Qi Tian squatted half-crouched, and made a sweeping gesture with the Dinghai Divine Needle in his hand.
The space a few feet in front of him was already blank.
All the saints stepped back dozens of feet, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.
So strong!
This Qitian is so strong!
As a saint, no one can block his attack!
How could there be such a strong person in this world?
Bai Daolong's arms trembled slightly, and after just one hard blow with Qi Tian, the Tianguang Yunying Sword in his hand almost came out.
Until now, his arms are still shaking.
If he were fighting alone, he might have died in Qi Tian's hands just now.
But, he is not alone.
No matter how strong Qitian is, he can't even think of making a comeback today!
The stronger he is, the more he will die!
If such a powerful person does not die, they will all have trouble sleeping and eating in the future!
Bai Daolong glanced at Tian Xuandao and others, and they all clearly saw the meaning in each other's eyes.
Having killed so many people, they have already formed a big feud with Qi Tian.
In this case, the only option is to eradicate the root cause.
This Qi Tian must be killed!
Otherwise, no one can resist his revenge!
"Kill him!"
Bai Daolong, Tian Xuandao and others immediately dispersed and surrounded Qi Tian.
As for the remaining human races in the ancestral land, they only need to separate ten or eight sacred ones, which is enough to deal with them.
Now their biggest enemy is Qitian!
As long as Qi Tian dies, the overall situation will be decided!
At least twenty saints surrounded Qi Tian and launched the craziest attack on Qi Tian.
Qi Tian's face was expressionless, as if those who besieged him were not gods, but just a bunch of clowns.
"Rumble——"
Countless attacks that could destroy the world fell on him, and in an instant, his body was in pieces.
But the next moment, his body shone with light, and his damaged body was repaired again.
The pupils of the saints shrank, and their hearts were horrified.
As divine beings, each of them has incredible supernatural powers.
They can also recover after being injured.
But that refers to ordinary injuries.
Qi Tian's body had been maimed just now. If it were any other saint, he would have been completely dead long ago. How could he recover?
"Detachment! He is already detached!"
I don’t know which god shouted.
Immediately, all the sacred faces showed panic.
Transcendence has always been a sacred pursuit.
But over the years, no one other than the World Honored One has done it.
Is it possible that Qitian is transcendent?
"Don't scare yourself!"
Bai Daolong shouted, "If he was really transcendent, he would have killed us long ago.
Although he has some detached characteristics now, he is definitely not a real detached person!
He can be killed!"
"His strength is definitely not that of a transcendent one! If we do it together, we will definitely kill him!"
Tian Xuandao echoed.
"Kill!"
The saints also came to their senses. If Qi Tianzhen had the strength of the World Honored One, they would have been completely defeated long ago.
Although Qi Tian is strong, he is still far behind the World Honored One.
At least they can still hurt him!
Qitian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes were extremely sharp. He held the Dinghai Divine Needle and rushed left and right.
Although I am still persisting, I am no longer able to kill everyone.
Facing so many saints, it is not easy for him to persist until now.
Although his clay body is immortal, recovery requires strength.
Once his power is completely exhausted, he will truly turn into a pile of yellow sand. Only when his power is restored can he condense his body again.
He has almost reached his limit.
But he cannot fall. If he falls, the people of the ancestral land behind him will be completely defeated.
He is already the only human being in the ancestral land who can still fight.
Almost all the other saints have been killed in battle.
The few remaining Zhang Guoqings had almost lost their combat effectiveness. They leaned against the wall of Tongguan City and watched helplessly as the enemy got closer and closer.
"Before I fall, at least three of you must be buried with me."
Qi Tian said coldly.
He exudes cold murderous intent.
"Come!"
Taking a step forward, the Dinghai Divine Needle in Qi Tian's hand suddenly became as big as the sky and the earth. With his last strength, he swung it forward.
"Rumble——"
Bai Daolong, Tian Xuandao and others retreated one after another.
There were three saints, but they couldn't avoid it and were hit by the Dinghai Divine Needle.
They roared and tried to resist with all their strength.
