Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 808 Help

"All the races in the heavens?"

Outside the borders of Kyushu, Zhao Yun noticed the battle in the distance. He raised his brows, his eyes flashed with piercing murderous intent.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and disappeared into the starry sky.

When he reappeared, he was already in the battlefield, with gun aura surging around his body and unparalleled sharpness, locking on the strong men of the Iron Arm Ape Clan and the Civet Clan.

The nine strong men from all over the world all turned to look at Zhao Yun.

"Early Golden Immortal Stage?"

"What a courage!"

"Humans always overestimate their capabilities and like to do things that are impossible to accomplish!"

The leader of the Iron Arm Ape clan sneered with disdain on his face.

He was a hundred feet tall, like an enlarged ape. The only difference was that his arms were slender, as black as black iron, with a metallic luster, and contained infinite power.

In his hand, hold a stick!

The stick is ten thousand feet long.

The whole body is black with a hint of scarlet, which is a touch of red rendered with blood as the pigment.

Zhao Yun said nothing, his expression was neither sad nor happy, he just held the battle gun tightly and shuttled through the battlefield.

One step down.

All the soldiers from all the heavens and tribes within a thousand feet around him exploded and died.

The relaxed posture is like taking a leisurely stroll.

"court death!"

The leader of the Iron-armed Ape clan was furious. He raised the iron rod in his hand and unleashed a violent energy with unparalleled power. He split the starry sky above his head and shattered it into countless pieces.

The other eight powerful men from all over the world stood watching, their eyes cold and tinged with cruelty.

They didn't choose to take action!

Because in their opinion, a warrior in the early stage of the Golden Immortal who has just ascended with Xiaoqian World is no match for the leader of the Iron Arm Ape Clan who has the peak cultivation level of the Golden Immortal.

It only takes one turn to end the battle!

Zhao Yun!

Already become a dead person!

"Hundred Birds. Chaofeng!"

Zhao Yun drank coldly.

The war spear in his hand pierced out, as fast as lightning and as fast as a rainstorm. Almost in an instant, countless spear auras formed, piercing the starry sky and covering all the wasteland.

Each spear energy contains a touch of Taoist power, reaching the ultimate power of the Golden Immortal.

And there are so many guns in front of you?

Endless!

The power generated is naturally unimaginable.

boom!

The starry sky exploded, and the head of the Iron-armed Ape clan who rushed towards him failed to crush a blast of gun gas, and was penetrated by the gun gas through his body, leaving behind dense blood holes.

"this"

"How is that possible?"

His expression was stiff, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he asked with a horrified face: "Who are you? Why are you so powerful?"

He is a veteran Golden Immortal peak warrior. Logically speaking, it should be easy to kill a newly ascended Golden Immortal warrior, but in this confrontation, he was defeated in one move.

This made him realize that the human warrior in front of him was definitely no ordinary person!

"Great Qin Heavenly Court, Zhao Yun!"

Zhao Yun left his name.

When the leader of the Iron-armed Ape clan heard this, his pupils shrank sharply, showing an expression of sudden realization.

It turns out that he is the evil genius of the Great Qin Heavenly Court!

No wonder!

The fighting power is so powerful!

"How dare you ascend to the middle thousand worlds?"

"If I meet you, I will be doomed, but I will wait for you down there. That day will never be too far away."

Then, the iron-armed ape roared viciously, its vitality faded, and it headed for death.

"Clan leader!"

Witnessing the tragic death of the clan leader, the four powerful Golden Immortals of the Iron Arm Ape clan roared, their eyes were scarlet, and they launched attacks at the same time, sweeping the sky with their sticks and creating heavy phantoms, crushing everything.

At this moment, there is only one thought in their minds, and that is revenge!

Cut the hateful human race who killed the clan leader into pieces with a thousand swords.

To comfort the patriarch’s spirit in heaven!

"Let's take action together!"

In the Civet Clan military formation, a man wearing a golden robe with a feminine face and cat ears spoke coldly, filled with golden immortal power, and flew towards Zhao Yun.

The three strong men of the civet clan heard the order and also launched an attack.

Boom!

The sky shook from the stars.

The power of the eight golden immortals broke through the sky and turned into eight pillars of light that reached the sky and the earth, disrupting the starry sky.

"it's useless!"

Zhao Yun shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and stabbed out again.

boom!

The void in front of him shattered, and a sharp spear aura emerged. The silver light was brilliant, like a bright light that opened up the dark world, like a strike that created the world, colliding with the power of the eight golden immortals.

Boom boom boom!

There were continuous explosions, and the terrifying aftermath spread, stirring up the starry sky for hundreds of millions of miles.

The aftermath is like a knife!

In this area, countless soldiers of the Iron Arm Ape Clan and Civet Clan soldiers were involved in the aftermath. They were as fragile as paper, unable to resist at all, and were torn into countless pieces.

The most miserable thing was the golden immortal warriors of the two tribes. Because they were located at the center of the explosion, they received the most ferocious impact. The immortal shield shattered, revealing their defenseless immortal bodies.

Blood and flesh splattered, as if executed in Lingchi.

Amidst the shrill screams, the eight powerful men from all over the world died in endless pain.

When the aftermath dissipated, eight bones appeared on the battlefield!

As for the corpses of the soldiers of the other two tribes, including their skeletons, they were all reduced to ashes!

On the battlefield, Zhao Yun stood with a gun, his armor was shiny and not damaged at all, his black hair was flying, and his cape was hunting, with an indescribable coolness.

"Gulu!"

The surviving soldiers of the two tribes all had dull eyes, swallowed hard, their legs were shaking, and they were extremely frightened.

The patriarch is dead?

Elder Jinxian was killed in battle?

So what do they do?

Can you still defeat that human demon?

In contrast, the disciples of the Tianli Sect were in a state of excitement, looking at Zhao Yun with feverish eyes, as if they were worshiping a god, with endless respect.

"Sect Master, we seem to be saved!"

An elder said blankly, reaching out and rubbing his eyes, as if he was dreaming.

"yes!"

"Saved!"

"Disciples of the Tianli Sect obey the order and the whole army will attack!"

The leader of the Tianli Sect roared.

Countless disciples came out in full force, with hatred in their eyes, and killed all the soldiers of all races in the world who were in a state of sluggishness.

As for Zhao Yun, after seeing that the overall situation had been decided, he smiled and his body gradually faded until he disappeared.

When it's over, brush off your clothes and go away, hiding your power and wisdom!

"Amitabha!"

In the middle thousand world, on a bloody battlefield somewhere, there was a monk wearing cassocks, sitting cross-legged, chanting Buddhist sutras, and praying for the souls of the dead.

Every line of mysterious sound is like the warm sun and the spring breeze, washing away the worldly world and purifying the grievances.

Above his head, evil aura and smoke billowed.

The resentment of countless human beings who died in battle turned into a resentful spirit, tyrannical and cruel, staring at the monk with a fierce look.

"Monk, can the racial hatred be resolved?"

The roaring sound echoed in the starry sky.

This is the obsession of the dead souls of the human race.

The monk's mouth paused, and the Buddha's voice suddenly stopped. After a long time, he sighed.

He slowly stood up and looked directly at the resentful spirit above his head, revealing the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, which shone with white light and turned out to be three skulls.

"Ha ha.!"

"Monks also kill animals!"

"I see!"

The resentful spirit was stunned and laughed loudly. Once he realized the truth, everything was understood, understood and liberated.

Monks still kill animals and cannot let go of their obsession.

What's more, what about the human race?

(End of chapter)