Chu Yue eliminated the Martial Gods of the Nangong clan, then changed direction and went to the Star Rank Yiren pile!
Thousands of martial gods at the top of the martial arts, fighting against star-level aliens, sparks flew.
Among them, some of the Martial Gods went to those traitorous hidden clans.
The ancestor of the Leng family has flowing white hair, his body is as white as a corpse, and the whiteness of his skin still reveals the cyan color from having been dead for many years.
Leng Rugang and everyone in the Leng family were trembling with fear on their faces.
"Eh!"
The ancestor let out a long sigh, and everything he saw was extremely disappointing.
The disappointment of hating iron for not being able to become steel is even more unbearable than the pain of being shattered into pieces.
"Back then, my clan, the Leng clan, originated from the northern part of the imperial territory. In the early days, we lived in humble circumstances in the dark night. Our disciples endured hardships and worked hard without complaining. But when we were prosperous, we encountered troubled times. Before we could enjoy the blessings, we rushed to the battlefield, fought against the void, and survived nine deaths.
The living should live on forever, not forgetting the sufferings of their ancestors, not forgetting the hatred of history, but they never thought that the only living person had hidden in the world for 90,000 years, becoming a lackey of the void, enslaved by Wei Meng."
"Such a Leng clan... was brought out by Old Man back then, and now it must be destroyed by Old Man himself."
The ancestor sighed again, his body was like light, his palms shot out, and a huge palm-shaped light and shadow fell from the sky.
There is a kind of suppression called bloodline suppression.
The ancestor of the Leng family, against others, may only be able to deal with a person in the Martial God realm.
But after he died, he awakened again. It would be easy to destroy his family.
The big palm of light, like a collapsed sky, had an endless sense of oppression and suffocation, slowly descending from the sky.
The big palm immediately turned red and slowly grasped all the descendants of the Leng family.
Leng Rugang's face was as pale as paper, and he shouted in fear: "Ancestor, I was wrong. I really know that I was wrong. Please, please, let me go."
When he killed Shen Jingchang and others, a hidden powerhouse in the temple, he showed no mercy.
The ancestor of the Leng family looked at Leng Rugang's bloody hands with disappointment.
A corpse can be seen more clearly than a living person.
He saw the color of blood on Leng Rugang's hand that others could not see.
That is……
The color of sin.
It is a symbol of sin.
The members of the Leng family who were imprisoned in the palm of their hands no longer had the arrogance they had before. They were all as weak as straw under the threat of death, screaming in fear:
"Ancestor, we were really wrong. Please let us go. We will never dare to do it again."
"We are just trying to survive. Grandpa, how can you be so cruel that you deny all your relatives and treat her, Ye Chuyue, an outsider, better than us?"
"You are our ancestors and you should protect us. How can you kill us and kill your closest relatives? Aren't you afraid of going to hell after death?"
"Ancestor, give your descendants one last chance. I swear, I promise, I will never do anything like what I did today again."
"..."
"Eh……"
The ancestor of the Leng family sighed again.
The big palms gradually clenched tightly.
On his hands, terrible fireworks lit up.
The flame is hot.
Grind firmly with your palms.
Everyone in the Leng family, including Leng Rugang, burst like inflated balloons being crushed alive.
The descendants of the Leng family all turned into blood and flowed down like a waterfall from their ancestor's big palm.
The huge palm slowly disappeared.
The ancestor of the Leng family fought against a star-level stranger.
Zhuge Feng was shocked by the death of the Leng family.
But at the top of the martial arts peak, Zhuge's female ancestor slowly stood up.
At the top of the martial arts world, a name called "Zhuge Baoguo" disappeared.
The female ancestor's stiff hands seemed to rise mechanically, and she took off the long bow from her back.
Ninety thousand years ago, her bow pointed towards the evil ghost in the void.
Ninety thousand years later, her arrows were aimed at the descendants of her clan.
"No..." Zhuge Feng shook his head crazily.
He even led hundreds of people from the Zhuge clan to kneel down and kowtow together, and the speed of kowtowing was faster and faster than pounding garlic.
"Forgive me, junior, forgive me...forgive us..."
The sound of kowtowing seemed to accompany Zhuge Feng's words.
"prick!"
"call out!"
A cloud-piercing arrow pierced Zhuge Feng's eyebrows.
"How dare you treat my lord the Ghost Emperor like this?"
Zhuge's female ancestor only said this and then stiffly pulled out the second arrow.
The arrow instantly split into hundreds of arrows and penetrated the Zhuge tribe.
The female ancestor closed her eyes and sighed: "Traitors to the country are just dog thieves and are unworthy of being our descendants. Zhuge Baoguo, at the top of the martial arts, cleans up the family and eliminates evil obstacles! The Leng clan has no descendants, and there are no more dog thieves. This is why.
A great joy should be celebrated by the whole world."
Absolutely, great joy.
She said these words like a madman so calmly.
Subsequently, more than a dozen members of the hidden clan were eliminated by the ancestors.
Their deaths made the warriors who had lost hope in the Imperial Territory extremely excited.
From the perspective of the battlefield, return to thousands of strangers.
Chu Yue flew by with lightning speed and eliminated several star-level strangers.
She crushed the alien's ghost beast inner elixir with one hand and looked sideways at Wei Meng.
Wei Meng, as the strongest person in Dawn City, did not join this battle, which is really strange.
Moreover, the ghosts, beasts and aliens that appear in Dawn City are all from the middle class and above, and there is no one below the middle class.
In addition, Chu Yue was also confused. These ghosts and strange beasts were like "composites" like aliens, rather than real strange beasts under the void!
The real strange beasts should be similar to those described in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
In the last battle of Dongli in Shenwu Chang'an, Chu Yue also saw the strange beasts in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
But this time, I didn't see any of them.
While Chu Yue was thinking, he cut off the star-level alien's head with a knife, pointed the blade downward, and split the ghost beast's inner elixir.
The green fire of the Martial God, the wind-scorched flame, burns the inner elixir of the ghost beast into its essential form.
People walking up the Thunder Road like mountains and seas are all rushing to the battlefield desperately.
At this moment, no one noticed that a small figure climbed to the heights of Thunder Road.
She was panting and wiped her sweat against the bloody wind.
The little girl has a pair of deer-like eyes, full of clear aura.
She rested for a while and then continued to climb the Thunder Road like all ordinary warriors.
…
The battlefield in the sky is filled with flames of war.
Every awakened Martial God, when fighting a star-level alien, directly took out the inner elixir of the ghost beast and swallowed it in his belly.
Then together with this ghost beast's inner elixir, it will spontaneously ignite.
The warrior gods set themselves on fire and disappeared.
Before disappearing, Huo Zhong was smiling.
"It's great that I can fight with my master again."
"Sir, the road to martial arts is long and long. It's like climbing to the sky or trying to catch a tiger. You have to search for it up and down. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."
"Palace Master, live a more relaxed and comfortable life in the future, give birth to one hundred and eight children and enjoy a happy life."
"Fuck you, what are you talking about? It would be a pity for this martial arts without my ghost master on the road to martial arts."
"Ghost Emperor, don't be obsessed with the Sword Emperor. Why don't you go find some fair-faced young men to make the Seventy-Two Concubines of the Three Palaces and Sixth Ward?"
"Goodbye, my ghost master."
"Bye now."
"Bye now."
Goodbye, forever.
The top martial arts hero burned his last "corpse" for this continent.
The remaining souls of the five hundred warrior gods in the first palace perished together with the evil spirit army.
The battlefield has returned to calm.
Chu Yue's hot tears and tears in her heart did not stop because of this.