Ling Tian did not stop the actions of Yan Liang and others.
Di Luan and other powerful members of the giant beast clan in the Desolate Realm have long since fled without a trace.
With the speed of Yan Liang and others, it is impossible to catch up.
The remaining human warriors in the desolate world have lost their fighting spirit.
Faced with the pursuit of Yan Liang and others, he could only die by being slaughtered.
How many people can escape alive in the end depends on their luck.
Juan? Carrying Ling Tian on his back, he arrived at Gong Hen's side immediately.
"Senior Brother Gong Hen!"
Ling Tian helped Gong Hen up from the ground and quickly injected life force into his body.
Although his injuries were equally serious, they were not life-threatening.
The condition of the uterine scar is obviously worse than his, and she needs more life force.
"I'm fine."
Gong Hen enjoyed the power of life for a moment and uttered a weak voice.
Ling Tian remembered what had just happened to Gong Hen and asked Gong Hen curiously, "Senior Brother Gong Hen, what was your situation just now?"
"nothing."
Gong Hen smiled bitterly, but he didn't quite understand, "During the previous fight, I was lucky enough to enter the Dacheng Emperor realm. Somehow, the blood in my body started to riot, and it got out of control until I killed Pu Dan. This
It took a while for the rioting force to subside, draining my strength and causing me to be extremely weak."
"Bloodline?"
Ling Tian was thoughtful when he heard the words and seemed to understand a little.
The power of blood can be passed down.
After cultivating to become a saint, a strong person in the holy realm can condense his own bloodline.
Gong Hen's cultivation reached the realm of the Great Emperor, and he unexpectedly gathered the power of a strange bloodline.
Perhaps, his violent bloodline can be called the bloodline of the God of Killing.
If Gong Hen has any heirs in the future, he can pass on the bloodline of the God of Death.
However, Gong Hen was obviously unable to suppress this bloodline of the God of Death.
Once activated, you can only wait until your strength is exhausted.
Only when it is exhausted can it calm down.
Before the power is exhausted, Gong Hen's consciousness will become extremely unstable.
You need to keep killing and fighting to keep your consciousness awake.
Fortunately, when Gonghen gathered the bloodline of the God of Death, it was the time when the Martial Alliance was fighting against the Desolate World.
If this had happened at any other time, there is no telling what kind of disaster it would have caused.
Maybe it will turn Gong Hen into a killing machine, killing everyone.
"Senior brother Gong Hen should use this blood less in the future."
Ling Tian thought that Gong Hen couldn't control his blood, and suggested with a wry smile.
Gong Hen, who is at the level of the Great Emperor, has the power to suppress and even kill the first-class peak emperors after activating the Bloodline of the Killing God. This shows how terrifying the Blood of the Killing God is.
But the uncontrollable bloodline of the God of Death is undoubtedly a double-edged sword.
If you can not use it, just don't use it to avoid disaster.
"I see."
Gong Hen knew the shortcomings of the Killing God's bloodline better than Ling Tian, so he nodded without saying anything more.
After that, with Ling Tian's support, he sat down behind Juan to rest.
After a while, the people from the Martial Alliance who were chasing the powerful man from the Desolate Realm returned one after another.
The fighting spirit on their bodies has gradually dissipated, but there is no joy on their faces.
In this battle, the Martial Alliance paid a high price...
Many friends who had fought side by side in the past lost their lives in this battle.
Even their leader paid his life for this.
"Juan?!"
Seeing that everyone was in a heavy mood, Ling Tian motioned to Juan...
Jun? Knowing Ling Tian's intention, he changed his body shape enough for the remaining twenty-eight people to sit on his back.
After all, after experiencing a war, everyone
Everyone is very tired and needs enough time to rest.
Although Juan was equally tired, he still had no problem flying everyone back to Diqi City.
"Brother Wu Dao!"
Ling Tian stood behind Juan? and shouted to Feng Wudao.
Before Wu Po died, he handed over Wu Meng to Feng Wudao.
Even if Feng Wudao is not the leader of the Martial Alliance, he can still be regarded as the leader of the Martial Alliance for the time being.
At this time, Ling Tian would not take the lead and make any decisions for Feng Wudao.
"Everyone, let's go back to Diqi City first!"
Feng Wudao understood Ling Tian's meaning from Ling Tian's eyes.
After greeting the remaining members of the Martial Alliance, he jumped up behind Juan. ??
Seeing this, the rest of the Wu League took steps one after another.
When everyone came together, Juan's back was on his back, and then he flapped his wings and flew away.
The strong men from the Desolate Realm of Diqi City fought against the Martial Alliance, and the battle was brutal.
Combined, more than 400 strong men were killed on both sides.
But this was an out-of-bounds battlefield, and not a single body was left behind.
All the precepts these strong men had during their lifetimes also disappeared.
What the surviving members of the Martial Alliance gained from the battle just now was the source of heavenly power.
Ling Tian killed many powerful people in the Desolate Realm, including peak emperors like Pu Zhen.
Now the amount of Heavenly Power he possesses has exceeded 400 drops.
Gong Hen, Ye Liuyun, and Luo Junlin also killed many powerful people from the Desolate Realm, and the amount of Heavenly Power in their hands also reached hundreds.
But because Juan often assisted Ling Tian during this period, he didn't kill many powerful people in the Desolate Realm. He still only has about seventy drops of the source of heavenly power he possesses now.
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Di Luan took the remaining strong men from the Desolate Realm and fled towards Diying City.
On this journey, even though they were exhausted, they still did not dare to
There is no pause.
Ninety percent of Diying City's desolate realm experts were dispatched this time.
In the end, only a few dozen people were able to return alive.
These people returned alive. If we include those who stayed in Diying City before, there are still hundreds of powerful people from the desolate world in Diying City.
Di Luan was obviously very unwilling to accept this disastrous defeat and could not swallow his bad breath.
Now that several peak emperors have fallen, he can be regarded as the leader of the powerful in the desolate world of Diying City.
He wants to take revenge, reorganize his forces, and recruit more powerful men from the desolate world to live in Diying City.
However, with his appeal, it would be difficult to call many powerful people from the Desolate Realm to stay in Diying City in a short period of time, especially those powerful people from the Desolate Realm. It is estimated that few would pay attention to him.
At this time, outside Diying City.
A young man in white clothes hovers in the air.
With a smile on his face, he looked into the void, as if he was welcoming something.
Emperor Luan returned with his troops and saw someone outside Diying City, and he immediately became vigilant.
"Who are you?"
A moment later, Emperor Luan approached Diying City and looked up and down at the young man in white.
He didn't know the young man in white, but he was certain that he was not from the Wu League.
"It doesn't matter who I am!"
The young man in white smiled at Di Luan and said calmly, "The important thing is that I can help you get revenge!"
"Are you from the Cambrian Realm?"
Di Luan noticed the three Cambrian marks on the neck of the young man in white, and his expression suddenly changed.
The three Cambrian marks not only represent that the young man in white is the same as Ling Tian, a warrior in the Cambrian realm, but also represent that the other person is the Great Emperor Dacheng.
"yes!"
The young man in white did not deny it. He glanced behind Di Luan and said with a smile, "More than four hundred people left Diying City, but now only a few hundred thousand have returned. You have suffered a terrible defeat?"