The broken rivers and mountains were filled with blood. Whether they were disciples of big families or top orthodox disciples, these young talents were slaughtered one after another.
The silence between heaven and earth was excessive. Jun Tian's clothes were not stained with blood, and he clearly looked very delicate. The murderous intention in his bones was too fierce.
Jun Tian was completely angered. He had no grievances against these people, and they actually joined forces to encircle and suppress him. This was unbearable!
"Spare me, Zu Tian, I was wrong. I thought we were ignorant, please spare us!"
The few people who were still alive knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and screamed in fear. Their companions were all dead, and now their intestines were turning green. Only those who had escaped beforehand were secretly glad.
"The opportunity has been given to you. No matter who dares to kill me or hunt me, they will die!"
The cold light in Juntian's eyes suddenly swelled, and he let out a dull roar, and lightning flashed down from the starry sky. The mountains, rivers and land were reduced to scorched earth, and a few people kneeling on the ground and kowtowing exploded into blood.
The world was boiling, and the strong men watching from a distance were chilled from head to toe. Dozens of forces were involved behind these people, and they were all washed in blood!
"Zutian, invincible!"
In the oppressive world, some people shouted. In the past, they used to wield a knife to kill the cruel people of the human race, but now they are killing the top orthodox disciples of the human race one after another, but they feel extremely relieved.
There are even more people whose blood is surging, and aliens are like a mountain that weighs on their hearts, but some people dare to overthrow and kill these people. There is no difference between them and aliens. Sometimes the human heart is more terrifying.
Jun Tian turned around and left calmly, knowing that his combat power was not enough. Otherwise, if he had been standing at the Saint level just now, with his supreme combat power, he could have destroyed these rotten fish and shrimps in an instant!
"Zutian, accept your fate!"
At this time, ancient chariots rumbled from a distance, and one after another powerful men with astonishing combat power tore apart the nodes of the great domain and crossed here, and the murderous aura surged ten times.
"roar……"
The alien army is coming, and there are also killer alliances from all walks of life, and strong men from the Dawei Holy Dynasty are coming one after another. Now this great domain has become the core of the storm, and all the strong men who have received the news have rushed to the battlefield across the domain.
"Kill, stay!"
A terrifying giant glowed with blood and blood. It roared to pieces and shattered the mountains. It opened its mouth and sprayed out golden ancient seals, crossing the sky above the battlefield and pressing towards the figure walking away.
Juntian's big sleeves were fluttering, and he moved one step at a time. His speed was too fast while he was shrinking to an inch, and he disappeared into the depths of the battlefield.
"When I finish warming up, none of you will survive!"
The cold voice once again echoed in the ears of the world, and the murderous intent that rippled out affected the universe, and the sky was vaguely weeping blood, indicating a not-so-good future.
The strong man who was chasing forward felt nervous, always feeling that the footsteps of death were approaching.
Especially when they found out that hundreds of young talents had been killed here, Zu Tian's combat power ushered in a new improvement, and they were suddenly horrified, and they all quit the hunting operation.
"Zutian, you courageous rats, get out of here!"
The heroes roared in pursuit, and Li Xiong and the others rushed over one after another. They were all relieved to learn that Juntian had mysteriously evaporated again.
"He actually said this!"
A young overlord from the Shenhuo Cult came over and said in a deep voice: "These ruthless people can't hold down and can't hit a single blow. The next step will be a big trouble for these forces. Just wait and see, they will kill more than a dozen Ancestral Heavens in the great domain."
We will never be silent!”
"I have a premonition that a big show is about to take place. He is going to warm up? Which area is he going to? This scourge will definitely use all means to retaliate."
Princess Ziluo came over after hearing the news. She saw the silhouettes of Ziguang and Split Star disappearing from a distance. She couldn't help but shake her head: "It's a bit ridiculous that supreme-level creatures don't explore the land of creation and search for Zu Tian all over the world."
"Haha, isn't it normal for someone who hates foreigners to be on the must-kill list? If Zu Tian drinks his hatred, we will be punished next."
Li Xiong's eyes were filled with cold electricity, and he said in a cold voice: "This kind of normalcy is really frustrating!"
Princess Ziluo frowned slightly, the alien race's water was too deep. Since the end of ancient times, they have not been particularly concerned about the Conferred God War. It is unknown what kind of hidden story is involved behind the scenes.
Of course, everyone admits that the accumulation of these hegemonic ethnic groups inherited from ancient times is too terrifying. They are entrenched in the strongest divine earth world, are impregnable, and are innately invincible.
News of what happened in this great domain spread, and the other people killed were fine, but Fairy Xuanling was different. She was the youngest daughter of the leader of the Xuantian Sword Sect. She had a noble status and could stand on an equal footing with the heroes of the supreme power.
