This was a crazy killing. Compared with the people of the Wu Clan who had lacked medicine for fifteen years and were even more confused and didn't know where they would be in the future, every one of the Dishe Bat Saint Clan was extremely powerful.
In the past fifteen years, the people of the Wu Clan have been resisting and killed too many people. Most of the strong men have fallen. Now, apart from the young and old, the remaining ones have very little strength.
In addition, the loss of will has made the people of the Witch Clan fear the race in the Nine Yin Realm from the bottom of their hearts. Especially this time, the Golden Thread Clan has appeared in the Bat Saint Clan. This has happened in the past fifteen years.
This is the second time in many years, but it is obvious that the people of the Golden Thread Tribe this time are much stronger than they were ten years ago.
Nangong Hen's words and actions could stir up the blood of the Wu clan for a moment, but as the killings unfolded, this so-called passion could not last much longer.
With screams and screams, facing the tall Bat Saints, the Witch Clan often showed a feeble resistance. Even if they struggled, the Bat Saints had bodies comparable to those of the barbarians and had the ability to transcend.
Thanks to the magical power of the Wu Clan and their large numbers, this battle was nothing but tragic for the Wu Clan.
Especially the dozen or so Purple Line members of the Bat Saint Clan. Each of them has a cultivation level equivalent to that of the Queen Witch of the Witch Clan, and has a body comparable to that of a strong barbarian soul. Wherever they go, they smile cruelly.
The sound echoed, and the bodies of all the witch clans who stood in front of them were torn apart by them.
They didn't use any magical powers at all. Those strong hands could replace everything. The heads were separated, the limbs were separated, and the blood and flesh were scattered, becoming an eternal scene in the sky.
Nangong Hen spurted out a mouthful of blood, roared, and the spear passed through the eyebrows of a Bat Saint tribesman. He raised his left hand and waved, and immediately a large amount of death energy condensed and formed a sheet outside his body.
The whirlpool, many dead souls appeared from the whirlpool, and went straight to all directions.
He is a psychic, but even as a psychic, even if the psychic witches mostly sympathize with the dead and are indifferent to the living, this is different for Nangong Hen. The psychic witches cannot suppress his bold nature.
This is also a key reason why he has never been able to become a witch.
Behind him, the number of Wu clan members was getting smaller and smaller as they continued to die. As the roaring sounds of self-destruction echoed, the fighting reached its peak.
Those who self-destructed were the old men of the Witch Clan. Their destruction before death inspired all the people of the Witch Clan.
"Fight, then die!" Nangong Hen yelled.
"Fight for yourself, fight for our clan, change your destiny in the killing field, and win a future in the crazy field!" All the witch clans were red-eyed at this moment. Facing the bat saint clan, a
If you can't beat them, then two, if two are not enough, then three!
But despite this, when the number of the Bat Saint Clan was no less than that of the Wu Clan, the deaths of the Wu Clan continued to increase, blood filled the air, and shrill screams swirled around. On the right side of Nangong Hen, he saw with his own eyes
I saw a tribesman whose head was torn off by a human being, and blood spurted out, with so many drops falling on his face.
In a short period of contact, out of the more than 500 people from the Wu Clan, less than 300 were left. They could no longer move forward. Instead, they were pressed back by the bat saints coming from above, and began to retreat step by step.
, until he retreated to the protective light curtain.
Nangong Hen felt despair in his heart. He watched his clan members die one by one, watched the faces he had been familiar with for fifteen years shattered, and watched all of this, but he was powerless to change it.
But when they retreated to the protective light curtain, suddenly, the palm of a giant dog appeared from the sky, and headed straight for Nangong Hen and the witch clan at an astonishing speed.
Looking from a distance, this palm is extremely huge, hundreds of feet long. When he presses down, there is a roaring sound from the eyes. Above the palm, the right hand of the bat saint tribesman with the golden thread between his eyebrows is raised.
, pressed slowly, the corner of his mouth revealed sarcasm and disdain. In his opinion, foreigners are too weak to be attacked!
Nangong Hen roared, veins bulging on his face, and all the tribesmen behind him frantically used all their strength to resist this huge palm!
If they can't resist, their death will be the next best thing. I'm afraid it will be difficult to hold on to this protective light curtain. Once the light curtain breaks, the children in the valley and the injured tribesmen will face a battle without any resistance.
massacre!
Seeing that the roar of the palm was less than fifty feet away from them, at this moment, an old roar came from the valley, and a white-haired old man with a pale face rushed out of the valley.
When he came out, his speed was so fast that he penetrated the light curtain in a blink of an eye and passed Nangong Hen and others. Above them, a man faced the huge pressed palm, raised his right hand, made a fist and struck hard.
out.
