Hong Huang: I Have Pitted Countless Great Abilities

"Blood-robed ancestor, be an enemy of me, you will regret it!" Faking Xuanyuan shouted at this time.

The blood-robed ancestor did not speak, his figure flickered close again, and his wings fluttered, the golden light slammed down, and then roared and bit towards the King Xuanyuan.

Facing the blood-robed ancestor of own, the hostility in King Xuanyuan's heart skyrocketed.

In fact, the reason why he was unwilling to fight with the blood-robed ancestor was because he knew that the blood-robed ancestor was immortal, and even if he won, it would not help. Helping the army to stop the loss was the most important.

After all, he can't lose this army. This is where he will have the right to speak to the outside world after he controls this large area in the future.

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"They are lunatics, lunatics!" After a demon king was repelled again, he finally couldn't help but roared.

He had never encountered such an opponent before, and he was really scared.

Obviously it is a huge advantage, but in the eyes of the Demon King at this time, there is an illusion that the human race is the attacker, and they are passively defending.

At this time, the human army has been killed and injured more than half, but still hasn't stopped, stepping forward firmly, the swords that it wields are still sharp, harvesting the lives of the enemy.

The Terrans are not afraid of death, but they are.

Those fallen figures are their carefully trained warriors. They are their most important external force. Watching the tribesmen fall in pieces, their hearts can't help but tremble.

If they can, they really want to step back.

They don't want to go crazy with the lunatics anymore.

However, in the frenzied offensive of the human race, they were deprived of their right to abandon the war.

In the endless killing, the figures of the human race fell one by one, but immediately there were newcomers on the top, carrying the fighting spirit of their comrades, and continuing to swing their swords forward.

They really managed to make the enemy's corpses run across the wild and blood flowed thousands of miles away.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer comrades-in-arms, but the human race became more fierce.

Like a hungry wolf with bloodthirsty gaze, the monsters under the command of Law King Xuanyuan would subconsciously lower their heads, not daring to look at them.

At the end of the battle, only a million human races remained in the encirclement.

This battle seemed to be coming to an end, but neither the Law King Xuanyuan nor the demon kings below felt that they had won.

Because in terms of mentality and momentum, they are the losers.

Seeing the demon race surrounded by millions of human races but did not dare to step forward, the blood-robed ancestor in the sky couldn't help laughing.

At this time he only felt heartily in his heart, and the human race proved everything with this battle and won his respect.

Although this power was about to die, the blood-robed ancestor remembered them in his heart.

This feeling is very strange, in countless years, he has never had such a strange feeling.

"kill!"

The dark clouds are low pressure, and the blood rains.

When the last human race fell, the tight nerves of the entire monster race burst into disarray, and one by one fell to the ground, panting heavily.

Even if those human races have died, the fear in their hearts has not faded.

This is a victory, but no one cheers, no one sings praises, and some are just the feeling of surviving after the disaster.

Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, and the pooled blood formed potholes on the battlefield, making their hearts tremble again.

They are scared, they are scared, the strength in their bodies seems to have been emptied, and even the courage to stand up has been lost.

And the demon kings were also stunned, and their hearts were just like those panicked soldiers, but they suppressed their fear in the bottom of their hearts without revealing them.

At this moment, they suddenly felt a sense of luck.

They are dead, fortunately they are dead!

The human army has left a deep mark in their hearts, lingering like a shadow.

"Hahaha, King Xuanyuan, look at them!"

Above the sky, the blood-robed ancestor pointed at the demon clan below, laughing wildly, and the sarcasm in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

At this time, King Xuanyuan's face was pale.

"This is my blood-robed ancestor's subordinate!" Levitating in the air, looking at the monsters below, the roar of the blood-robed ancestors shook the sky, causing the bodies of the monsters below to tremble again.

"Do you think the battle is over? This is just the beginning, get ready, next, what you have to face is my blood-robed ancestor, I will avenge them, you all have to die, remember, you all have to die !"

The demons below all looked up at the blood-robed ancestor who was laughing wildly in the air, and their eyes were full of panic.

Isn't it over yet? At this moment, fear spread in their hearts, and they seemed to have seen the fearless division of tens of thousands of people reappear in front of them.

Once they were full of confidence and felt that they would surely get the right to belong to the Nanming Continent.

It's just that at this moment, their original beliefs almost disappeared.

There is a deep fear in their eyes.

The eyes were godless, and the deathly numbness kept coming.

The King Xuanyuan, who was above the void, trembled in his heart and his cheeks.

The pale golden eyes stared at the blood-robed ancestor, which was filled with endless cold light.

The blood-robed ancestor suddenly looked back, sneered, and said lightly: "Lord Xuanyuan, is there a battle?"

"bump!"

A faint golden seal blasted out, and the entire body of King Xuanyuan was shining with a thick bloody spirit. The moment the seal struck in front of the blood-robed ancestor, his figure followed closely behind him with a palm slap. Out, the blood is overwhelming, there is no essence, qi and blood, lingering around.

This majestic energy of blood, like a mountain, is thick and condensed, and suppresses the blood-robed ancestors.

The blood-robed ancestor gave a chuckle, waved his big hand, and flashed infinite magic flowers all over his body, bombarding the crimson sage in an impartial manner.

"bump!"

The two collided, and the cyclones vented out.

The power of terror swept thousands of miles.

The surrounding mountains turned into dust.

The endless monster race fell.

"Hahaha!"

"The King Xuanyuan, even though you are a genius of Tianzong, you can't kill me."

"Even though you have thousands of demon army, but you can't beat me."

"Poor, really poor." A trace of red blood faintly appeared from the corner of the blood-robed ancestor's mouth.

He was originally the product of the fusion of the green robe ancestor with thousands of poisonous insects. He had an immortal body, abnormal strength, and was close to the quasi-sage. Even the Dharma King Xuanyuan would not be disadvantaged.

The figure regressed, and the surrounding scenery turned around.

In a valley, King Xuanyuan retracted his Magic power, his golden eyes trembled slightly, and coldly said, "Blood Fiend Golden Cicada, I advise you not to stop me?"

The blood-robed ancestor sneered, disdainfully said: "Hold you? What can you do with me?"

At this moment, King Xuanyuan was lonely, his golden eyes stared into the void, turned around, and walked along.

"I want to unify the demon clan in the world and reproduce the peerless elegance of the ancient demon court."

"What I want is not this Nanming Continent, but the entire prehistoric land, for the predominantly thousands of monster races...".

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