Chapter 1290: The Allied Forces of All Races Destroyed

boom!

Boom!

The counter-insurgency war in the starry sky is in full swing.

The God-Transforming Heavenly Lords charged and fought, fighting with their opponents, and from time to time they joined forces to smash one or two enemy spells. At the rear, the tens of thousands of immortal sects recruiting legions and fleets roared continuously, and each salvo would inevitably bring hundreds of thousands of alien armies. Death, or the death of several god-transformation monks.

Even the Immortal Lords who commanded the fleet still had the energy to focus their naval cannons on the Cyborg King from time to time, breaking several of the Cyborg King's ribs and forcibly breaking them while he was fighting with the two emperors.

He was so angry that he even wanted to bypass the obstruction of the two emperors and smash those scary and weak ants with the Bone Emperor Hammer.

Unfortunately, this is delusional.

Under the siege of countless naval guns and the two emperors, even if the Cyborg King was holding the seventh-level Hedao racial weapon of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon clan, it was of no avail. He was pushed back one after another, and his aura continued to dim.

During his leisure time in the battle, Cyborg King looked around, feeling even more panicked.

He is still at a disadvantage here.

And the surrounding situation is collapsing!

The Blood River King commanded dozens of god-transformed heavenly kings, and they kept charging and killing under the cover of many naval guns. The bloody sword formation spread out, one sword after another. The military formations cooperated closely, and the combat power displayed in an instant was even He surpassed the two human emperors and defeated hundreds of foreign kings and allied forces of all races.

Kings of all races continue to die.

The allied forces of all races died like swarms of ants. Nascent Soul, Golden Pill, and Establishment, these elite monks in the Small Thousand World, died worthless at this moment. They were everywhere, inconspicuous at all.

The Allied Forces of Ten Thousand Races claim to have an army of hundreds of millions, but they are unable to put their power in one place. Facing the attack of the Immortal Sect's levied fleet, they have no power to resist. They are like a tall, burly, fat man who is full of fat. , every move is difficult and slow.

Under the cover of countless naval guns, the Blood River King became super powerful!

He slashed out with his sword, killing several Avatars, and slashed out with his sword again. The entire race army collapsed, the military formation was shattered, and the naval cannons destroyed everything.

The chaotic and unsystematic attacks of the coalition of all races could not pose much of a threat to them.

Under such horrific casualties, many monks from all races began to fear, and their morale quickly fell to the bottom. Many places began to flee, but they could barely hold on under the threat of the race king's strict orders and restrictions.

However, now, kings of all races are dying!

The king is necessary for the survival of a race.

If the kings are dead, the entire race will be destroyed. The external enemies will not let them go, and the internal coalition races will not let them go either, and will eat them alive.

Under this situation, the kings of many races began to despair and wanted to surrender.

Unfortunately, the Immortal Sect clearly informed that everyone who directly and indirectly participated in the massacre will die, and there will be no pardon. Their surrender will not be accepted. This is the reason why they are still persisting now and are unwilling to give up.

However, this kind of persistence also has its limits. Under constant death, so-called persistence is extremely fragile.

The situation is already obvious.

If there is no miracle, the coalition of all races will be defeated, and all races that have participated in the rebellion will pay a terrible price, the kind of bloody price that no king can dare to imagine.

"Flower Vine!"

"You are the emperor's son of the Skeleton Blood Emperor Clan!"

Cyborg King was a little desperate and roared: "Why do you want to help the human race? Why are you willing to become a slave?"

"Come back!"

"Don't be fooled by human slaves anymore, come and fight alongside me!"

"This is the path you should walk."

Cyborg King's voice even sounded pleading: "You are better than me, you should become the emperor of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon, the Bone Emperor Hammer should be handed over to you, and the foundation of the Skeleton Blood Imperial Clan should be handed over to you, as long as you can Lead the revival of the Skeleton Blood Imperial Clan and restore the hegemony of our ancestors. So what if I am loyal to you?"

"Come back!"

He said with a cry.

"madness!"

"You idiot!"

Huateng's expression was indifferent.

The thousands of bone swords around him became more and more fierce, cutting down one after another terrifying gray-white sword light, cutting through layers of space, and tearing apart bone chains one after another.

"I am a human race!"

"Cyborg, you are a lowly skeleton-blooded vine demon. You had the possibility of becoming a human, but you gave up and fell. Now you want to drag me into the water."

"How stupid is this?"

Huateng said coldly: "You have trapped the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Clan!"

"The Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Clan could have bathed in the glory of the Immortal Sect and lived freely under the laws of the Immortal Sect. They did not need to be subject to any restrictions except the laws of the Immortal Sect. Even the Emperor of the Immortal Sect would not be executed for no reason. The blood-skeleton vine demon who has committed no crime.”

"Isn't living like this better than living precariously between realms?"

"In addition, the extremely outstanding Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Clan can ascend to the human race and truly become a member of the realm's overlords, gaining a status that far exceeds that of the Skeleton Blood Imperial Clan in the past."

"Now, future, path, what not?"

"In that case, why did you betray me?"