This famous and talented woman had her soul ripped apart and her body crushed. Her death was too tragic.
"Big news, Zutian strikes again with thunder, the Ancestor-Destroying Alliance suffered heavy losses, and Fairy Xuanling was killed!"
There was a sensation in the Holy Imperial City, and then a terrifying murderous intention spread across the starry sky. The Xuanmen Sect Leader, who was carrying a divine weapon and a killing sword, was furious. His little daughter was shot to death?
He couldn't believe it. Xuantian Sword Sect was at its peak, and his little daughter was usually domineering, but how could she be reduced to a certain death situation?
"Speak with authority, everyone gives in!"
Pu Long, who had narrowly escaped death, made a brilliant appearance, delivering detailed battle scenes and the bloody scene of Xuanling Fairy being trampled to pieces, and the excited Xuanmen sect master let out a thunderous roar.
"Zutian, how dare he?"
The Xuanmen Sect Leader was furious, while some people sneered secretly, "If you have no right to grudge, you will kill Zutian and serve as a lackey for the alien race. You will bring the blame on yourself!"
"The ultimate bastard!" The head of the Xuanmen Sect's eyes were splitting. How could he say that he was a majestic god, and he was killed without even asking a question?
The strong men of the three supreme forces had gloomy expressions. According to the detailed information received from the authority, Jun Tian quickly withdrew after killing the people, and publicly announced that he would find them to settle the matter.
"Hundreds of human race heroes died at the hands of Jun Tian. They just wanted Zu Tian to apologize and clear up the grievances of Prince Dawei. Unexpectedly, it would be gone like this."
Bai Xuantian spoke indifferently, a race war broke out on the battlefield of the Holy Emperor, various scenes have been spread all over the origin world by Pu Long, and the Fengshen Temple is currently paying attention!
If he cannot control the situation and suppress the source of the racial war, if the situation continues to deteriorate, the Fengshen Temple will come to hold him accountable.
Mo Luo sneered: "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps? It seems that Zu Tian has no background. How long has passed since Master Xuan Turtle's incident has been forgotten?"
Even though the Holy Imperial City was silent, if Jun Tian didn't have a strong background, how dare he kill these people?
"Go and send someone to ask for the powerful Hun Tuo!"
The Patriarch of Splitting Heaven did not believe that Jun Tian could not be counted as his heel, and was prepared to pay a huge price. He asked this person to take action and dig deeper, and there might be unexpected gains.
"It will be difficult for me to feel at ease unless I find out what grudges Jun Tian has against our clan. Could he be a strong man from the Demon Cult? Or is he a remnant of the Daxia Mansion?"
Wei Jun frowned, Jun Tian had a terrifying detector in his hands, how easy would it be to capture him?
Why did he kill the Ninth Princess with thunder in the past? This is still the answer they want to find out. They once speculated that this person was Xia Juntian, but based on Master Xuangui's performance, it was obvious that he was not.
"Sir, if you want to find out whether he has anything to do with the Demon Sect or the Daxia Mansion, let's see if he will attack the gathering place of the Blessed Saint or the Divine Martial Saint." Someone said.
"absurd!"
Wei Jun sneered and said: "Is his ancestor Tian crazy? The lineage of Fusheng and Shenwusheng control two holy mountains, and the immortal matter is boiling like a sea. Who can attack it?"
"this……"
The rest of the people thought about it, unless they launched the human wave tactic and forcibly attacked the Holy Mountain. However, this time is different from the past. At present, the battle for the 108 Holy Mountains in the Holy Emperor's battlefield has been completely ended.
Take the Holy Mountain where the Blessed Saint is located. It has long been sealed by hundreds of killing formations. The cost of attacking it is unimaginable. Even the Demon Sect does not dare to act rashly.
The core of the Dawei Holy Dynasty is the battlefield of the Holy Emperor after all, unlike the foreigners who came from an expedition.
The Holy Emperor's battlefield is once again in turmoil. One hundred and eight holy mountains stand high above, like gods overlooking the world. There are supreme saints sitting at the tops!
Jun Tian carried the sword on his back and crossed all the way, breaking through the boundaries of dozens of large domains, and rushed to the eighty-one domain.
He walked with his sword in hand, his white clothes fluttering, facing the morning glow, his body glowing with a faint golden glow, approaching the boundary of the holy mountain.
Here the mountains overlap, clouds and mist linger, and the thin immortal substance flows to the end of the horizon, pouring into the majestic holy mountain that reaches straight into the sky.
The immortal matter emitted by the entire mountain is so strong that it forms a sea of flaming red smoke. The immortal matter produced by heaven and earth is different from that extracted by the fire of faith, and it invisibly exudes the immortal aura of divinity.
Jun Tian was thinking, in the ancestors' time, were there beautiful rivers and mountains with strong immortal material? Can one be crowned a king or a saint without relying on the Origin Platform?
