No imperial clan agreed to stay on Siyuan Star to fight against the ghosts.
This is obviously an act of seeking death.
The imperial soldiers can indeed delay for a while, but can they last a lifetime?
Besides, there are twelve ancestral kings in the Twelve Jedi, so naturally they also have twelve imperial weapons. If they really want to fight, they may not suffer in terms of emperor-level power.
Therefore, it is the right thing to give up Siyuan Star decisively and go far away.
Ling Han pondered for a moment and said, "If these skeleton holy soldiers attack your ancestral land, what choice will you make?"
This sentence immediately silenced everyone.
Do they have the heart to abandon their ancestral land and flee with only a limited number of people?
Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you.
Ling Han glanced at the saints and replied: "The invasion of the underworld cannot be stopped. If we run away as soon as they attack, one day we will have no place to stand!"
"Everyone, can the speed at which you push away from the ancestral land compare with the attack pace of the Skeleton Holy Soldiers?"
The saints became even more silent, and all of them had solemn expressions.
The advancement of the underworld front is indeed not fast, which is limited by the suppression of heaven and earth. However, the Skeleton Holy Soldiers can attack alone. When hundreds of warriors come together, which imperial family can withstand it?
Now it’s Siyuan Star. What if it’s the Ziwei Imperial Clan, the Donglin Imperial Clan or the Peacock Imperial Clan next?
If several pieces of imperial weapons are bombarded together, it is guaranteed that the imperial formation can be blasted away. When the time comes, the skeleton holy soldiers will march straight in and no one will be killed?
"So, we must have the courage to fight to the last resort!" Ling Han said.
"Fight!" Brother Monkey raised the iron rod, his eyes were shining with divine light, and he was already full of fighting spirit.
"Fight!" the young emperors also said one after another.
Although the veteran saints still have hesitation in their hearts, they are now dead. If the Siyuan Star is destroyed, then it may be the turn of their ancestral star.
Moreover, if they don't help Ling Han, how can Ling Han help them?
"Okay, let's fight!" All the saints nodded.
They really have no way out, they are incompatible with the underworld, and there is no way they can compromise or coexist, so they can only fight.
Now that they had made up their mind, the saints calmed down and waited quietly.
The next battle might be a disaster.
But in the face of such a war between the two worlds, how could the Holy Death be avoided?
No one can be alone.
One day, two days, three days, suddenly, the air became extremely oppressive.
brush!
An attack came over suddenly. It was a sword light, thousands of miles long, entwined with the eight-star rule, and slashed across.
"snort!"
Brother Monkey attacked, waving his stick and facing the sword light.
Bang, with one blow, the sword light was instantly extinguished.
"He Fangxiao is so young!" Brother Monkey put the stick on his shoulder with a stern look on his face.
"Descendant of the Dou Zhan Holy Emperor." In the starry sky, a person walked out, very casually, as if he was walking in his own back garden.
This is a young man, with fluttering white clothes and an aura of being out of the world.
"Who are you?" Brother Monkey asked.
"The son of the Great Emperor of the Three Qing Dynasties, Li Dangping." The young man said calmly. He was obviously sharp but seemed to have no anger at all, which seemed extremely contradictory.
The Three Qing Emperors!
Below, all the saints can hear clearly that the identity of another master of the twelve Jedi has been revealed.
However, now you know whether your identity actually has no influence. Anyway, these twelve must all be great emperors. They have suppressed an era, and every one of them was an invincible emperor.
Thinking of this, all the saints trembled. How should they block such an enemy? Do they have any chance of winning?
"Come fight!" Brother Monkey waved his stick and killed Li Dangping.
Now Brother Monkey has successfully advanced to three stars, and when he swings out his stick, he has overwhelming power.
boom!
Li Dangping swept his sword across, blocked Brother Monkey's attack, and then counterattacked strongly. With just a few moves, he had the upper hand.
"Monkey, you are not the emperor's son, how can your qualifications compare with mine?" Li Dang said calmly. He had also reached three stars in cultivation, but his combat power was enough to crush Brother Monkey to three levels.
There is no way, the emperor’s own son!
Brother Monkey doesn't care at all, it doesn't matter if your fighting power is stronger than mine, I will beat you!
Boom, Brother Monkey's body exudes endless violence. This is fighting spirit and fighting spirit. It actually forcibly increased his combat power and gradually regained his disadvantage.
this!
Ling Han looked at it and frowned.
As expected, the Douzhan lineage are all born to be fighting madmen. However, although Brother Monkey is now domineering, it is at the expense of consuming the source of life. This means that Brother Monkey's lifespan is far from reaching the theoretical one million of saints.
Year.
Even if he fights for the Holy Emperor for a lifetime, it will consume too much and he will not be able to live out his second life. He will go to the edge of the universe very early.
This kind of blood has been imprinted deep in the body of this clan, and it is impossible to change it.
However, Ling Han did not stop it.
This is Brother Monkey's choice. If he forcibly stops it, it would be disrespectful to Brother Monkey.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get angry.
If not for the invasion of the underworld, would Brother Monkey be forced to fight in such a bloody manner?
Whoosh, whoosh, in the starry sky, powerful auras appeared. They were the emperor's sons of the Twelve Jedi.
Shi Gang, Di Wuji, Zhang Yu, Lu Xun, etc., all of them stand proudly in the starry sky, exuding domineering aura.
The Emperor's own son is certainly extraordinary.
Ling Han was so angry that he immediately roared and killed him alone.
"Ling Han, you are too crazy!" Di Wuji said coldly, punching out, turning into a ten thousand feet long silver wolf, and rushed towards Ling Han.
"Get out!" Ling Han shouted loudly, and bang, the silver wolf was exploded.
What!
Di Wuji was shocked. Is Ling Han really as powerful as the legend says? He is so strong that he can only look up to him?
How is this possible?
Boom, Ling Han had already used his iron fist to attack, bringing his nameless rage with him.
Bang!
Yang Yihuan, He Luo, Tong Ming and other emperors sacrificed their sacred weapons at the same time, and jointly attacked Ling Han. However, with a burst of punch, these emperors were all knocked away, like a goddess scattering flowers.
This made all the emperors and sons shiver. They were all powerful and outstanding kings back then, and their talents could almost match those of their fathers. If only one person could become emperor in an era, they might not have the possibility of becoming emperor.
Now they are traveling across endless years to become emperors in this life, and they also think that they are powerful enough to defeat any so-called king. However, with more than ten people joining forces, they are not the enemy of Ling Han with one punch!
"What a terrifying opponent!" said a young man in black. He smiled faintly, "I am the third son of the Sifang Emperor, Chang Ting Jian."
Although the Chang family controls the Star Network, it is very mysterious. No one knows where their ancestral land is.
Ling Han stared at Chang Tingjian and frowned: "Eight-star saint!"
He is not afraid of the opponent's strength, but because his cultivation level is too high and he is close to the peak of a saint. So, what if the opponent is allowed to take the lead and achieve the throne?