In mid-air, the clan father and the high priest of the Tiancong tribe looked at the earth coldly, exhausted and murderous. They both agreed with Zhang Wen clan's arrangement.
"This battle is about to end."
Following the arrangement of Zhang Wenzu from the Tian Cong tribe, it galloped away from three directions, like three sharp blades piercing into the Wushen tribe, the sound of killing immediately suddenly became strong.
Even in the Tiancong tribe, chariots composed of magic weapons occasionally shot out amazing Changhong, constantly destroying all obstacles in front of them, making the Wushen tribe precarious.
In mid-air, more than one hundred Yuan Ying monks, and more than twenty totem saint ancestors showed their peak combat power and suppressed everything. Such a force, even in the Southern Region, is comparable to a powerful sect. .
The cruelty of the war, the shrinking of the Crow God tribe, and the madness of the thorns made the magic magical powers in this place colorful, and the roaring sound spread throughout the nine days.
The parrot was in the air, and his eyes were red at this moment. It saw the fall of the Crow God tribe after another. The feeling of getting more and more uncomfortable made it think of some uncomfortable memories in the memory.
Pi Dong's body trembled, looking at the earth and all directions. Although it was immortal, it was like a parrot, watching the monks around him die one by one. The feeling was heart-piercing.
"Old bird, why don't you unlock the seal and kill them!"
"Your sister, I can't untie it, I can't untie it!!" The parrot roared and rushed out with red eyes.
The Wushen tribe shrank again, and the loud noise was so loud that it had given up offensive and changed to defense. All around were the tribal tribesmen from the sky, combined with more than 20 totems and more than 100 infant monks to shoot, the vine thorns, It immediately collapsed on a large scale, and it seemed that it would not take long before death.
At this moment, suddenly, a roar came from not far away. Immediately afterwards, people from the tribe for more than 30 days could be seen joining hands to look at a huge black pillar that needed no one to embrace.
There are countless fierce beasts carved on this pillar, full of vicissitudes and simplicity. It seems that how many years have existed, and they were carried slowly by more than 30 people. Of these more than 30 people, each of them was naked, with foreheads streaming down. Sweat, it seems that this thing is extremely heavy, gathering their strength, can't hold it for too long.
There are not one pillar like this on the battlefield, but three!
Surrounding the Wushen tribe, there was a black pillar like this in three directions, about one hundred feet long, slowly moved.
From the sky, these three black pillars seemed to be three huge black nails, emitting bursts of black air, and they seemed to be stained with the grievances of countless beasts, and they continued to surround them.
"Suppression!" Zhang Wenzu flashed his eyes in midair and suddenly spoke.
The moment he spoke, all the tribal clansmen from the sky immediately heard the sound of complex spells. The sound echoed, gradually shaking the earth, and roaring into sound waves.
When turning around, three huge black nails in three directions outside the Wushen tribe, suddenly seemed to be drawn by the force of this spell, and they floated up and stood in mid-air.
"Long dying!" Tian Cong's clan father and high priest, the two raised their right hands, and shook their brows sharply, and immediately shook their whole body. When blood spurted out, the expression was distorted and the last curse came out with complicated slurs. !
This spell seemed to have absorbed the lives of the two of them, and when it was spread, it echoed the entire battlefield, causing everyone who heard it to stumble into a trance for a while, as if being seduced.
As he approached, the three huge black nails suddenly went straight to the ground and fell, with a loud bang, and the three huge black nails landed in three directions outside the Wushen tribe at the same time, directly piercing the ground.
The moment they pierced the ground, a huge black mask came down in an instant, connected by three nails, and directly enveloped the Crow God tribe.
At the same time, the members of the Wushen tribe, within this black hood, all of them, men, women, old and children, as well as the demons, all instantly showed signs of withering in their bodies.
As he approached, the Nascent Soul Monk and Totem Saint Ancestor from the tribe in mid-air were scattered into three parts, descending around the three black nails, spreading all the monks, bombarding the nails from top to bottom.
With each bombardment, these three nails will penetrate into the ground several feet, and even with them, the black light curtain will also enrich everything. When countless lightning flashes looming, the people of the Wushen tribe who are shrouded in it will wither more and more seriously, one by one. Showing despair, it seems as if the sky said from the tribe that the whole clan will be extinct, and no one will remain.
"The Three World Spirit Destruction Nails... This treasure is the most precious treasure from the tribe of heaven. If it hadn't been for this Crow God tribe who had always resisted and hadn't contracted, it would be really hard for us to use it."
"I hope that the vitality of their entire clan can be of some help to the ancestors." Tian Cong tribe's clan father and high priest, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. This war, which has lasted for more than half a month, is finally coming to an end.
Relieved, not only the two of them, but also the tribesmen of the Tiancong tribe around him, Zhang Wenzu was the only one who looked indifferent, and there was still a hint of excitement about the killing in his eyes.
"It's very tenacious. The more you struggle, the faster your vitality will dissipate, and the faster you will die."