Due to the circumstances, the fire of faith was gathered to extract immortal substances, forming a unique system of practice and growth.
This holy mountain is extremely majestic. After more than half a year, three holy masters have emerged one after another. It is conceivable that the opening of the battlefield of holy kings over the years is an explosive period of rising cultivation levels in the origin world!
Juntian stood quietly between heaven and earth, staring at the holy mountain. One after another, strong men came across, approached the holy mountain, paid heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and exchanged for a place in cultivation.
On the top of the mountain, the blessed saint is sitting in meditation. He does not look old. He is tall and majestic, with strong vitality and blood. He is only a layer of paper away from the holy master level.
Of course, how could he be willing to leave, take control of this holy mountain, rely on His Majesty's favor, and reap huge wealth every day? The elders of the royal family would not say much.
"Clan leader, our Fu family has produced two kings, both of whom are the seeds of the younger generation!" The elders of the Fu family came to report excitedly.
"Is this a big deal?"
Fu Sheng opened his indifferent pupils and said: "Taking a long-term view, my Fu family has accumulated over the years, attracted players from all races, and even taken over the fiefdom and inheritance of Daxia Mansion. What is the birth of a king? If we can't take advantage of this,
With the opportunity, a group of powerful saints emerge, how can they become the number one palace in the future?"
Speaking of this incident, Saint Fu laughed heartily: "Sage Shenwu's parent and son died in the battle. Good, that's really good. Let's see how arrogant he is in the court in the future, hahahaha!"
"My Fu family has been very lucky in the past few years and has trampled the Daxia Mansion under its feet. We will definitely rise in the future!"
The strong man who reported the report sneered: "Now think about it carefully, with the size of Daxia Mansion, millions of troops, and hundreds of strong kings, if they could wait until the day when the canonization battlefield opens, and accumulate accumulated experience, they would definitely be born.
Dozens of saints!"
Obviously, if the ethnic group accumulates to this level, there will be a blowout-like explosion in the following years.
Only when the foundation is stable can we thrive.
"This is your Majesty's brilliance. The Daxia Mansion had its own troops and had Xia Qingtian, the proud man of heaven who is bleeding with the holy blood of the devil. In the future, once he wins the Conferred Gods Battle and gets the position of Conferred Gods, haha, this big
Xia Mansion is no longer the Great Xia Mansion of my holy dynasty."
Blessed Saint Leng Youyou said: "Always remember, what we eat is the royal family's food. This is the magic weapon for the tribe to survive forever!"
"This... clan leader, can we only live under someone else's roof?" The elder who came secretly sent a message.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The blessed saint was furious and said in a cold voice: "Living under someone else's fence? What does it mean to live under someone else's fence? In the ancient times, the human race dominated half of the country on the list of gods! The supreme power rose rapidly with the help of this special period, and stabilized its status and orthodoxy. But now, do you think you
What qualifications do you have to conquer the vast territory, gather the fire of faith, and compete with the supreme power?"
The strong man who reported it felt cold from head to toe, and said in a trembling voice: "The head of the house still has lightning eyes, and he can see it at a glance, but I am still limited to a small place."
"Don't flatter me here. Remember, since ancient times, only those who have stepped out of the Conferred God giant are qualified to be called the top orthodoxy, and the Holy Dynasty cannot tolerate the top orthodoxy. The imperial power is unified, and the divine court is unified. This is the eternal power of the supreme power.
Gu Hengqiang’s truth!”
The blessed saint closed his indifferent eyes. The one hundred and eight giants of the gods in the world were given by the gods of the gods. The gods of the countryside and villages all over the world were given by the gods of all ethnic groups!
What is the Supreme Ancestral Court? It can represent the way of heaven!
The Divine Court is only limited to one realm. Only by standing in the Ancestral Court can one become a god. The Ancestral Court grants the god-conqueror the complete order and law of the origin world. This is equivalent to standing at the core of the world in order to develop the most terrifying growth.
And the gods canonized by the Divine Court are limited to one realm and have a growth limit.
"Um?"
The red sun was setting in the west, and the blessed saint suddenly opened his eyes.
The drowsy world shrouded in the setting sun is inexplicably silent, exuding suppressed fluctuations invisibly.
The blessed saint frowned, and the world suddenly changed. The ancient moonlight and stars fell one after another, forming a starry sky curtain that covered the holy mountain.
"What's going on?" The strong cultivator opened his Dharma eyes and scanned the surrounding areas. He felt that the world had changed and was being submerged by the galaxy. He felt a sense of panic that the whole world was silent.
"clank!"
The sound of the sword came, and the figure in white standing under the setting sun strode towards the Holy Mountain and said indifferently: "Sage Blessed, I heard that you are going to achieve the level of Holy Lord, why shouldn't I come and give you a ride?"