"Senior Tiemu!!"
"It's Senior Tiemu!!" Exciting shouts emanated from the crowd. This old man was Tiemu who was injured in the last war and was unable to recover and was in a coma!
When the whole valley was facing such a crisis, he woke up and rushed out regardless of his own safety. The moment his fist touched the huge palm, Tiemu spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body exploded with blood mist.
People are like kites with broken strings, and they wind up and fly away.
"Is this the strongest power of the foreign races here? They are so weak and vulnerable... All foreigners deserve to die!" A cold voice came from the sky, and the surrounding Bat Saint tribe members were floating in all directions.
, with a look full of ridicule, most of the dozen or so Purple Line clansmen sneered, looking at the scene below.
The person who said these words was the person with the golden thread who spread out this huge palm at the highest point in the sky.
Nangong Hen was desperate. He stepped forward and immediately supported Tiemu. Tiemu's face was bloodless and his eyes were closed tightly. He was already seriously injured, but now he was hit hard again by the forceful attack. His life was hanging by a thread at this moment.
The huge palm came with a roar, and just when it was about to touch Nangong Hen and others, Nangong Hen let out a low roar, and all the Wu clan entered the light curtain, watching the palm touch the light curtain instantly.
, with an earth-shattering roar, the light curtain exploded and turned into countless fragments, rolling back and scattering in all directions.
The entire valley, at this moment, has no protection whatsoever!
The huge palm did not disperse after the light curtain collapsed. Instead, it violently pressed towards the people of the Witch Clan in the valley in a way that wiped out everything!
The mountain peak shattered, and a large amount of gravel fell off and turned into dust. Because the earth could not withstand the force of this palm, cracks appeared, and it seemed that it was about to collapse.
In the formation inside the valley, there were no corpses, only layers of fly ash. At that moment, all the people here turned into dust as the formation collapsed.
In a trembling cave, as the gravel fell off, the children hugged their mother tightly in fear, closed their eyes, and waited for death to come.
Nangong Hen smiled miserably and looked up at the palm, his expression showing despair.
"The future is there... Let's end it like this...,."
At this moment, the indifferent words of the Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan are still echoing in all directions, and the contemptuous meaning is clearly revealed.
"...All foreigners should die!"
But at this moment, at this moment when the cold voice echoed, at that moment when the huge palm was less than thirty feet away from Nangong Hen and others, at this moment everyone was already in despair!
An equally indifferent voice suddenly boomed like thunder between heaven and earth with a momentum that overwhelmed the man with the golden thread.
"I...this is the first word of this voice. When this word came out, all the bat saints in the sky felt a strong wind roaring from a distance. This wind
It was so strong, like the roar of the sky, that their bodies were rolled apart uncontrollably.
"Also...this is the second word. When the first word came, it felt like it was still far away, but when the second word appeared, it felt like it was right next to the ear.
It boomed like thunder, causing the hearts and minds of all the Bat Saints who heard it to roar at the same time.
A golden light appeared in the valley at an indescribable speed. Under the huge pressed palm, the golden light turned into a figure. You could not see clearly. You could only see that he raised his right hand.
He stretched out a finger, seemingly casually, and touched the huge palm.
"Yes...this is the third word. Calmness gives people the feeling that it contains some kind of rules of heaven and earth, replacing the sounds all around!
This figure was very small compared to the palm, but the moment his fingers touched the huge palm, a shocking roar and violent whirling sound spread hundreds of miles around, and there was an impact towards the
Spreading in all directions, like a strong wind howling, like a raging wave sweeping across.
The huge palm, under the roar, trembled, shattered inch by inch, and finally exploded suddenly, turning into a shock that flew straight into the sky and rolled away.
"...foreigners!" This was the sentence, the last two words, slowly spoken by the figure when the palm collapsed and rolled back.
The wind was howling all around the village. The figure stood in the air, with long hair fluttering, and a white dress like snow. He had a handsome face, a diamond-shaped mark between his eyebrows, and a small snake on his shoulder with its head raised and spitting out its core. He stood there,
Attracted everyone's attention!
This man's eyes were so profound that they seemed to encompass the entire sky. His body emitted a golden light. This golden light emanated from various positions on his body, making him look like he was wearing a layer of golden armor!
In addition to the depth of his eyes, there is also a feeling of horror. Whenever the people of the Bat Saint Clan come into contact with his eyes, their minds are pounding, as if they have a physical sensation after just one glance at him.
Feeling of collapse.
This is a kind of power, a power that exceeds all the powers here!
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