But the power attached to the Dinghai Divine Needle was beyond their imagination, and they had almost no power to fight back. They were already crushed by that power.
And Qitian's figure also froze on the spot.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, his body slowly turned to stone, and then turned into yellow sand. When the strong wind blew, it dissipated into the air.
Emperor Shitian frowned, even Qitian died in the battle?
The human race of the ancestral land has no hope at all.
He looked back at Tongguan City. There were hundreds of thousands of ordinary people with low cultivation levels in Tongguan City.
They were all roaring and wanted to leave the city to fight.
If he hadn't sealed the city gate, these people would have gone out to die.
Emperor Shitian sighed, and turned to look outside the city.
Outside the city, Bai Daolong, Tian Xuandao and others were breathing heavily.
Unexpectedly, under such a disparity in strength, Qi Tian still killed three saints.
But fortunately, he was finally solved!
Once he dies, the human race in the ancestral land will be completely finished.
They looked up in the direction of Tongguan City.
No!
There is another person!
Their eyes fell on Emperor Shitian.
Emperor Shitian has just made a move, and his strength is very strong, perhaps not equal to that of the rest of the world.
But——
The eyes of all the saints swept across the battlefield.
On the battlefield, there are corpses of human warriors from the ancestral land everywhere.
The few remaining saints have all lost their fighting power. They are leaning on the walls of Tongguan City waiting to die. They are no longer worried.
What kind of trouble can the remaining strong man on the city make?
"Open the city gates, kneel down and surrender."
Bai Daolong took a step forward and shouted, "Since you have some strength, I can make the decision and give you a way out.
As long as you submit to us and draw a clear line between you and the people of your ancestral land, you can live.
If you resist stubbornly, the only thing waiting for you is death!"
Emperor Shitian slowly stood up straight. He looked at Bai Daolong and said in an indifferent voice without any fluctuation, "Bai Daolong, do you want me to bow to you?"
Emperor Shitian was once regarded as the sacred emperor, and the saints such as Bai Daolong were all his subordinates.
In fact, as long as he takes off his mask, he is still the Holy Emperor.
A detached person has never been deprived of his identity.
But I don’t know why, Emperor Shakti didn’t want to take off his mask.
He does not want to be the Holy Emperor today or in the future, he just wants to be the Emperor Shakti!
"I'm giving you a chance.
This is also your last chance.
Kneel down and you can live.
If you stand, you must die."
Bai Daolong said coldly.
Next to him, there are twenty or thirty saints lined up in a row.
With such strength, no matter how strong the opponent is, what can he do?
As strong as Qitian, under the siege of so many saints, wouldn't he die without a burial place?
"Haha——"
Emperor Shitian suddenly burst out laughing, "You are the first person who dares to make me kneel down, Bai Daolong.
I just don’t know if you can bear it if I kneel down!"
"I can't bear it?"
Bai Daolong said coldly, "What status do you have that I can't bear?"
"Stop talking nonsense."
Emperor Shitian said coldly, "I just said that outside Tongguan City, I don't care how you attack me.
But not inside Tongguan City.
While I am here, no one can even take a step into Tongguan City."
He stood on top of the city, and a powerful aura arose.
At the base of the city wall, Zhang Guoqing, Yu Yuanhai and other surviving saints were all secretly frightened. This person's aura was so strong.
"Zhang Guoqing, is this one of yours? Why is he unwilling to leave the city?
If he had just taken action, we might not have lost so miserably."
Yu Yuanhai coughed up a mouthful of blood and said.
These Tianzhen marshals made the temporary decision to join the human race.
I thought that with the bloody spirit shown by the people of the ancestral land, they could resist the opponent.
Unfortunately, ideals are never reality.
The difference in strength between the two sides is too great, and it is reasonable that the Ancestral Human Race will lose.
Yu Yuanhai can't say he regrets.
He just felt a little regretful.
I hope I will admit defeat. He is also a person who can afford to take things and let them go. If he is on the wrong team, he will die.
"I don't know."
Zhang Guoqing shook his head, he didn't know much about Emperor Shitian.
