Twenty thousand people, against two hundred thousand people!
This is a war with a huge gap between each other, and even in the eyes of many people, it will be a crush!
Even if the Black Dragon and the Black God tribe are both heroes of a hundred battles, they still have too little chance of winning against a predator tribe ten times more than their own. It seems that the only thing that can be done is to do their best to kill more. Predator.
It seems that this is the only thing that can be done.
But... for the Wushen tribe and the Black Dragon tribe, there is another choice... That is Meng Hao, the totem ancestor of the Wushen tribe, the control of the monsters, the recruitment of the monsters, and the many wars, the Wushen tribe From the beginning of more than a thousand people to today's powerful, it can be said that in every war, Meng Hao's monster group played a crucial role in winning or losing.
Four hundred thousand monsters, the power of terror that no tribe can have, at this moment, has become the blade of destiny that determines everything on this battlefield.
The sound of the roar shook the sky, and the killings of the two sides suddenly started in an instant. The Crow God tribe, the Black Dragon tribe, and the tribesmen were like a sharp knife, and the alliance of the twenty plundering tribes came into contact with each other in the blink of an eye.
The sound of fighting immediately shook the world, and the clan members of the Wushen tribe were a little different from the previous wars. They seemed to be changing positions, intertwined with each other from time to time, as if they were in formation.
The wind was whimpering, the sky and the earth changed, the remnant clouds rolled down, and the entire sky and earth changed drastically at this moment!
The ground shook the mountains, the roaring sound shook the dim sky, the purple rain was falling, and in the downpour, killings were being performed ruthlessly on this land!
Most of the black dragons were completely crazy, and the full-scale explosion of tens of thousands of people made it so that for a while, there was no predator tribe that could stop it.
The clan members of the Wushen tribe are filled with evil spirits and their eyes are blood red. This last battle determines life and death. If you can't live... What's wrong with death! !
The only vitality lies ahead. If you can’t step into the ink soil, instead of losing your aura in the purple sea and withering like a mortal, it is better to burst out all the fire of life at this moment, burn in this war, and die. laugh.
The roar of the sound, the sound of the collapse of the spell, the roar of the low and screaming, at this moment, intertwined into a piece of war music, in the world, there is no more music, there can be this sound, there is no more singing, there can be this The song is shocking.
Xu Bai laughed to the sky, and rushed out. No one could beat him wherever he went. The blood was sprayed on him, with his own, but more of the enemy. His laughter was stern, with Perseverance to hope, with the determination that if you can't live, you'd rather die in battle.
Meng Hao watched this scene, his mind was shaking, his blood was boiling, and bloodshot appeared in his eyes. At this moment, his life was completely ignited by this last battle.
"Under the Momen, it's like a play... And the people on the wall are the spectators. In this battlefield, they are in the play." Meng Hao looked at the more than 20 tribes fighting in front of him, hundreds of thousands of monks, watching closely. Not reaching the border, like a tide of destruction, engulfed in murderous intent, the roar comes.
Purple rain is falling in the sky, and the rain falls on everyone, without beginning and end.
"Whether it's out of the play, or in the play... It's a battle!" Meng Hao's eyes were murderous, and with a wave of his right hand, the 400,000 monsters immediately roared, and went straight to the predator tribe in front.
Here in the Predator Tribe, there are more than one hundred Silongs flying out together, under the protection of layers in mid-air, using their full strength to control their 400,000 monsters, and suddenly confront Meng Hao here.
Even at this time, all the Nascent Soul cultivators from the twenty predator tribes flew out together, one by one, with a cruel intention, and came straight to the two races of the Black Dragon and the Black God.
Their speed, the afterimage of an instant, when they appeared, they were already approaching, the sound of killing, magical powers, roaring, the Crow God and the Nascent Soul monks of the Black Dragon tribe, together, less than 30 people, and Compared with the predator alliances of the twenty tribes, they are absolutely weak.
But... Meng Hao's monster group was enough, and some of the powerful monsters that he separated were immediately added to the battle, and they immediately fought in chaos.
There are also totem saint ancestors from twenty predator tribes. At this moment, with a sharp sound, they rose into the sky, each of them looked different, exuding an amazing aura. When they rushed, most of the totems of the black dragon The holy ancestors also appeared, and the same was true in the Wushen tribe, and there were even more celestial beasts roaring and confronting each other.
This battle, just for the first time, was already shocking.
There are also four totem saint ancestors, and more than a dozen cultivators in the late Yuanying stage. At the moment when this war appeared, they locked Meng Hao and Xu Bai, especially Meng Hao, three totem saint ancestors, and seven The elders from the late Nascent Stage came in an instant. They had already seen the identity of Meng Hao, and knew that as long as Meng Hao died, the demons would disperse, and this battle... could easily be won.
Almost when these people approached Meng Hao, Meng Hao's eyes flashed murderously. When his right hand was raised, thunder light appeared in the scarlet mask. In an instant, the soul of the ancestor of the Li family was released by Meng Hao.
As soon as this soul appeared thunderous and red, with the Li family ancestor as the center, the infinite thunder and lightning rolled away in all directions, and in an instant, it turned the radius of hundreds of meters into a thunder pond.
