Hum! !
The shock this time was unprecedented.
At this moment, the turbulent fire light shone the entire Valley of the Gods like daylight, and turned the face of every soldier shining pale.
For the first time, the power of horror caused the mountains and valleys in Fushen Valley to shook and collapsed!
Many abysses were buried, and many associated animal poisons were buried!
The cracks on the ground had a great impact on the 300 million Gods. Many people were directly killed by the collapsed rocks, and countless buildings and barriers were crushed to pieces.
The sky is falling apart, the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking!
In the darkness, such a scene is almost like the end of the world.
This caused the sound of Fu Shen Clan's flute to interrupt at least ten breaths of time!
The monstrous pillar of fire and the furious golden head finally tore the God Clan's fearless heart, making them deeply feel the fear of annihilation.
This is war!
Fighting on the ground, bombing in the sky!
Blood, tears, pain, and fear filled everyone's heart.
Only the sun emperor and his temple are high above, like the ancient gods of the sky, strategizing and controlling everything.
Without the 50 million elite legions to jointly control the spirit line of the barrier to resist, the 56th Wrath of the Temple of the Sun Temple directly shook the foundation of the Jiuyou Fushen enchantment and brought it to the Fushen Clan. He Emperor Burial Army was deeply shocked.
This means that even if they strangle the army of the shrine on the ground battlefield and win the victory, the sun shrine in the sky will still destroy the guardian enchantment!
Once Jiuyou is broken, the superiority of the ground legion may disappear.
At that time, the morale of the palace army will have a chance to fight back and slaughter the gods!
This is the coldest and deadliest moment!
The shadow of death and annihilation looms over everyone's heart.
It's like a dagger burning with flames, piercing everyone's heart.
This fear and pain of destruction is enough to make any person fall into collapse at this time and completely lose hope.
The immortal golden human head in the sky has become a nightmare in the hearts of every Fu God tribe and the Emperor Burial Army.
Scared!
Scared!
Scared!
On the battlefield, after this moment of death, there were many heavy breathing sounds.
There are too many people with dry mouths and no expressions. They can only breathe heavily to relieve the fear in their hearts.
This wrath of the shrine is equivalent to hitting the heart of every'resistor', and it beats people's hearts to twitch.
However!
What made Li Tianming suddenly moved to tears was that in the next instant, the sound of Fushengu's flute blew again.
Hiss!
For a time, the flute sounded one after another, like sparks of fire, and soon became a prairie fire, which burned the hearts of every Fu God tribe and Emperor Burial Army.
Such a sharp and ear-piercing sound came from every Fushen clan. They played with all their strength to tell the enemy that they were not frightened, did not yield, and did not fear death!
"Have you heard! Did you hear?"
Fushen Gongyi's voice is hoarse, but penetrates the sky.
"They want us to annihilate the clan, they want us to lay down hundreds of millions of corpses!"
"Why? Just because of being a running dog, kneeling and licking the stronger, you have the right to dominate the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people, and let us subdue the country and the species?"
"Ha ha!"
Fushen Gongyi laughed presumptuously, he was like a magic stick, jumping up and down in the crowd, like crazy.
"Come! Come! Come!"
He directed at the Sun Temple, and said three words in a row, and his expression became more and more ferocious.
"Children! Children! Brothers! Compatriots! Let them see how ruthless our God Clan is, let them see what is meant by fighting to the end!"
"If, today, we don’t want the corpses of the Fushen clan to fill the entire Fushen Valley, if we don’t want our ancestors to pass on for thousands of generations to our generation to be cut off, if we don’t want to turn into ashes and disappear on the sun, if , We still want to pass on this drop of blood of the goddess, then just—"
He took a deep breath, first blew the flute, and then used the most tearing sound, exhausted all his strength, and roared:
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill until the last drop of blood is drained from us! We can perish the God Clan, but before that, Lao Tzu will let the God of War tribe die the whole family and the whole clan!"
After speaking, he held the flute and exhausted all his strength, so that his entire face turned green.
At the same time, the harshest flute was even louder than Jingu's Fury.
In this dark world, the sound of the flute is like a scimitar of the God Clan, cutting the darkness out of the wound.
Li Tianming saw it and was amazed.
Such a scene made his heart extremely heavy.
This kind of Fu God Clan also inspired the emperor's funeral army from afar, and caused these 40 million people to fall into the same emotions.
To be able to fight for such a clan, even if they are cut off here for a lifetime, perhaps many people have no regrets in their hearts.
Li Tianming asked Lan Huang to help. When the flute was loudest, he told everyone in his loudest voice:
"Everyone! We have a chance to win! The Sun Temple has a hundred breaths to attack once. We only need to calculate the time and prepare in advance. Within the 100 breath interval of the two shrine bombings, we all have this shrine. A chance for the army to be strangled into flesh!"
"Now, let them see whether their people die first, or our guardian barrier is broken first!!"
One hundred breaths!
It's really easy to grasp.
Calculating this time and preparing in advance, with their current advantage on the ground battlefield, Li Tianming seriously believes that they do have a chance of winning more than 50%.
If you add the current monstrous anger of the Fu Shen Clan, Li Tianming feels that it is 60%.
"Di Zun, you are more careful this time, but! After all, you are still self-righteous, thinking that only you order the heavenly clan under the world can have the most overbearing clan will!"
"You are the clan of emperors on the sun, yes, but, with the stubborn bloody spirit, what bloody fighting spirit a clan will burst out in the shadow of destruction, you who are above you, can you really predict it?"
Only by mixing at the bottom and connecting the hearts of all people with the thread of sentient beings can Li Tianming understand that every ordinary life is worthy of awe.
What's more, it is the seventh clan in the sky!
On the territory of the Fu Shen Clan, a battle will be fought to destroy them. As long as it is a Fu Shen Clan, they know that they have no retreat to surrender.
You can only sacrifice your life and change your life with the other person.
The opponent may not know how terrible this kind of opponent is, but Li Tianming has already heard it from the eyes of those Fu God races and the sound of their sharp flutes.
Don't talk about them, at this moment, Li Tianming was almost turning into a madman.
To be honest, he was much calmer than Fushen Gongyi.
Fushen Palace Yi made the Fushen tribe go crazy, but Li Tianming gave them the last reason.
That is, the intermittent period of Jingu's fury is one hundred breaths, which is their chance to beat the Jingu army to death!