But it doesn’t matter, even if there is one more Emperor Shitian, it will not change the situation.
Now he only hopes that Zhou Shu will not act out of anger. If he notices what is going on here, it is best to get away in time.
With his strength, as long as he is willing to lie dormant, he can one day avenge his comrades who died in battle today.
Just because he was afraid, he impulsively chose to fight these gods to the death.
In that case, it would be really dangerous.
No matter how powerful Zhou Shu was, how could he defeat dozens of saints with one against a hundred?
"Pa bang bang——"
Seeing that Bai Daolong and others were about to launch an attack on Tongguan City, even Emperor Shitian was ready to take action.
Suddenly, applause sounded from the side.
I saw a group of people flying over from a distance.
The one applauding was none other than the leader, Fan Shichang!
Fan Shichang, with more than 20 Tianzhen marshals, finally arrived belatedly.
He also deliberately chose such a time.
He wanted to weaken Zhou Shu's power, but he didn't want the people of his ancestral land to die completely.
Now is the best opportunity.
The saints under Zhou Shu were almost completely dead, but there were countless weak ancestral tribes in the city, which Zhou Shu could not let go, and could be used to contain him.
"It's so cruel. You actually killed so many people."
Fan Shichang shook his head and said to Bai Daolong and others.
Bai Daolong and other sacred eyes narrowed slightly, with murderous intent flashing in their pupils.
"Marshal Zhentian?!"
They said in a cold voice.
Just when we were about to wipe out the human race in our ancestral land, these rats appeared again!
They looked at Fan Shichang. These heaven-suppressing marshals were similar in number to them, and their strength was all divine.
If it were normal times, they wouldn't be afraid.
But now, they have just gone through a fight, and the other party is recharging their energy. If they really do it, they will not have the advantage.
"I, Fan Shichang, if you know the truth, get out of here!"
Fan Shichang snorted coldly and said.
"Hmph, I don't care whether you are Fan Shichang or a loser. It's not your turn to take care of what I'm waiting for. If you don't want to die, just leave me alone!"
Bai Daolong and others also had a very bad temper and shouted coldly.
"Dare you scold me? Are you looking for death?"
Fan Shichang said coldly, "You think you can speak nonsense in front of me if you have the support of a transcendent person?
If I don’t give you some clues, you don’t know who I am!”
He took a step forward, and a powerful aura rose into the sky.
The Seven Killing Sword was unsheathed, and with a shocking flash of light, it slashed towards Bai Daolong.
"Boom——"
The Tianguang Yunying Sword in Bai Daolong's hand slashed out.
The light of the sword and the light of the sword collided together, making a loud noise.
Fan Shichang remained motionless, while Bai Daolong took a step back.
He was shocked and stared at Fan Shichang warily.
Damn it, Marshal Zhentian, what do you want to do when you suddenly jump out!
"Fan Shichang, are you sure you want to go against us?
If Marshal Zhentian does this, does Yang Zhitian agree?"
Bai Daolong shouted.
Fan Shichang narrowed his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed in his pupils.
He has already separated from Yang Zhitian.
What he hates most is when others mention Yang Zhitian in front of him.
The Tian Zhen Marshal is Fan Shichang’s Tian Zhen Marshal, not Yang Zhitian’s Tian Zhen Marshal!
"You are looking for death!"
Fan Shichang took another step forward, and the Seven Killing Sword transformed into a sword light that filled the sky, and attacked Bai Daolong.
"Take action!"
Bai Daolong shouted, and all the saints around him took action at the same time.
"More than people?"
Fan Shichang sneered, waved his hand, and all the Tianzhen Marshals behind him also came out.
For a while, the two sides actually started fighting.
Seeing this scene, Emperor Shitian was also surprised.
He had just been prepared for a fight to the death.
Speaking of which, even if he was once the Holy Emperor, he would not be able to defeat so many saints at the same time.
He can easily defeat any one of Bai Daolong and others, but with twenty or thirty, he really doesn't have that strength.
He didn't even know where he got this impulse. Obviously, he should stand with Bai Daolong and others.
