In a plane that can be killed by just one low-level god, there is an extra main god with a bunch of high-level gods and middle-level gods, completely bullying the small and relying on the strong to bully the weak.
However, the Golden Eagle King does not have any psychological burden. In fact, even if it is not because of the alliance leader, he will not take it seriously if the monks of the Eagle tribe casually destroy such a plane.
Only when you are strong enough can you stand confidently in all the worlds, and others will not look down upon you when they look at you.
In the jailer plane, it is obvious that he does not have such qualifications. If the Golden Eagle King had not been ordered by the alliance leader, he would have taken action long ago without knowing what kind of decision the alliance leader would make.
In half a day, the entire Shangfang plane was in a state of slaughter. The monks who had not arrived accounted for almost half, or a small half, but the number was also very large.
Some of these monks were self-righteous, or took themselves too seriously, and they paid the price with their lives for their petty thoughts.
Facing the monks under the command of the Golden Eagle King, they were unable to fight back at all. They were completely crushed without even a chance to apologize or beg for mercy.
Blood, boundless blood, and the corpses of monks in the holy realm piled up into mountain peaks, or into abyss, and some into rivers and oceans, adding a lot of scenery to the Shangfang plane.
The monks in the Shangfang plane were frightened by what they saw. In the eyes of the lower-level monks, the holy realm, the divine court realm, and even the demigods, who were invincible in the eyes of the lower-level monks, looked like murderers when facing these Yingren.
As simple as chicken.
Perhaps it is easier than killing a chicken. To describe it as crushing an ant to death may be a good choice.
The monks who had not yet broken through to the Holy Realm before and were still a little anxious now breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they had not broken through yet, otherwise it would be too miserable now.
According to the order of the Golden Eagle King, the monks who appeared outside the elite army of the Eagles were all very happy, but they were so weak.
Even the overlords of the five directions were breaking out in cold sweats at this time and had no way to control it. It was really scary.
There was no hesitation. Judging from the crispness of these people's actions, they didn't care at all. The lives of these people and the destruction of the Shangfang plane were probably nothing in their hearts!
One night passed, and when I woke up the next day, the entire Shangfang plane had also undergone great changes. The changes in the mountains and rivers were one thing. The death of a large number of masters above the Holy Realm made the heaven and earth spiritual energy filled a lot.
For low-level monks, if they can survive this wave of disaster, it is indeed a very good thing.
Of course, the premise is that these powerful men in front of them really have no intention of destroying the Shangfang plane. If they do, there is nothing anyone can do.
"From today on, the entire Shangfang plane must obey my orders. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy. All the original city lords or various high-level officials will be replaced by my subordinates. If they are not satisfied... we will
I will find a way to satisfy you!" The Golden Eagle King's voice spread throughout the Shangfang plane again, announcing his rule over the Shangfang plane.
The high-level monks are naturally in a state of mourning. It is difficult for their interests to be protected. The most important thing is that they are accustomed to living a high-ranking life. Now that they are suddenly kicked down, it is normal to feel uncomfortable.
"Honorable God, you have rashly dismissed us from our positions and deprived us of our identities. I am afraid that others in the Shangfang plane will not agree!" someone shouted in the crowd.
Immediately, many people greeted him, and even the five overlords couldn't help but nod. Since you want to rule here, you must cooperate with us. If everyone doesn't cooperate, how much effort will you spend?
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but feel a little confident. It seemed that I and others were not completely helpless.
"Who else thinks so, please stand up!"
The Golden Eagle King's voice emanated from somewhere in the city and reached everyone's ears. No matter who spoke to the group of people outside, he would not miss it.
"Honored God, it is true that the people and monks in the Shangfang plane have become accustomed to our management. If we change it rashly, it may cause some commotion. Why don't we leave us for now and figure it out later!"
Overlord Creton stood up and raised his hand towards the city.
Since someone has already stood up, then as the most awesome being in the entire Shangfang plane, he must stand up, not only to set an example, but also to boost morale for others.
"Very good, any more?"
As the Golden Eagle King spoke again, the other four overlords of the five directions also stood up and expressed their support for the eldest brother.
Among the remaining monks, those who felt that this matter seemed to be interesting, also came forward one after another. It was a choice based on interests, but there was nothing right or wrong.
"It seems that there is no more, and not everyone supports you!" The Golden Eagle King's voice had a touch of ridicule, but it also shocked this group of people and felt that something was wrong.
"Sir..." Crichton said quickly.
"Generals, listen to the order. All resistance and resistance encountered in the process of accepting power will be eliminated on the spot. What we want is the Shangfang plane. As for whether there is anyone here, it doesn't matter!" The last four words,
Golden Eagle King almost said every word from his teeth.
What's more, it's murderous and bloody.
"Sir, please spare my life..." The person who stood up regretted, and there were a lot of voices, and then there was no more.
The clear cry of an eagle sounded in the sky above people's heads, and then a huge shadow of a golden eagle appeared in the sky of the Shangfang plane, blocking out the sky and the sun.
The soul was in turmoil, and huge wings whipped up strong winds. The wind elements quickly gathered together and penetrated into everyone's body, completely blowing away the group of monks who stood up from head to tail, from skin to bone marrow.
The monks who had practiced for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years were blown away like sand figures one by one, and merged into the Shangfang plane with the strong wind, becoming an inseparable part.
People were dumbfounded as they watched all this happen. Even though they knew in their hearts that they were definitely no match for these aliens, they didn't know that the gap was so big.
The living person standing in front of him, in just that moment, turned into endless dust and flew away with the wind, leaving nothing behind. It was terrifying to imagine.
On the spot, some people fell to the ground and passed out, while others were so pissed that they collapsed on the ground and couldn't control themselves at all.
Very good, this is the effect we want. The Golden Eagle King is very satisfied with the current scene.