Three days passed quickly.

There has not been a unified opinion within the Ming Gu imperial clan.

The quarrel between the two factions became increasingly fierce, but it never came to an end.

The three major iron cavalry of the Longyuan Army, one million iron-blooded warriors, lined up in front of the throne of the Emperor Ancestor.

The military appearance was cleansed, exuding a cold and silenceful aura.

Xu Changlin rode on the Feitianlong horse, wearing black armor, like a cruel and ruthless general, exuding a killing aura.

This flying dragon horse is a descendant of Qin Tai'a's mount. He was born seven years ago. He tasted the smell of blood for the first time in this war.

The moment I tasted the blood on the battlefield, this flying dragon horse, like its father, became an iron-blooded dragon horse, and faced the cruel battlefield as steady as a cold battle blade.

Xu Changlin turned his head and looked at the light gradually appearing in the distance.

The commander of the army was three days, that was three days, and he would not wait for an extra quarter of an hour.

Xu Changlin arrived at the last moment.

He looked coldly at the throne of the Emperor Ancestor ahead, the ancient Ming clan who was arguing with each other.

These ancient imperial clans have become fish on the chopping board and have no ability to resist.

However, this is not a reason why they can live.

Whether they were crying or begging for mercy, they would not hesitate when Xu Changlin was in the knife.

Pitying the enemy is the greatest cruelty to oneself.

When the human race and people in the Jiuzhou Realm cried bitterly, did the high-ranking Minggu imperial clan ever feel a little pity?

Xu Changlin went from a slave to a general, and experienced the most cruel things in the world.

These cruel experiences made him understand a truth: Don’t give the enemy any chance to turn things around, the enemy cannot be kind.

They will only cry when they are weak and beg for mercy. Once they are given strength and in turn, they will only be more cruel than you when they massacre their compatriots.

When a slight whiteness appears on the distant horizon.

Xu Changlin raised his spear and shouted: "Kill!"

The sound of horse hooves sounded, and millions of iron cavalry charged, and the iron hooves stepped across the earth and made a thunderous roar.

Rumble!

Millions of iron cavalry entered the ancient imperial clan, stepped by iron hooves, and set out on a path of flesh and blood.

The Ming Gu Emperor clan cried, roared and begged under the iron hooves.

However, this does not make this iron-blooded army hesitate when falling swords.

The commander of the army was three days, so these Ming Ancient Emperors who thought they were arrogant could not live for a moment.

"Kill!" Xu Changlin rushed from the periphery to the throne of the Emperor's Ancestor. His gun and armor were splashed with fishy blood, making him like a god of killing from hell, cold and ruthless, and iron-blooded killing.

"Ah! Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The shouts of the Ming Gu Emperor Clan were everywhere.

The high priest Minggu turned around angrily and shouted at Xu Changlin: "Stop! Stop!"

Xu Changlin rode his horse to the throne of the Emperor's Ancestor, looked up at the High Priest Minggu on the steps, and snorted coldly: "The army leader said it was three days, and you only have three days of life. When the time comes, you should go to hell to report."

The killing continued, the screams became more and more shrill, and blood splashed, and the cold wind in the morning turned into blood mist, spreading between the heaven and earth.

A Minggu imperial clan whose legs were cut off crawled onto the steps of the throne of the Emperor Ancestor with his hands, reached out to the closed gate of the Emperor Ancestor's throne, begging: "The Emperor Ancestor...The Emperor Ancestor...Save us, save us..."

Until now, the Ming Ancient Emperor Clan believed that Di Feitian did not escape.

The high priest Minggu was angry. He rushed over and grabbed the broken-legged clan and shouted at him: "Don't call me! Di Feitian has long been away. He ran away, do you know? He ran away! You lowly ants are not worth mentioning compared to his own lives!"

"No! Why is this happening? Why is this happening?" The broken leg of the Ming Gu Emperor Clan shouted loudly, and the faith in his heart collapsed little by little.

The faction leader who agreed to remove the throne of the Emperor Ancestor rushed to the high priest Minggu, grabbed his collar and shouted: "Don't you give an order yet? Do you want to wait for us to die?"

The High Priest Minggu knew that there was no choice, so he looked up at the distance and shouted loudly: "Stop! Let's remove the throne of the Emperor's Ancestor. Stop!"

There was no response, and no one's words came from the world except for the shouts of killing and screams.

The high priest Minggu gritted his teeth, pointed at the throne of the Emperor's ancestor, and ordered: "Demolition! Demolition quickly!"

Finally received the order from the high priest, and groups of the ancient imperial clan rushed towards the throne of the Emperor's Ancestor and smashed the throne of the Emperor's Ancestor with swords and shovels.

The high priest Minggu raised his hand and knocked a hole into the high wall of the throne of the Emperor Ancestor, and then burst into tears and shouted to the sky: "Is this OK? Is it OK?"

After a while, Ye Xuan's order came down from the sky.

"Those who take action to remove the throne can live, and the others will die!"

The killing continued, and millions of cavalry stepped on the plain in front of the throne of the Emperor's Ancestor into the Shura slaughterhouse.

The ancient imperial clan of Ming rushes toward the throne of the Emperor's Ancestor, grabs any tools you can pick up, and smashes the throne of the Emperor's Ancestor. If you can't find the tools, use stones.

Only by smashing the throne of the Emperor Ancestor can you have a chance to survive, so millions of ancient imperial clans rushed towards the throne of the Emperor Ancestor like a tide, fighting for the chance to survive.

...

Outside the ancient world of Ming, there are many powerful people from the superior world paying attention to this war.

No one chooses to intervene.

Because this is a war between the Jiuzhou Realm and the Ming Ancient Realm.

When the Kyushu Interface was facing a crisis of destruction, there was no superior world to help.

Now it is the turn of the ancient Ming world to be massacred, and no one will intervene.

The divine thought projection of Saint Lord Zangkong and another strong man appeared outside the ancient world of Netherworld.

"Saint Lord Nirvana, are you also interested in seeing the ending of the ancient world of the Netherworld?" Saint Lord Zangkong asked curiously.

This powerful man who appeared with divine thought projection is the "Saint of Destruction" of the Lord of the Temple of Destruction and the father of the Nine Infant Saint.

Most of the time, the Saint of Nirvana did not show up, and even handed over all the affairs of the Temple of Nirvana to the Saint of Nine Infants.

Therefore, the strong men of the Seven Realms Alliance rarely have the chance to see the Lord of the Temple of Destruction, whose head is not seen but the tail is not seen.

The Saint Lord Nirvana is relatively silent and does not follow the problem of Saint Lord Zangkong.

The Holy Lord Zangkong didn't care and continued, "I really don't understand this Ye Xuan, just kill him cleanly? Isn't this an unnecessary move?"

"Because he is cruel enough." Saint Lord Nirvana finally spoke.

The Holy Lord Zangkong asked in confusion: "This is called ruthlessness? If it is ruthless, wouldn't it be better to kill a single animal in the ancient world?"
Chapter completed!