But he has been the Holy Emperor all his life, and now, he wants to be the Emperor of Heaven.
The people of the ancestral land who went to death one after another touched him far more than what he had experienced in this life.
He just wants to do something regardless of the consequences.
As a result, the appearance of Fan Shichang and others interrupted his impulse.
"Brother, are they our reinforcements?"
Zhang Guoqing met Fan Shichang and others unexpectedly, and asked Yu Yuanhai and others in surprise.
"Do you think it looks like it?"
Yu Yuanhai smiled bitterly and said, "We have separated from Marshal Zhentian and have taken refuge with you.
Looking back, Fan Shichang will not spare us.
They came with bad intentions.
Fan Shichang wants to incorporate the people from his ancestral land.
Among the people of the ancestral land, the only one who is useful to him is City Master Zhou. You are all unstable factors. You should know what will happen to him."
Yu Yuanhai told Fan Shichang's plan in a few words.
Zhang Guoqing has been playing conspiracies all his life. Yu Yuanhai didn't need to say much to see through Fan Shichang's superficial and even vulgar scheme.
Yes, the divine power is too strong to be enslaved. It must be killed all of them.
By leaving some ordinary people from the ancestral land, we can control the city lord.
This Fan Shichang is really a good idea!
The problem is, although I can see through his plan, what can I do?
The people of the ancestral land have really been crippled.
With just a few saints like me left, whether Fan Shichang or Bai Daolong, they can easily destroy us.
Zhang Guoqing smiled bitterly.
"Rumble——"
Bai Daolong, Tian Xuandao and other saints retreated.
Fan Shichang and other Marshal Zhentian also gave up as soon as they saw the opportunity.
They were originally here to pick peaches, not to avenge the people of their ancestral land.
Naturally, there is no point in fighting the other party.
Just fight them off.
"How? Now you know who I am?"
Fan Shichang looked at Bai Daolong and said coldly.
On Bai Daolong's arm, there was a scar that was deep enough to show the bone, and blood was flowing out.
That's what Fan Shichang's Seven Killing Sword left behind.
After a few exchanges of moves, Bai Daolong was already injured. Fan Shichang was indeed much stronger than him.
"Get out of here before I change my mind."
Fan Shichang said coldly, "Otherwise, I don't mind leaving all of you trash here!"
"Who are you calling a waste?"
Bai Daolong said coldly.
"You really want me to name you?"
Fan Shichang said disdainfully, "To say you are trash is to flatter you!
A group of saints ended up like this, what are they if they aren’t trash?"
There are dozens of holy beings. The number of holy beings alone is more than double that of the opponent.
As a result, so many sacred beings were killed by the opponent. The key is, there were still several alive ones left.
Fan Shichang had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, and calling them trash was an understatement!
"Do you really think your Tianzhen Marshal is stronger than us?"
Bai Daolong was so angry that he stared at Fan Shichang and said coldly, "It's not certain who will win if we really fight!"
Although they consume a lot of money, Marshal Zhentian is not much stronger than them.
If they really fight, at best both sides will be injured, but they may not lose!
"Hmph, don't be so shameless.
If you make me angry, you will all die here!"
Fan Shichang said with murderous intent. "If the Holy Emperor is here, he still has the qualifications to say a few words to me, but you are still far behind!
Get out, or I'll kill you!"
The Seven Killing Sword in his hand cut out a ray of light and fell to the ground, cutting out a ravine hundreds of feet long.
"If I hadn't spent too much today, do you think you could win me?"
Bai Daolong said with a gloomy face, "Just wait for me, I will be back.
When I come back, you will be dead!"
He didn't want to fight Fan Shichang, since the humans in the ancestral land were almost killed anyway, so he would just wait until they fully recovered before making another trip.
As for whether it would be embarrassing to retreat now——
Anyway, these Tianzhen marshals will die sooner or later, what’s the shame?
The person who laughs last is the person who laughs best!
You have to take your fist back in order to punch it out stronger.
Bai Daolong, he needs to take his people and retreat temporarily.
At this moment, suddenly, the sky suddenly darkened and there was a thunderbolt.