In the thunder of lightning, the seven Yuan Ying elders who wanted to kill Meng Hao, and four totem saint ancestors could not help but take their bodies. This is not an ordinary thunder, this is the tribulation that the Li family ancestor, as a thunder soul, has absorbed. Of thunder.
When the roar echoed, Meng Hao turned into blue smoke, condensing the black moon, and hurried away at the moment when their bodies halted. When approaching, the magic spear in his hand buzzed out, the magic mist rolled, countless faces inside, rushed out ferociously.
With a screaming scream and turning around, Meng Hao's magic spear directly penetrated the chest of a monk in the early Yuanying stage, and the fog drowned it. When the grinning face swallowed it, Meng Hao's figure disappeared again.
There was a roar, and the seven elders of the late Yuanying stage who chased Meng Hao, and the four totem saint ancestors, galloped.
At the moment they approached again, Meng Hao's blood-colored faces immediately changed, and the blood fairy powers unfolded and roared. When the blood rain was overwhelming, the two sides touched for the first time. Meng Hao's whole body vibrated and spurted blood. Blood came out, and the other party had a few people, and their bodies were a little pale, but they soon chased after them again.
Meng Hao's eyes flickered, before he could wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, his body turned into blue smoke, and even a blood burst. When he appeared, he was behind a monk in the early Yuanying stage. Xiu's whole body was shaken, all the treasures of defense collapsed, and Meng Hao directly penetrated his body, crushing Yuan Ying.
"Meng Hao!! Dare you wait for a fight with me!!" The seven elders who were chasing Meng Hao in the late Yuan Ying immediately yelled, looking murderous.
"Meng is not a stupid person. You seven Yuan Ying fought with me alone in the later stage, and you also asked me if I dare to fight? You people, stop Meng first before speaking." Meng Hao's eyes flashed indistinctly. With a trace of contempt, when he slowly spoke, his body flashed again and disappeared in an instant.
At the same time he disappeared, two other totem saint ancestors appeared instantly, blasting at the place where Meng Hao disappeared before, and seeing Meng Hao escape, the two totem saint ancestors who joined the battle immediately chased over.
In a blink of an eye, Meng Hao was constantly wandering on this battlefield, avoiding the murderous intent again and again, although there were several touches, each time he spewed blood, but as the pill was swallowed, His speed did not decrease in the slightest.
As long as there is a single Yuan Ying in the early stage, and Meng Hao sees it, he will definitely die.
Slowly, more cultivators of the late Yuanying stage joined the team chasing Meng Hao. At this moment, there are nineteen late stage Yuanying stage and nine totem saint ancestors, coming straight to Meng Hao from all around, even Farther away, there are some peak powerhouses who also come with murderous intent.
The corners of Meng Hao’s mouth still showed contempt, flashing, and disappearing again. When he appeared, he was beside a cultivator in the early stage of Yuan Ying in the predator tribe. The cultivator’s complexion changed drastically. When lightning was about to occur, Meng Hao raised his right hand. Swing, and immediately the three-tailed flag blasted out, curling around the person, and going away in an instant.
When loosened, it falls apart!
Under the provocation of Meng Hao, especially his 400,000 monsters, which had a great impact on the entire battlefield, more and more repairs came to kill Meng Hao.
Similarly, because most of the peak combat power was attracted by Meng Hao, the pressure on the Wushen tribe and most of the black dragons was suddenly reduced. Only the contact between the two tribes caused the loss of more than 30%, and even the yuan. The infant elder has fallen.
But the same, the price paid by the Predator Alliance was nearly 30,000 people, all of whom died.
Moreover, the members of the Wushen tribe, the signs of formation became more and more obvious at this moment, and there was even a faint mist appearing between each other!
"Meng Hao, is it possible that you will only fail to escape, you can kill my tribesmen, if you escape like this, then I will take action later to kill the ordinary tribesmen of your Crow God tribe!"
"Yes, such a killing, I will wait too!" When the voice came from these monks who were chasing Meng Hao, Meng Hao turned a deaf ear, still galloping, his figure flickering.
At this moment, on the Momen city wall, watching this scene of the Heavenly Alliance and most of the repairs, they all started laughing and talking.
"This person who can control 400,000 monsters is an individual talent, but it is a pity that one person tries to contain everything, which is extremely stupid."
"It won't be long before this person will die."
In these discussions, Luo Chong clenched his fists. For Meng Hao, he is very complicated...
Duolan frowned and remained silent. Zhang Wenzu beside him always had a smile on his face, as if everyone in the battlefield below were ants in his eyes.
But just in the Predator Alliance, the late Nascent Soul powerhouses who hunted down Meng Hao, seeing that Meng Hao ignored them, and in anger, he prepared to disperse to kill the ordinary tribesmen of the Black God Tribe, forcing Meng Hao to and them. The moment of World War I.
At this moment, the remaining seven thousand people of the Wushen Tribe finally completed the formation. They stopped killing one by one, but began to run. As they ran, the fog burst and rolled towards the surroundings.
Even at this moment, the parrot rushed out and flew in the air, showing arrogance and triumph, and screamed.
"Come on, recite with Wu Ye..."
"Believe in the Fifth Lord, and have eternal life, once the Fifth Lord comes out, who will fight for the front!"