Rebirth of the Devouring Emperor

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Chapter Three Hundred Three Hundred Sixty

It was a glorious short sword that fell directly on Zhao Yuande's eyebrows, penetrated his skin, and pierced his skull directly.

But at the moment when the dagger pierced Zhao Yuande's skull, a terrifying world power has suddenly enveloped a radius of dozens of feet.

"Void imprisonment! Time stops!" Zhao Yuande whispered softly.

The blood stagnation stopped in the void all of a sudden, turned out to be a **** figure, the surname of this **** figure is no different from the human race, but Zhao Yuande can clearly feel that the other party has no internal organs and no bones There is no brain, only a slowly beating core is in the chest.

"dead!"

Zhao Yuande blasted towards the beating core with a punch.

"Wow!"

This punch directly shattered the core without surprise.

The blood light also lost its vitality as the core broke, as if a sticky blood had become soft and collapsed.

Zhao Yuande felt that this blood-stricken tribe's corpse seemed to contain a huge amount of blood gas energy, and it was not directly discarded but directly included in the body world.

He pulled out the broken sword with his teeth, and the brow wound slowly healed.

"This turned out to be a sixth-generation chemical treasure!" Zhao Yuande couldn't help but change his face slightly.

Taking the risk just now, if he is one step late or if his own imprisonment of the void cannot work, he will definitely die!

However, being able to harvest a six-product chemical treasure is also a surprise.

Others are not as lucky as Zhao Yuande, nor the strength of Zhao Yuande.

In just a few blinks, thousands of people were killed.

Blood and corpses kept falling, and countless people screamed in horror.

"Quick! Call the ancestors, otherwise this group of guys will be slaughtered out!" The strong man of the Saint Alliance looks very ugly at this time, but his strength is not strong, but it is only a godly late strong By.

"Boom!"

An ancient portal was opened in the void, and a strong man shrouded in golden light stepped out of it.

A strong breath swept the Quartet. Several strong men of the Saint Alliance saw the figure of this strong man, and they couldn't help but show a look of joy.

"Old Ancestor!" several strong men respectfully said at the same time.

"Roar!

The strong man shrouded in golden light screamed in all directions.

In this roar, the void seemed to be imprisoned at once.

The bodies of the practitioners running around were all fixed, all standing in horror with a terrified face.

And all the **** shadows appeared in the void.

"dead!"

The strong man shrouded in golden light shook the palm of his hand.

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions sounded, and the core of the blood-stricken clan strongmen exploded.

The corpses of the blood-stricken tribe flew in the palm of the strong man.

It really is a good thing!

Zhao Yuande suddenly nodded when he saw this scene.

It seems that the conditions given by the Alliance of Saints are probably not a disadvantage!

"Go back! It's best not to take them to death before you are sure! I don't have time anytime!" The strong man shrouded in the golden light looked gloomy like water.

"Yes! Ancestor!" Several Saint Alliance strong men hurriedly bowed.

When the strong man left, everyone recovered his freedom.

All of them were horrified in their eyes.

"I don't want to fight the blood-stricken people! I want to leave!" someone shouted in horror.

"I'm leaving too!"

"..."

"It's late! You are all contaminated by the breath of death of the Blood Victims. No matter where you go, you can't escape the killing of the Blood Victims!" A strong Saint Alliance alliance said without expression.

"What... Your Alliance of Saints is pitting us!" Someone complained angrily.

"Go back! Pass to you the formation, the three can join forces to resist the attack of the blood-stricken clan powerful. Maybe they can beheaded and get the reward of our saint alliance!" Another saint alliance strong The voice is gentle.

"Don’t be angry, everyone. Our Saint Alliance is actually for you! The people of our Saint Alliance can’t drive away the blood-stricken people. If the East Saint Continent is occupied in the future, you will also go to the East to hide in Tibet. In the day, do you hope this kind of thing will happen? So we still work together to get rid of the blood-stricken tribe and retake Dongsheng Continent. By then you will be the project of Dongsheng Continent, you can choose freely in many heavens..."

Many people heard the last words and their eyes lighted up again.

As this person said, as long as the blood-stricken tribe is finally driven away, a lot of holes will appear in Dongsheng Continent.

If these relatively weak family ancestors can get a blessing, they will develop ten times and one hundred times faster than before.

The most important thing for a sect is resources. A first-class cave can cultivate a first-class force.

At that time, Zun Daoshan was actually only a small sect, but it was by chance that Zun Daoshan was a blessed place before it quickly developed and became one of the three major forces under the Saint Alliance.

Now the three forces of Zun Daoshan, Fengyun Pavilion and Xiaoyao Palace are all destroyed by the **** warlord, if they can get one of them, then...

Many patriarch patriarchs showed a burning light in their eyes.

"Okay! I promised!"

Someone agreed, and many people nodded immediately.

Zhao Yuande sighed secretly, these people were stunned by interests!

But don't blame them if you think about it. They are all small and medium-sized forces living in the cracks. Originally, they may have been able to do nothing in this life.

However, the invasion of the blood-stricken tribe now provides them with a chance to take off. Even if they know that the ending is likely to be death, they still want to fight!

This group of people left behind and lost thousands of bodies and returned to Luocheng again.

Soon there was a strong player in the Saints Alliance who passed on a three-man strike.

Many people have found their own family and friends to form a team of three, six or more people.

When Zhao Yuande was thinking about whether he wanted to form a team, someone had approached him.

"This brother, don't you have a team, why not join us!" The middle-aged man with dark complexion was speaking, followed by four practitioners of different ages behind him.

These cultivators are all holy, but most of them are middle-aged or old-aged. Obviously, they are not peerless geniuses. When they reach this level, they are too old.

The youngest of the four is a miserable woman. She looks beautiful but always has a trace of sadness in her eyes.