaining eight altars, and those eight altars are trembling wildly, on the verge of collapse under the fierce struggle of the Gonggong clan.
Twenty-seven ancestors worked together, and in addition to the one in Kuimen, there were eleven other co-workers in the eight altars who barely kept their bodies from collapsing.
There were fifteen co-workers, and under the fierce slash of the blood throwing knife, they were cut into plasma without any power to fight back.
The Blood Flying Knife devoured the plasma of the Gonggong Clan, and the Nine Blood Throwing Knives were more ferocious and powerful, and the eleven Gonggongs in the eight altars were more seriously injured, and they were about to be killed on the spot.
The giant poisonous Gu controlled by the First Witch suddenly screamed, and opened its big mouth to spew out a sticky black venom towards the killing Gonggong clan.
Gonggong's body shook and turned into a large wave of water and escaped into the flood.
The venom like an arrow crossed the void, and instead of touching a single hair of the Gonggong clan, it was about to die and hit the already destroyed altar again, completely shattering the broken foundation of the altar.
The nine chain altars cracked open, and the nine blood-turning flying knives let out a sonorous roar, losing the traction of the formation base, and the blood-turning flying knives felt the attraction of Ji Hao's blood, and turned into nine blood-colored long rainbows flying into the air, and they all submerged into Ji Hao's body.
Eleven Gonggong clans, who were seriously injured and their bodies were constantly turning into blood dripping, rushed out of the altar, they looked up to the sky and roared, their eyes followed the direction of the blood rainbow brought up by the blood flying knife, and their fierce eyes crossed the distance of hundreds of millions of miles, locking on Ji Hao.
The eleven Gonggong clans of the "little mongrels of the human race" scolded angrily in unison, they flew into the sky with difficulty, the aura around them was surging like a dragon, and the black divine power turned into a large dark cloud that swept the sky, and the floods, torrential rains, and water columns falling from the sky in all directions were absorbed by their bodies, turning into boiling water and constantly injecting into their bodies.
Breaking away from the altar of death and replenished by the endless power of the twelve water worlds, although the bodies of the co-workers were still dripping viscous and filthy plasma, the tendency of their bodies to collapse was alleviated.
They roared and cursed wildly, and they declared their names Countless water demons in the eight dragon gates behind Kuimen were as hysterical as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they set off monstrous waves one after another, followed by the eleven Gonggongs rushing towards Kuimen.
"Kill all the human races and dominate Pangu," a co-worker roared hysterically.
Originally, their plan was only to enslave the Terrans, but they were almost crushed by the Blood Flying Knife, and the anger of the co-workers against the Terrans has reached the extreme, they don't want to enslave the Terrans, slaves or something, where are these ignorant water demons useful Kill all the human races and dominate the Pangu world "Kill, kill, kill" The boundless and endless waves rolled towards Kuimen.
To be continued
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