The eight-winged man looked at the strange city and the strange residents, and he couldn't accept it. His soul fluctuated violently, which directly caused the terrifying aura to be released, pouring down like a tide.
"boom--"
The residents in the city only felt an unparalleled and powerful force oppressing them, and 99% of the residents were immediately pressed to the ground, having difficulty breathing and trembling.
"what happened?"
"what happened?"
"Oh my god! This breath..."
All the residents were terrified, and the fear in their hearts was extremely high. Only a few powerful men at the level of saints were still standing there, looking at the sky with horrified faces, and then they saw the source of the momentum - the eight-winged man.
"he is……"
The eight-winged man also noticed them. As soon as he glanced at them, these few saints felt a terrifying power sweeping over them. Their bodies flew up into the air uncontrollably and appeared in front of the eight-winged man.
"Senior...Senior, spare...spare my life..."
The voices of the several saints trembled, and they were filled with fear. They did not understand that they had encountered a terrifying strong man. This kind of momentum, this terrifying strength that left them powerless to resist, besides the Holy King, could anyone else have such power?
who?
In other words, this strange eight-winged man in front of me is a holy king!
Holy King?
Oh my god!
When did the Holy Source Continent gain such a holy king?
"Tell me, where did the Eight-Winged Feathered Lion Clan go?"
The eight-winged man's face was livid, and his voice was fierce: "Whoever dares to deceive me, I will definitely kill him without a place to bury him, and he will be executed at Lingchi!"
"Eight...eight-winged lion clan?"
Several saints looked at a loss, as if they had never heard of this race. Only a very ancient saint seemed to have thought of something, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior... senior, wasn't the Eight-Winged Feathered Lion Clan extinct long ago?
?Why do you ask?"
"Extinct long ago?"
The eight-winged strong man's voice was choked, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "You said that the eight-winged feathered lion clan has been extinct long ago? So, do you mean that all my clan members are dead?"
"Yes...yes, senior, the Eight-Winged Feathered Lion Clan was wiped out...extinct more than twenty tribulations ago, and has been completely reduced to history!"
The ancient saint noticed something was wrong and his voice trembled.
"Extinct? My people...are extinct?"
The eight-winged man murmured to himself, with an uncontrollable aura of violence exuding from his body. Several saints were frightened, and their souls were suppressed to the extreme.
"Extinct? Hahahaha! Extinct!"
"My people are the only spiritual pillar that I have always clung to!"
"It's actually extinct! Hahahaha...ahhhhh..."
The eight-winged man looked up to the sky and roared, crying and laughing. Yellow wind blades shot out from his body. The wind blades were as dense as raindrops and were extremely sharp. Wherever they passed, the void was split.
The holy body was as fragile as paper and was easily cut into pieces.
The yellow wind blade continued to spread, spreading in all directions, and the city below was no exception. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," the buildings were chopped into pieces, and the residents were chopped into pieces.
Everything is chopped into pieces!
When the eight-winged man reacted, everything within a radius of hundreds of millions of kilometers was turned into powder, blood flowed, and corpses littered the fields, making it seem like a hell on earth.
"Everyone in my clan is dead, what's the point of living alone?"
The eight-winged man was in despair and murmured to himself: "No! There must be survivors! There must be survivors! Survivors..."
The word "survivor" seemed to carry infinite magic power. The eight-winged man was shaken all over, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes and renewed motivation in his body.
"Even if I search the Holy Source Continent, I will still find survivors!"
"It is impossible for our Eight-Winged Feathered Lion Clan to become extinct!"
…
Similar scenes occurred in various places in the Holy Source Continent.
Most of them are concentrated in Shengyuan State.
Pangu Holy Mountain, the daily office place of the ancestor of the Purple Lion.
"What did you say?"
"In just half a year, tens of thousands of cities were destroyed and billions of residents were bloodbathed? What happened? Tell me carefully!"
The Purple Lion Ancestor glared at a saint and asked angrily.
"Four Holy Lords, this is what happened!"
The Holy Lord did not dare to neglect, and immediately said: "There is news below that strong men with unknown origins have appeared in various places in Shengyuan State, wreaking havoc everywhere in Shengyuan State, burning, killing and looting at every turn, slaughtering cities and annihilating people, and even we are responsible for it.
More than a dozen of the saints who guarded various places were killed!"
"Is the news true?"
The ancestor of the Purple Lion glared and asked sternly.
“Absolutely true!”
The Holy Lord did not dare to neglect and answered quickly.
"Damn it! Who is so bold as to dare to kill people in our Pangu Holy Dynasty, massacre the city and exterminate the clan? Don't you want to live?"
The ancestor of the Purple Lion looked livid: "Have you investigated the origins of these people?"
"Sage Wuyun and the others have been sent out, they should be back soon!"
This Holy Lord Liandao, Holy Lord Wuyun understands the avenue of space, and it is most suitable to investigate the news. The long distance is nothing at his feet.
"No, something bad is going to happen!"
At this moment, a panicked voice sounded, and the Purple Lion Ancestor turned his head to look, and saw a holy saint covered in blood rushing in with a look of horror on his face.
"Holy Lord Wuyun, why are you in such a state?"
Seeing the person coming, the Purple Lion Ancestor and the Holy Lord were startled.
"Holy Lord, something bad has happened, there is big trouble!"
Holy Lord Wuyun didn't bother to wipe the blood on his body, and said anxiously: "They are all dead! They are all dead, and I am the only one who came back alive!"
Hearing this, the Holy Lord was shaken all over and said in disbelief: "What did you say? The 13 Holy Lords who went out with you to investigate the news are all dead?"
"All dead!"
Holy Lord Wuyun nodded repeatedly.
"What's going on?" Purple Lion Saint asked sharply.
"Holy Lord, the unknown powerful man who caused mass killings in the Holy Source State is the Holy King. They are all Holy Kings, all Holy Kings!"
Holy Lord Wuyun was extremely horrified: "58 people, without exception, are all Holy Kings!"
"fart!"
The Purple Lion Ancestor's face darkened: "There are only a few holy kings in the Holy Source Continent, how can there be so many holy kings? Holy Lord Wuyun, how dare you talk nonsense!"
"Holy Lord, even if you give me a hundred courages, I don't dare to talk nonsense!" Holy Lord Wuyun quickly explained: "They are too terrifying. Regardless of their aura or strength, they are definitely Holy Kings. This I
You can’t go wrong!”
"Holy Lord Wuyun, you still dare to quibble..."
The ancestor of the Purple Lion looked livid: "They are all holy kings? Then tell me, where did so many holy kings come from? Could it be that they appeared out of thin air?"
"They come from the Holy King's Cemetery!"
At this time, a cold voice sounded.
PS: In the morning, my three-and-a-half-year-old nephew was running towards the gate of the community with his schoolbag on his back. He suddenly fell down while running ahead.
I was about to run to help him, but he got up on his own and said angrily: "Why didn't you fall to death? If you fall to death, you don't have to go to kindergarten..."
I was stunned and speechless.
Yes, why don't I stay awake so that I don't have to be urged by you and my parents to find a partner? Alas, life is really difficult!