Supreme God King

Throughout the ages, the most powerful matchup between the gods and kings has been staged in the old land of craftsmen.

There has never been a duel between two Eight Tribulations God Kings in history.

Even at the very edge of the artisan’s old land, one can still faintly feel the vibration of the void and the breeze rippling with the law.

At the same time, the fight between the kings and the Kun clan in the future will continue.

In every corner of the craftsman's old land.

Entrance of Shenglong Road.

The tower-like war sky giant sat cross-legged, with more than two hundred corpses of the Kunzu **** king gathered beside him.

In the faint hills, nearly three thousand gods and kings are marching toward the west vastly.

In the west, the direction of Yumen is guarded by the craftsmen.

That shouldn't be the direction for the retreating future kings.

On the side of the army, Ramadan stood side by side with the huge gigantic laughter, watching the marching army.

It's not so much an army, it's an "elephant group."

These nearly three thousand **** kings are composed of more than two thousand **** kings of the ancient elephant tribe in the wilderness and more than five hundred **** kings of the future heaven.

The ancient elephant tribe is the direct bloodline of the elephant master. At this moment, more than 2,000 ancient elephant tribe **** kings are all transformed into pictograms, each of which is more than eight feet tall, with four feet like Optimus Prime, trampling on the earth, rumbling.

"I have never seen such a war." Ramadan said softly.

Ju Xiaoxian stared at the army, intently: "Is it a battle of thousands of gods?"

"No." Ramadan shook his head: "I have never seen a war where hundreds of gods and kings were crushed in the blink of an eye, like, like..."

"Step on the bug." Ju Xiaoxian narrowed his eyes.

Ramadan laughs: "It's a good metaphor."

Ju Xiaoxian turned around, looked down at the month of Ramadan that had just reached his thigh, and said solemnly: "The fighting power of the future kings is obvious to all. As the iron alliance of the future heaven, the desolate world respects the future **** king. This battle, You encountered a surprise attack and faced a planned attack from an enemy several times your own. You have been broken up, but you can still fight stubbornly. The two thousand ancient elephant tribe **** kings in the wilderness attacked the master guard Yumen all the way to the west. This is the plan, you There is no need to go with us, your task is completed, it is time to go, and the rest should be given to us."

"I said it doesn't count." Ramadan said with a smile: "I'm just a patron of Jingyu Shenfu. Among these five hundred **** kings, there are only a handful of Jingyu God's kings, most of them belong to Tiandao Shenfu. Can't stop it."

Ju Xiaoxian was silent for a moment, then turned and walked in front of the army.

Junlin City.

More than a hundred future **** kings and thousands of Kun **** kings fought fiercely here.

There is no rule in this fight.

All **** kings are doing their best, using various methods to take the other's life as much as possible.

The seriously injured Qingyu pierced the chest of a Kunzu **** king with a nine-hole sharp blade.

A future **** king was thrown down by several Kun **** kings, and was eaten in the blink of an eye. There was no bone left, only a pool of blood.

Faced with enemies thirteen times as large as their own, the future **** kings who retreated in Junlin City fought silently.

Unlike the excited screams and crazy laughs of the Kun people, the future **** king will be silent even at the moment of death.

This is a fight that is destined to have no chance of winning.

Once the craftsman civilization fought with the Kun people, the casualty ratio could often reach one hundred to one, but this casualty ratio had a premise.

Regardless of realm.

When the Siyuan dynasty fought with the Kun nationality, it first sent out millions of Kun nationality monks. Among these monks, there were only a few **** kings. Ninety-nine percent of them were in the realm of the gods, the realm of the heavens, and even lower. realm.

In this situation, the craftsman civilization relied on various organs, magical weapons, and array traps arranged in advance to fight the Siyuan Dynasty to a hundred to one figure.

There are not many craftsmen civilization, but they are all powerful, which is completely different from the Kun civilization.

Those who can be called craftsmen are **** kings.

In the artisan civilization, they are called divine artisans.

The earliest war between artisan civilization and the Kun nationality was actually a large number of artisans to slaughter those weak "worms."

But to fight the future heaven, the Kun people sent a large number of gods.

In front of the Jade Gate of the master guard, among the army that followed the mother of Qinglin, there were more than 20,000 Kunzu **** kings.

Palace Master Jiu Ye, Jiao Ling, and Lin Xiu each led more than 10,000 Kunzu **** kings to enter from all directions.

After that, one after another, some generals of the Siyuan Dynasty took the army of the gods into the old artisan land, many of them were the gods of the Five Tribulations, including the Ninth King of Qinglin.

In this war that took place in the old place of artisans, the Siyuan Dynasty sent at least 70,000 gods and 50 million Kun ethnic monks.

Launch a raid on the 10,000 future **** kings scattered throughout the artisan’s old land.

This is a very unfair war.

But the Kun people never pay attention to fairness.

After the start of the new era, order has not been established, and no one pays attention to the word fair. Everything is the winner.

In a garden in Junlin City, Zhuge Zhao was holding a Fangtian halberd and half kneeling on the ground. He had already killed twelve Three Tribulations Divine Kings and two Four Tribulations Divine Kings in succession, in the realm of his Four Tribulations Divine King. And strength, at the end of the crossbow, there is no strength, and can only rely on Fang Tian's painted halberd to support himself, breathing heavily, breathing very hoarse, and blood is flowing out.

Several Kunzu **** kings walked in front of him.

Zhuge Zhao raised his head, looked at these Kunzu **** kings, and smiled: "I can't appear as a battlefield hero in the triumphant ceremony of the heavenly court in the future. I feel a little regretful. Then I will be carved on the monument as a martyr. Right."

"Why fight?"

A Kunzu **** king suddenly asked.

His face is full of doubts.

In the first battle in King’s Landing City, more than 1,000 Kunzu **** kings confronted a hundred future **** kings, but the battle was quite anxious. More than 300 Kun **** kings have fallen, and there are still six future **** kings. More than a dozen gods were scattered everywhere, but the remaining sixty **** kings were exhausted and all suffered injuries of varying degrees. Some were dying and died soon, and the result of this battle was clear.

But the Kunzu **** kings also understand that if they want to kill all the remaining sixty future **** kings, they may have to pay hundreds of Kunzu **** king lives.

And there is no Kunzu **** king who willingly died without being ordered by a high-level Kunzu **** king.

So the Kun tribe's offensive slowed down instead.

The fear of the future **** king, little by little, breeds in their hearts.

The speed of this breeding is very slow, and they may not even notice it.

Zhuge Zhao smiled.

Because of him, I noticed it.

When a Kun clan who was still fighting frantically before, suddenly calmed down and asked him why he fought and why he fought so fiercely.

Why are the hundred future **** kings in Junlin City so fierce in the face of enemies thirteen times their own?

This explains the mood of this Kun nationality.

"The more beautiful way of saying is, for the future." Zhuge Zhao laughed: "But in my heart, it is to let you bugs know that you are just bugs, so that your stupid, decaying, and pathetic races will grow up Waking up in a dream reminds you of your inherent fear, just like an ant's mood when facing the fall of its sole."

"Do you think the Kun tribe will fear you fragile humans?" The Kun tribe **** king frowned.

Zhuge Zhao grinned: "You are already scared."