"You damn fool!"

Huateng said angrily: "Do you know that because of your existence, my ideological and moral score has dropped by four points! Is about to drop by 130 points?!"

"You damn fool!"

call out!

She put her palms together, and countless bone swords gathered together, condensing into a hazy and terrifying bone sword in her hand. With a terrible momentum, she slashed at the skull of the Steel Bone King, forcing him back. The sword marks on the skull were deep and terrifying.

The ideology and morality of the Xianmen.

This is the heart of Tao, but also reality, background investigation, character experience, and a very complex evaluation system. It is one of the crystallizations of wisdom in the past ten thousand years of the Xianmen.

The betrayal of the Skeleton Blood Vine Monster Clan undoubtedly affected the ideological and moral scores of all people in the entire race.

"Me, idiot?"

"You are crazy, really crazy!"

"Crazy!"

The Steel Bone roared heartbreakingly: "You have been hit by the soul restriction of the human race's "Tao Heart Seed Demon Slave Sutra". Your soul has been lost, so that you fall into such a ridiculous and childish fantasy."

"Could it be that God wants to destroy my Skeleton Blood Imperial Clan?"

"I will not accept it!"

He was extremely disappointed and powerless.

No matter how the Steel Bone King roared, he could not change the rapid tilt of the war situation.

The cannons of the fleet of the Xianmen Recruiting Corps roared continuously, and the Blood River King led the incarnation monks to charge and kill one incarnation after another, and destroyed one alien army after another. Hundreds of thousands of alien monks died, and the starry sky was filled with blood and bones.

This battlefield with endless blood flowing is simply a holy place for blood monks.

Under countless deaths, the monks of all races are also living beings, not machines, and the kings are also living beings, and there are limits after all.

At a certain moment.

"Escape, escape..."

"If you can escape for a while, go find the eight major immortal sects, and you may survive."

A king of the mountain rock giant clan sacrificed himself to block a shrill blood-colored sword light for his clan members, and his body was broken into two halves.

At the last moment of his life, he said to the last king of the clan, his last son: "My clan has reached the end of the road, you try your best... to survive."

After that, his soul was chopped to pieces by the sword intent in the blood light.

Bang!

The last light of his soul collapsed, turned into clusters of spiritual light particles, and dissipated.

"Father!"

The last rock giant king embraced his father's rubble bones, tears flowing like a spring.

He remembered that day.

At that time, after all kinds of thinking and hesitation, his father finally made up his mind to slaughter the citizens of the Demon Sect, and then told him with high spirits that the rock giant clan would become the master of a world, forever free, and would never become a slave to anyone again.

Never become a slave to anyone, any race!

Freedom!

At that time, his father's eyes were full of hope and joy.

The happiness and joy of his father at that time were something he had never seen before.

However, now, his father has turned into a pile of rubble and can no longer live.

The intense emotions made the last rock giant king hate like crazy, and he wanted to burn everything to fight to the death, no longer caring about everything.

However, in the end, reason still defeated everything.

The last Rock Giant King looked at the battlefield around him indifferently, rolled up hundreds of the best tribesmen, said nothing, completely abandoned the battlefield, burned his blood and fled madly.

"He escaped!"

"The Rock Giant King escaped!"

This scene shocked the hearts of many kings of the Ten Thousand Races who were still struggling to hold on.

Some wanted to continue to hold on and wait for a miracle.

After all, the starry sky of the boundary domain is not a place for the king to survive. Leaving the small world is almost a chronic death.

Some kings sighed and fled madly with a few tribesmen without any hesitation.

The latter continued to appear and increase, causing the situation to slide rapidly into the abyss.

In the end, the kings who still wanted to continue to hold on and hold on were bitter on their faces, and fled to all directions at a faster speed, giving up everything.

Fighting, there is no point.

Collapse.

This battlefield has completely collapsed!

The kings of the Ten Thousand Races and the Ten Thousand Races Coalition have collapsed, countless monks have fled madly, lost all their structures, like a headless fly, and completely lost their threats.

"Kill!"

The Blood River King did not pursue under the order, but turned around to surround and kill the Steel Bone King.

Boom!

At the same time, the Immortal Gate's fleet guns accumulated energy for a long time and fired again, hundreds of thousands of rounds of gunfire, aiming at the Steel Bone King alone.

In this battlefield, all people, all attacks are aimed at him!

Death, clearly coming, inevitable.

"No!"

"The glory of the Skeleton Blood Imperial Clan..."

The Steel Bone King cried blood.

...

At the same time.

In the Sun Lake, the bright blue-clothed boy opened his eyes for the first time, looked at this battlefield, and looked at the distant starry sky.

There, nine figures are emerging.

"Interesting."

"Interesting..."

Jiang Ding finally stood up and thought silently: "The Taoist disciples of the Eight Great Immortal Sects actually have the courage to appear in front of me again. It's really rare. I thought that the same-level enemies in the future only exist in the upper realm and the unknown starry sky."

"Now it seems that I underestimated the heroes of the world."

"Maybe there will be surprises?"