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Outside the treasure pavilion, everyone fell into silence listening to the words of the ancestors of the Feng clan.

Seeing that the Ten Thousand Races and the Human Races might fight at any time, Xu Wenling was overjoyed in his heart, but he still had a sad look on his face.

"Everyone, today is the last day of the Tianjiao talk session. There will be an answer to the death of the White Tiger god son soon. You don't have to doubt each other here." Xu Wenling's voice sounded.

"Everyone, there is one more thing. The Tianjiao talk session is over today. Please don't make trouble in Xianque City, otherwise our spirit clan will not sit still and wait for death."

Human Race, Wanzu and others looked at Xu Wenling and nodded their heads.

The Spirit Race will never intervene in the battle between the Human Race and the Ten Thousand Races, so the Human Race and the Ten Thousand Races don't want to offend that mysterious race.

Just when the atmosphere eased slightly, the teleportation array of Xianque City suddenly flashed white light, and a cultivator at the peak of the Holy Lord of all races appeared in Xianque City.

"The patriarch of the Hercules Ant Clan? What is he doing here?" the ancestors of the Quasi Emperor of the human race glanced indifferently.

The cultivator who suddenly appeared was the patriarch of the Hercules ant clan.

"Old Ancestor, the god son of our clan is dead! The soul lamp has gone out 163!" The mournful voice of the head of the Hercules Ant Clan resounded throughout Xianque City.

"What!" There was a hint of shock on the faces of everyone outside Baoge.

The patriarch of the Hercules ant clan hurriedly ran to kneel down in front of the ancestor from a distance.

"Old Ancestor, just now the soul lamp of the God Son of our clan went out!".

"Ah!" The face of the ancestor of the Hercules Ant Clan was full of anger, and he raised his head and roared, his voice resounding throughout the world.

The ancestor of the Hercules ant tribe turned to look in the direction of the human forces, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Human Race, if you don't give me a perfect explanation today, my Hercules Ant Army will definitely set foot on the Human Race Continent!"

Xu Daozi, Emperor Xuanyuan, Lord Yaoguang and others are stunned. Who the hell is this! Killing the god sons of all races in the Minor World, one is not enough, and another is killed. Doesn’t he think the matter is not big enough?

Seeing the appearance of the ancestor of the Hercules Ant clan, the ancestors of the other ancient royal families couldn't help but feel nervous, and began to worry about the god son of their own clan.

"It's obvious! It must have been done by the Human Race!" Li Yan roared angrily.

Now the sons of the two great ancient royal families of the Wanzu are all dead, only those arrogances of the human race have not had any accidents (cjbb), the situation is not clear yet.

At this time, the white light of Guancheng's teleportation array began to flicker again.

Still coming? The corner of Xu Wenling's mouth twitched, forcefully suppressing the ecstasy in his heart.

Xu Daozi, Xuanyuan Huang and others also looked in the direction of the teleportation array, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.

Who the hell is this meow?

And all the people of the Ten Thousand Races were staring at the direction of the teleportation array, silently praying in their hearts that it would not be the son of God of their own race that had an accident.

The white light disappeared, and three cultivators of all races hurriedly flew in the direction of Xianquelou.

"Old Ancestor! The soul lamp of the god son of our clan is off!"

"Old Ancestor, the soul lamps of our goddesses are off!"

The mournful voices of the three resounded in Fairy Sparrow City.

"Damn it!" "Human race, my race will never end with you!" Everyone from all races was in an uproar.

Murderous aura gushed out from all the people of all races.

"Xu Daozi, Emperor Xuanyuan, what else do you want to say now!" The face of the ancestor of the dragon clan became completely gloomy, and the golden vertical pupils exuded endless cold light.

"Accident? Is this like an accident? So the arrogance of our myriad clans is constantly dying!" The ancestor of the Feng clan stood up and said coldly.

The atmosphere that had just calmed down became tense again.

Xu Daozi, Emperor Xuanyuan, Lord Yaoguang and others moved their mouths, but they didn't know what to say.

The ancestors of all the forces of the human race also looked at each other, with a look of shock on their faces.

"What the hell is going on here? Old man Xu, it's not your plan secretly, is it?" Emperor Xuanyuan looked at Taoist Xu and said in a low voice.

"You fart! Emperor Xuanyuan, don't you understand me? I never want the human race to fight with the ten thousand races. It will be a disaster for all things in the world." Xu Daozi's face darkened instantly when asked by Emperor Xuanyuan down.

"Anyone, is it that the two of you secretly planned the Son of Light?" Emperor Xuanyuan turned and looked at the Master of the Rakshasa Pavilion and the Lord of the Light.

Now this situation is already obvious, the Tianjiao of the Ten Thousand Races is constantly falling, and none of the Wujiao of the Human Race has any accidents.

This made Emperor Xuanyuan and Taoist Xu suspicious of other human forces.

"It's not me! I don't have such strength in Rakshasa Pavilion." He shook his head and said.

"It's not my fluctlight Sacred Land either," said the Fluctlight Lord.

"Then who else is in Minor World?" Emperor Xuanyuan said angrily in a low voice, looking hopefully at the ancestors of other human forces.

Everyone's face changed drastically [shaking his head hastily to indicate that he didn't know.

"Don't look for it, with the strength of their Tianjiao, it is still impossible to kill Li Xiu, the son of the Hercules ant tribe." Xu Daozi's voice sounded.

"Now we say that gods and demons are useless, everyone get ready for the next big battle!" Xu Daozi's deep voice sounded in the hearts of everyone.

It is useless to say anything now, the people of the human race turned their heads and ignored the people of the ten thousand races.

"Hehe! Have you already agreed?" Li Yan laughed angrily, his face full of ferocity.

"Okay! Today's Tianjiao talk session is over, and it's time for me, the White Tigers, to start the war with the human race!"

"I'm like Hercules Ant Tribe!"

"My purple scorpion clan and the White Tiger clan advance and retreat together!"

"I, the White Elephants, are the same!"

The ancestors of dozens of races declared war one after another, and the scene of Shura's purgatory seemed to have appeared in everyone's eyes.

The other races in the Ten Thousand Clans looked at each other, their sons of gods were fine, and they didn't want to start a war with the human race.

The next scene instantly filled their hearts with anger, roared loudly, and joined the ranks of attacking the human race.

The teleportation array in Fairy Sparrow City is on again,,,,,

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In the corner, Nezha Sun Wukong and Yang Jian who rushed over watched the development of the situation in front of them.

"Master Shengzi is mighty! Hahaha! My old grandson likes a bloody person like Master Shengzi! Happy!" Sun Wukong smiled on his face, "Golden pupils burst out with infinite shadows.

He couldn't help but hold the golden cudgel tightly in his hand.

"This time Wanzu is completely crazy, a big battle is inevitable." Nezha whispered.

Chen Wei at the side could only feel Own's legs shaking constantly, with a look of fear on his face.

That's ten thousand races! All the race forces in Dongzhou!

Can Mo Haizong really resist the army of ten thousand races?

Only they know that those Tianjiao of the Wanzu must have been killed by Chen Fan.

But they really guessed wrong this time, among those dead Tianjiao, only Li Xiu was killed by Chen Fan.

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