Martial Dao: My Cultivation Technique Can Simplify

This time, Lu Qi's march not only did not hide his breath.

On the contrary, it was very fanfare and blatant.

It was as if they were afraid that others would not know they were coming.

From entering the border of the southern border, all the affiliated troops belonging to the undead army in the southern border avoided fighting instead of fighting.

Because there are too many people in Lu Qi.

On the edge of the sky, countless powerful auras emanated from the army surrounded by black clouds.

With the strength of those affiliated troops, there is no strength and courage to fight at all.

So Lu Qi and the others drove straight in, and soon arrived at the core area of ​​the Disaster Temple, breaking Tianya.

At this moment in Duan Tianya, the Lord of Disasters led five great generals and one hundred thousand soldiers of the Undead Legion had already been waiting for a long time.

Looking at the countless enemy troops in the sky, Hate said in shock:

"It's really the Ancient Desolate Race!"

Even if they saw the enemy with their own eyes at this time, they still didn't want to believe that all this was caused by the Ancient Desolate Clan.

"Hmph! It's just ants. It seems that the ancient desolate race really doesn't need to exist anymore." The Lord of Disasters was in a very bad mood at the moment.

Common Practitioner doesn't matter, no matter how many there are, they will not pose a threat to him.

But he sensed more than a hundred Nirvana realm breaths in the opposite team.

There are even two Semi-Saint class existences.

Such strength 507, even he should not be underestimated.

Today's Ancient Desolate Clan did have the possibility of threatening him.

Although the soul power of the Ancient Desolation Clan is very precious, the Lord of Disasters can clearly grasp it.

Know what matters most.

So he has made up his mind that after today's incident, the Gudu family must not stay.

A race like this, which was born adhering to the fate of the great wilderness, may rise as long as there is a slight chance.

Even if the Ancient Desolate Clan cannot be completely wiped out because of the Great Desolation, at least he will never allow any Practitioner to appear in the Ancient Desolation Clan in the future.

This is the only way to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Because there is no real holy land among the enemies, the Lord of Disasters is very confident in his heart.

But his subordinates began to waver at this moment.

The five great generals, the mood at this time is indescribable.

The strength displayed by the Ancient Desolate Clan really exceeded their imagination.

With such strength, it would not be wrong to kill them.

If the Lord of Disaster is not here, they are absolutely unwilling to fight an enemy of such strength.

In the sky, Lu Qi was also looking in the direction of the Disaster Temple.

Although the camp of the Disaster Temple in the distance looked very small compared to his side, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

There is a huge throne in the sky on the other side of the cathedral, suspended in the air.

On the throne, a titan nearly five meters tall sat slightly slanted, with his right hand resting on his left cheek and looking at them with disdainful eyes.

The land implement also felt a very strong sense of oppression on the titan.

Needless to say, that person must be the Lord of Disasters.

However, the Lord of Disasters wore a Black mask on his face, only showing a pair of eyes, and he couldn't see his appearance.

The troops on both sides were getting closer and closer, and finally at a distance of only 100 meters, the land vehicle stopped.

At this moment, the voice of the Lord of Disasters sounded.

"Ants, I will give you a chance. Practitioners above the Nirvana realm commit suicide. I am willing to let the past go and spare your race."

The tone of the voice was full of charity.

As if his decision was a great gift.

At this moment, in the heart of the Lord of Disasters, the most important thing is still healing.

And the most important thing in Second Stage is to build the world channel.

If today's battle is fought, these two things will definitely be delayed.

So after much deliberation, the Lord of Disasters decided to forgive the Northern Wilderness clans for their offense this time.

He is a Saint Realm Practitioner. Although he is not a good person, Saint Realm has the dignity of a Saint Realm, and he will not lie about this kind of thing.

But such a "reward" cannot be afforded by Lu Qi.

After hearing the words of the Lord of Disaster, Lu Qi flew out from the crowd.

Cang and Pan stand on both sides of the lander to protect the lander.

"You are the Lord of Disaster?" Lu Qi asked calmly. (adfe)

As usual, the Lord of Disasters would never pay attention to a small Practitioner in the Beyond Realm.

But after seeing Lu Qi's position, he understood that Lu Qi's status was definitely not low.

Therefore, it is rare to make an exception and speak to Lu Qi: "It's really the deity, who are you?"

Lu Qi said: "This deity, Lu Qi, is the new saint of the Guyue clan."

Naturally, he would not use such a humble self-proclaimed "below" when facing the enemy's land equipment.

When Lu Xiao said that he was the saint of the Ancient Desolate Race, the Lord of Disasters was rarely surprised.

He has also known the history of the Ancient Desolate Clan. Every saint in history was a Practitioner of the Holy Realm, and even existed above the Holy Realm.

But the Cultivation Base of Landcraft, then...

Nothing to worry about.

However, what Lu Qi said next made the Lord of Disasters uneasy.

"At the same time, the deity is also the thirteenth palace master of the Taiyin Academy of the Star Sea Human Race."

But when these words appeared in Lu Qi's mouth, not only the Lord of Disasters, but even the Five Great War Generals and the Hundred Thousand Undead Legion were all shocked.

"You are actually a human race!" The Lord of Disaster couldn't help blurting out.

The other members of the Disaster Temple also looked at the lander in surprise.

None of them thought that Lu Qi had such a history.

The word "human race" is almost taboo in the Disaster Temple.

Back then, they caused heavy losses to the Temple of Disaster.

Even now, when anyone in the catastrophe temple who experienced World War I mentioned the human race in private, he couldn't help being afraid.

This is why the Lord of Disasters still wants to conquer the Star Sea and destroy the human race.

Because of the existence of the human race, it has become his Hearts Demon.

If the human race is not destroyed, the Cultivation Base of the Lord of Disasters may never improve again.

Therefore, no matter how much the price is paid, the Lord of Disasters will return to the Sea of ​​Stars.

But he never expected that before he came to the Sea of ​​Stars again, the human race came to him instead.

For a moment, the Lord of Calamity began to look at Lu Xiao with fear.

It is a big joke that a Practitioner in the Holy Realm would be afraid of a Paradise Realm.

At this time, on Lu Qi's side, everyone looked at Lu Qi and the Lord of Disaster in surprise.

Although the ancient wild family knew that Lu Qi came from the human race, they didn't know much about the grievances between the human race and the Lord of Disaster.

As for the other clans that have just taken refuge here, I don't even know about it.

"It seems that Your Excellency has not forgotten us." Lu Qi smiled happily.

This means that the human race really left a very deep impression on the Lord of Disaster.

Or a lesson is more appropriate.

As a human race, Lu Qi naturally felt proud.

"This deity also gives you a chance. If you are willing to kill yourself, this deity promises you that you can leave the whole body behind if you disaster the church." Lu Qi smiled and said to the Lord of Disaster in a teasing tone. .