The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Outside the battlefield of the four strongholds, pale white and golden flames are burning fiercely. For such a powerful flame, trees can no longer be used as nourishment to support combustion, because the branches and vegetation are in In an instant, it has completely evaporated.

Perhaps the southern barbarian expedition troops lined up in the distance could not see the scene of burning everything, but in the eyes of the Thunder Army flying in the sky, the scene below is undoubtedly breathtaking, so that most of the Thunder sergeants stared directly. The four flame black holes in the jungle below that continue to spread out, silently bringing death.

　　 "What are you still doing, Princess Wu has already flown away, you and I can't keep up!"

　　 In the sky, Wang Jing, who had recovered from his senses, opened his mouth and let out an angry shout, and then led ten thunder troops, also turned into purple thunders, and headed west.

　　 Quartet battlefield stronghold to the west, 250 li in Moyo, is the growing number of Guiteng tribe.

　　 From a bird’s eye view from the sky, you will find that with the entire tribe as the center, the densely populated deserters are like ants returning to their nests, coming from all directions, including young and middle-aged deserters, and even a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled.

The reason for such a large-scale migration is firstly because the mysterious ancestral court issued a mobilization order. Secondly, and most importantly, the original tribes of the deserters have been lighted up, and there is almost no food. It can be eaten up, and the largest ghost vine tribe is undoubtedly the last hope.

　　Gui Teng Tribe Center, with a central tent and a huge blood pool.

　　 It was early in the morning when a large amount of blood gas turned into a blood mist rising up, covering the sky above the entire ghost vine tribe, and a strong smell of blood permeated outward.

By the side of the blood pool, standing several figures, headed by an elderly deserter, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the apricot mist floating in the blood pool in front of him. His face was intoxicated, and then gently Asked:

　　 "Guitengru, how many people from my tribe have gathered in your Guiteng tribe?"

Behind 　　 the old deserter, an extremely burly and strong chief of the Guiteng tribe with a totem of thorns and ghosts on his face, took a step forward, brought a strong wind, and responded:

　　 "For the ancestors, the total number of tribes plus our Guiteng tribe exceeds 9 million, but there are close to 3 million old, weak and sick, unable to fight the enemy."

The words of the chief of the Guiteng tribe have not yet fallen, and the elderly deserter next to him slams his head, his aura soars wildly, and rushes out, and at the same time the fierce light in his eyes rises, his aura is even greater than the blood pool in front of him A few more **** points, it can be seen that the second in command of the deserter from the ancestral court has many lives in his hands, and then a cold and merciless voice sounded:

　　 "Who said that the three million old, weak, sick and disabled cannot go to battle to kill the enemy? In the face of the race, they are all fighters, leaving some women and children, and the rest are rushed to the outermost periphery for me as the vanguard."

　　The powerful and crazy aura of the old deserter, accompanied by the cold eyes, directly caused the chief of the Guiteng tribe to take a step back subconsciously, underground his head, and responded:

　　 "Follow your will, Lord Ancestral Envoy."

　　 "Are there any other news from the ancestors who are supervising the battle ahead?"

　　 Hearing this question in his ear, the ugly face of the chief of the Guiteng tribe hesitated, and then he respectfully spoke:

"I came back last night, but it was seriously injured. The Terran is like a ubiquitous death in this jungle. It can always intercept and kill the team of our race for food and delivery, and the high-level deserter last night The news brought was not very favorable. The person had been sent to the ancestral court, but the chieftain was him."

　　Speaking of this, the voice of the ghost rattan stopped abruptly, and no longer spoke, and the old deserter looked at the blood pool in front of him again, and continued to ask faintly:

　　 "The chieftain is retreating in the inner sanctuary and can't contact?"

　　 The chief of the Guiteng tribe, who was burly in shape and covered almost his entire face with thorns and ghosts, did not respond, but the silence represented acquiescence, so the old deserters spoke, and the voices of aging and tyranny around the blood pool continued to sound.

"You have asked the high-level deserter who knows the information to come here. I want to ask myself, there are not enough deserters gathered around, so speed it up. The blood pool in front of you will consume quickly. To be supplemented."

　　 "Yes!"

　　Gui Fujita bowed his head and stepped back away, leaving only the elderly deserter standing alone by the blood pond, looking at the blood pond in front of him, with a dazed expression on his complexion.

　　He has lived for a long time, and it is extremely rare among the deserted people whose lives are like grass and mustards. As a high-level deserter, his wisdom is not low, and as he grows older, he becomes more and more intelligent.

In his life, Xiang Xiang’s blood pool of this size and such a huge blood pool is rare, and after fighting with the human race, the deserted people who died were also the first time, even if the barbarian ancestors were attacked before, the most tragic In World War I, there were not so many deserters who were so arbitrarily obliterated.

　　 Therefore, smelling the **** smell in front of him, the old deserter felt fear, and he even felt that he was about to die.

Perhaps it was the will of heaven in the dark. The old deserters only felt a strong coldness, and then the coldness swept outward from the tail vertebrae, and the blood all over the body seemed to stop flowing, but this place is Nanban, the temperature is hot, like Summer, there has never been a Nanban in winter!

　　 There will be no cold feeling here, and the old deserters feel this biting cold for the first time.

Suddenly, there was an extremely flustered and noisy roar from the deserted people. The old deserted people raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. Then he saw a golden streamer, which was piercing at an extremely fast speed. The sky above, came above the blood pool.

　　 Within the streamer, there was a huge figure stretching its wings, covering the sky and the sun that had just risen, leaving a huge shadow on the blood pool.

　　 The old deserter kept his eyes open, letting tears trickle down. Although the sun above the dome was obscured, in his eyes, this figure was even more dazzling, and the glow emitted was more violent.

　　 This is the manifestation of light and heat in the world.

　　 The old deserter seemed to be in this golden giant shadow, and he felt an indifferent gaze, extremely cold.

　　 "The giant ancestors are here, our clan is in danger!"

　　 A melancholy murmur came from the mouth of the old deserter, and then within his eyes, a huge golden beam of heaven and earth light continued to expand, and then filled the entire pupil.

In the next second, the center of the Guiteng tribe was directly pierced by a golden beam of light that penetrates the sky and the earth. The beam of light impacted into the huge blood pool below, and countless blood was evaporated by the extreme high temperature and turned into blood mist. The water level in the pool drops straight down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　The ancient ruins hero Dao soul supernatural power. The scorching sun roasts.

　　 Phoenix opened a gap above the holy sun!