Chapter 239: The Failure of the Ant Tribe

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The ants fell into chaos and began to run around without direction.

The ant army without collective consciousness was just a threatening loose sand. They couldn't even retreat collectively, and they just relied on primitive instincts to act.

The monks also started a counterattack at this time. One after another powerful immortal spells bombarded the giant ants fleeing everywhere, and blood and broken meat were splashing. Soon, the corpses of the ants on the edge of the abyss of all evil covered the earth.

The battle line slowly pushed to the white sand land. After a while, the giant ant wave was completely defeated and annihilated by the monks who rose up to resist.

The raging fire burned the bodies of the ants, like a fire dragon circling along the abyss of all evil, devouring their last existence in this world.

Hundreds of thousands of giant ant armies were destroyed by the coalition of monks from the Heavenly Court and Tianhe State. Although the monks won the battle, they did not leave, but consolidated their defensive strongholds and prepared for the next battle.

As long as the Black Mist Bridge was not broken, they had no reason to leave.

An Lin rode Dabai back to the stronghold set up by the Heavenly Court.

As soon as the more than 100 monks came back, the students in the stronghold cheered loudly, to cheer and congratulate the heroes who had penetrated deep into the enemy's hinterland and successfully carried out the decapitation mission.

An Lin waved to the classmates on the golden wall and landed in the crowd.

"Brother An, Brother An, you killed the Ant King, tell me quickly, what does the Ant King look like!?" Miao Tian ran over, grabbed An Lin's arm and asked impatiently.

She was dressed in pink clothes, and after a fierce battle, she seemed to have just taken a bath, with water droplets still hanging on her black short hair, looking fresh and lovely.

Luo Ziping, Sun Shenglian and Zong Yongyan also surrounded her, with a look of curiosity.

"What else can the ant king look like? It looks like an ant." An Lin shook his head. "The battle was so intense that I didn't have time to take a photo with my phone."

"Oh? Then how did you kill the ant king? The ant tribe's nest is a place like a dragon's den and a tiger's lair. It must be difficult to kill it." Zong Yongyan said while shaking his fan.

"Well, we dropped a hydrogen bomb and a nuclear bomb, and then the ant king was blown to death." An Lin did not hide it and spoke honestly.

"Pah." Zong Yongyan's hand trembled, and the fan fell to the ground in fear.

Miao Tian: "..."

Luo Ziping: "..."

Sun Shenglian blinked: "..., hydrogen bombs and nuclear bombs explode ants..."

An Lin nodded: "The ant king is not an ordinary ant. She is as big as a mountain and lays eggs as fiercely as a mudslide, hundreds of giant eggs at a time..."

They did not get to know the inside story of the decapitation mission, so it is normal to be surprised.

Now that the decapitation mission was over, An Lin vividly described the details of the battle to them, and also bragged about his deeds of beheading the giant ant, which was a way to adjust his mood during the war.

In the southern part of the White Sand Land.

There is a place with beautiful mountains, clear water and greenery.

A white city is located between the mountains. The rich vitality fills the whole world. This is the holy land of the ant tribe.

Many giant ants that can walk upright and have strong auras are kneeling in front of a black egg in the center of the city.

Complex golden lines on the ground continue to extend to the surroundings.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see that the golden lines cover the entire land. It is an extremely huge formation.

And the center of the formation is this black ant egg.

Strands of soul power continue to gather on the egg along the formation. In the battlefield far away, hundreds of thousands of giant ants died in battle, and hundreds of thousands of black soul power gathered here along the formation. The soul power of the monks who died in the mouth of the giant ant was white, and it also gathered here along the formation and merged into this small eggshell.

No one knows what kind of existence is bred in this egg, but the ant tribe calls it "king".

"Chief, now the two ant kings have begun to move to the abyss of all evil, and there are millions of ant soldiers following." A white giant ant half-knelt on the ground and spoke respectfully to the giant ant in front of him.

The giant ant called the chief is as thin as a wooden pole, holding a red scepter in his hand, and his aura is as vast as the sea, which makes people feel submissive at a glance.

Facing the content reported by the white giant ant, it just nodded slightly, and seemed not to take it to heart, but simply ordered: "Do it, as long as it is a battle with the human race, it doesn't matter how many troops are invested..."

The chief looked at the black giant egg with a solemn expression, and continued:

"We must use sacrifice to welcome the arrival of the king!"

However, as soon as it finished speaking, the world was instantly quiet.

In the sky, endless divine power crushed.

"You are not qualified to take advantage of the human race's sacrifice."

The voice was like nine-layer thunder, exploding in the sky and earth with supreme majesty.

Many giant ants with powerful auras were frightened by the voice and knelt down with a bang, shaking all over.

This is a kind of kingly power that is the only one in the world, a true god!

"Emperor Ziwei, what are you doing here?" The ant tribe's patriarch looked at the man with silver hair standing proudly in the sky, and his face finally changed.

Emperor Ziwei pinched his hand seal, his eyes contained thousands of stars, dazzling.

A twinkling star flew out from between his fingers and fell towards the black giant egg: "I came here to teach you a lesson..."

"How dare you!?" The ant clan leader's expression changed drastically, and he shouted almost furiously.

The starlight fell into the center of the formation, and the world became dark. Only the light of the purple star became the main color of everything.

The earth shook, and the golden lines were decomposed by the light of the purple star, and the layers were shattered.

The giant formation covering the entire white sand field completely collapsed at this moment...

The leader of the ant clan's eyes widened and his body trembled: "Emperor Ziwei, you are crazy! If you do this, the king will not be born smoothly, and humans will only die more in the future..."

"The people of Kyushu Realm will only choose to die in battle rather than die in vain."

Emperor Ziwei put his hands behind his back, and after saying these words, he walked away.

Where many strong men from the ant clan gathered, no one dared to hinder his departure at this moment.

Deep in the abyss of evil, in the darkness of chaos.

A sigh came faintly, a little helpless and a little emotional.

"That's all..."

The abyss of evil.

The bridge of black mist gradually dissipated like floating clouds in the sky.

The monks from the major immortal cultivating sects looked at the scene in front of them and were a little unable to recover.

At the Heavenly Court stronghold, many students and teachers also looked at the scene in front of them with different expressions.

There is shock, confusion, excitement...

It wasn't until Lingxiao Sword Immortal's telepathic voice and a word from Emperor Ziwei were heard that everyone could not help but feel joyful and even cheered.

The fog bridge has completely collapsed, the ant clan's plan has been terminated, they succeeded! !

The tense nerves can finally relax completely.

Many students fell to the ground without any strength, their eyes were red, and some burst into laughter.

They won this battle. Among these people, some students have left forever, but more of them ushered in the most important transformation in their lives during this battle.

This special defense battle was recorded in the history of Xiuxian United University.

Ten thousand students and one hundred teachers participated in the war, and 376 students and two teachers died in this battle. This shriveled data record is not conspicuous among the many major events in school history, and it has not attracted too many people's attention. But this extraordinary session has just begun...