Beastmaster of the Ages

The fight has not really started yet on the side of Emperor Ye Tian's Mansion, so at this moment the heartstrings of the entire Emperor Xu are all tied to the side of Emperor An Tian's Mansion, and to the 1.5 million soldiers of the An tribe!

When the King of the Right Tomb read out the name of his son-in-law An Luan, the shadow of the most despair fell over the heads of all the blood relatives of the An clan. At that moment, all their beliefs seemed to be torn to pieces.

"Anluan!"

When the King of the Right Tomb saw the deathly silence in the audience, the corner of his mouth curled up, his face looked cold and laughing wildly. He raised his voice several times and said again: "Will the future emperor of the An clan still not close the Antian Emperor Dragon? The future wealth and glory of the An clan will all depend on it. On your hands!"

This higher sound wave naturally caused more people of the An tribe to hear this shocking news. Facing more than four times the number of fantasy god monks, if even their last protective barrier was opened by their own people, then How can a person named An on this battlefield resist an army of seven million phantom gods?

The cosmic giant sword is still above everyone's heads at this moment, tearing apart thousands of nebulae with such world-destroying power, how intimidating it is!

Deathly silence!

Deathly despair!

The soldiers of the An tribe who were originally full of fighting spirit had lost their voices at this moment. Their faces were completely pale. They turned back to look at the young emperor Anluan in the rear...

At this moment, An Luan was receiving millions of looks. These looks included teasing, ridicule, despair, struggle, and all kinds of emotions, but there was not much hope.

yes!

He is the son-in-law of the Right Tomb King, and his wife is a top bloodline of the Tomb of Gods Cult. Almost all of his children grew up in the Tomb of Gods Cult. He has been building a good relationship with the Tomb of Gods Cult all his life. Just when he was about to succeed, his father chose his younger brother, making him suffer countless jokes and ridicules.

He is the young king of the An clan!

Why would Anyang get more respect and love during this period? He had worked diligently for hundreds of thousands of years. Why would his father say in the Xuantian Palace that he, An Luan, was not the only successor?

The more the people of the An tribe understood An Luan's fate, the more desperate they became about the reality at this moment. When King You Tomb put the control of the fate of the An tribe in the hands of An Luan, at least nine thousand of the ten thousand An tribe people One hundred and ninety-nine people wanted to cry because they believed that An Luan would definitely take revenge on his father and embrace the Tomb of Gods Cult...

So, the right tomb king smiled!

All the Illusion God cultivators of Mu Xuemai also laughed at this moment.

In their opinion, the most unsuspicious thing in the world is An Luan's heart.

Let me ask, which eldest son can still remain sincere to his father and family after suffering such unfair treatment?

Impossible!

Therefore, these targets projected on An Luan really have no hope at all. Almost every An clan member already feels helpless and ridiculous...

"I'm sorry, I was born as a member of the An clan, and died as a ghost of the An clan. No one can make me close the Antian Emperor Dragon unless my soul is driven away."

In countless moments filled with despair, these simple, calm, but deeply affectionate words echoed on this dead battlefield.

"Um?"

Countless An clan members raised their heads in astonishment and looked at their young clan emperor. They could hardly believe their ears.

"He means……"

Everyone was trying hard to recall what An Luan said just now. Because it was so unexpected, they didn't even hear it clearly at the time.

However, there is no need to recall, the smile of the right tomb king slowly sank. He pursed his lips and looked at An Luan calmly, but his eyes were already filled with frost.

He asked: "Anluan, son-in-law, what are you talking about?"

He, the phantom god monks from the Tomb of Gods Cult behind him, and countless others stared at An Luan with eyes full of intimidation and coldness.

To be honest, An Luan's defection was just the icing on the murderous cake for them. They really didn't need this defection. They just wanted the An Luan people to die more desperate.

It was nothing more than feeling disgusted in the midst of a joyful victory.

They didn't want to be disgusted, so King Right Tomb gave them one last chance!

Faced with this opportunity, An Luan slowly raised his head in the storm. His eyes gradually became intense, and the power of the dragon belonging to the Star Boundary Tribe surged. He controlled the protective barrier. At this moment, all the light signs tens of millions of meters long around him The Destruction Dragon composed of divine patterns appeared behind him!

He and the Destruction Dragons spoke at the same time and roared: "I, An Luan, say: Today's Emperor An Tian's Mansion is the graveyard of your Mu Xuemei's genocide!

! "

The sound vibrating from the protective barrier was like the explosion of billions of sky thunders, impacting the ears of those Illusion God monks and the originally desperate hearts of all the An clan warriors!

One and a half million soldiers of the An tribe looked at An Luan with eyes wide open in disbelief. Listening to his roaring voice, these words were like a torch, rekindling everyone's extinguished faith!

At that moment, the eyes of the An clan warriors were red, and the volcanoes in their chests erupted. They didn't know why they were so passionate. They just felt that the young clan emperor who had been treated badly did not even give up on the An clan, nor did he give up fighting. , who is qualified to give up?

"Anluan..."

Among them, the most unbelievable person is An Xuetian. She understands An Luan's circumstances and state of mind best. She also knows what kind of desperate situation the An clan is facing at the moment. He obviously only needs to nod his head to exchange for survival, glory and wealth. Why would he choose a dead end when he could vent his dissatisfaction with his father?

"Brother!"

An Xuetian looked at the clan king An Dingtian again, only to find that this guy actually laughed on such a battlefield, and only a little tear in the corner of his eye showed his touching and caring.

I don't know why, after hearing An Luan's declaration and seeing the tear in the corner of An Dingtian's eyes, even An Xuetian, who had already planned to abandon the An clan, was also excited at this moment. She wanted to roar, fight, and fight to the death!

"The An clan must win! Must win! Must win!!"

The faith brought by Li Tianming was rekindled and re-ignited at this moment. One million and a half An clan cosmic gods roared wildly, and their fighting spirit soared to the sky. Their natal star realms were burning. It was hard to believe how powerful they were!

In addition to the An Tian Emperor Dragon Guarding Barrier, even facing the five million phantom god cultivators of the Mu Xue Vein, they were still like at the beginning. They were not at a disadvantage at all, and even more powerful at this moment!

The Right Tomb King and those Mu Xue Vein strongmen were stunned at first when they saw this scene.

Very soon!

This incredible dullness turned into a more ruthless murderous intent and hysterical ridicule.

"I am impressed by you." The Right Tomb King shook his head dumbly, and then said happily: "It's a pity that it's just a momentary self-touching. When all of you An people are dead, then we can see how you choose to cry."