The sound of booming and booming continued to be heard, and the nails went deeper and deeper into the earth, and the members of the Wushen tribe were all thinner. No matter the sky or the big hair, they were all in this list.
There is also despair, but more, it is in struggling. The resentment and madness in the eyes are fused together and turned into hatred. This hatred needs blood to resolve and the extermination to offset.
"Useless struggle." High priest Tian Congbu spoke lightly.
"To blame, you can only blame your Totem Ancestor for killing someone who shouldn't be killed, and provoking my heavenly tribe ancestor who shouldn't be provoked. Perhaps this person is now dead, dying in the clone of Huyan ancestor. Down." The clan father of the Tiancong tribe smiled slightly, with a somewhat arrogant expression. He looked at the Wushen tribe with a touch of contempt.
"If your sister died, he wouldn't die... Um? Huh?" The parrot was in the middle of the hood, and immediately scolded when he heard the words, but the words were half-talked. It suddenly froze, paused, and looked away violently. Place.
Just at the insistence of the Crow God tribe, when the parrot looked at the ground far away, when the parrot looked at the ground, the ground shook suddenly. This vibration was not the vibration of the nail going deep into the ground, but it was stronger and more majestic, such as Earth-shaking, roaring and shaking the sky!
It seems that in the distance, there are many giants running, and when their steps fall, the earth trembles.
Immediately afterwards, a fishy smell of the sea rushed to the face, and a violent wind was set off in the sky. This wind blew the sand and soil, and within it, there was a monstrous evil spirit, which spread loudly.
This shock was first noticed by the clansmen of the Tian Cong tribe, as the more than 100 Yuan Ying and more than 20 Totem Saint Ancestors in mid-air looked up.
They saw... There was a violent wind in the sky!
This wind is grim and howling, in this wind, there are hundreds of thousands of ghosts!
At the moment they saw these ghosts, the hundred-odd yuan infant monk and totem saint ancestor took a deep breath. At this moment, the surrounding sky and other tribesmen also saw this scene.
At the same time... the roar of the earth became stronger and stronger, and everyone finally saw that on the earth in the distance, following the shaking, there were seven huge figures that jumped up and stepped on the ground with a thud. They were seven. The purple giant!
The fishy smell of the sea became more and more intense, and the appearance of these seven thousand-foot giants immediately caused all the clansmen of the tribe to hear bursts of inhalation.
"What is this..." Zhang Wenzu was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widened, revealing unbelievable, his heart roared strongly, and he recognized at a glance what the seven purple giants were made of.
"Zi Hai... They are giants made up of Zi Hai!" The high priest of Tian Cong tribe said silently at this moment, with an incredible expression on his face.
"Purple Sea Giant... The giant in the front, holding in his hands, is..." Tian Cong tribe's clan father suddenly shrank his eyes and looked at him fiercely.
The moment he saw, the high priest and the Yuanying monks from the Tiancong tribe also noticed one after another. Seeing them all, at the moment their eyes condensed, everyone, for a moment, seemed to stop breathing.
"The clansmen of the Jinwu tribe!!"
"It was a member of the Jinwu tribe who was captured before and sent to Shidafang City!!"
Just these days when the monks from the tribe were shocked one by one, suddenly, in the sky, in the gust of wind, there was a huge red figure, booming, and the speed was so fast that it set off a monstrous suffocation, and the color of the sky and the earth changed. , The wind and cloud rolled back, forming a thrilling coercion, went straight to the sky and came from the tribe.
The intensity of this coercion was felt by everyone, as if it were a mighty sky.
It was a huge scarlet mastiff. On top of that mastiff’s head, stood a man in Tsing Yi. The man had dark black hair, cold eyes, and a gloomy expression. There seemed to be boundless and rich murderous intent on him. For a moment, it broke out.
"Meng Hao!" Zhang Wenzu was breathing fast, and he recognized Meng Hao in an instant. Outside Momen, his impression of Meng Hao was extremely strong.
The same people who recognized Meng Hao were the clan fathers and priests of the Tiancong tribe, as well as some other Yuanying monks. The moment they saw Meng Hao, their minds roared.
They knew that the ancestor's clone had gone to hunt down Meng Hao before, but... But now, Meng Hao is coming, and the deep meaning behind this makes everyone feel shocked.
Even at this moment, the Wushen tribe people who were enveloped by the black light curtain, among them the old people who migrated along with Meng Hao in those years, were trembling, and they all saw the Scarlet Mastiff standing in mid-air. Meng Hao.
There was almost no difference from the way they were more than a hundred years ago, and they trembled with excitement.
"Welcome the return of Lord Saint Ancestor!!"
The tribesmen who were born in the surroundings over a hundred years or later joined the Wushen tribe froze one by one. The moment they saw Meng Hao, the appearance of Meng Hao merged with the statue of Meng Hao in their minds. Made the same excitement.
"Welcome the return of Lord Saint Ancestor!!"
"Welcome the return of Lord Saint Ancestor!!" Their voices, roaring the world, with the hope of rising, with the excitement of madness, echoed in all directions, Meng Hao's voice also spread all around at this moment.
"I am back."