The two noble divine warriors did not move. The bodies of the other thirteen divine warriors slowly rose from the water and stood on the waves.
The white-haired man sitting cross-legged glanced around and uttered two words: "Monster clan."
Without saying a word, the thirteen protoss geniuses began to build up momentum. They neatly drew out the golden long swords at their waists, and each swung out a ray of golden sword energy, flashing towards the gathering point of the demon clan.
In the void, chants rang out from all directions. The loud chants caused the thirteen rays of golden sword energy to combine together to form a giant sword energy surrounded by countless divine patterns.
The giant sword energy was astonishingly powerful. A flying sword seemed to be able to cut the entire void into pieces. The divine patterns spread on it also make the sword energy forcibly combined together unrivaled.
The demon clan warriors jumped into the air one after another, not daring to collide with the sword energy formed by the combined efforts of these thirteen people.
Any one of these thirteen warriors from the God Clan has a 60% chance of winning in a fight with them alone. Now that they are together, there is no way they would dare to fight head-on.
Only Kong Yuan, the grandson of the Maurya King, looked furious and did not jump into the air. The Heavenly Saint Law behind him changed, forming peacock feathers that were hundreds of meters long and stuck behind him.
The purple feathers are shining with crystal purple light, like a peacock spreading its tail, and it is extremely beautiful. He stretched out his hand, and a loud peacock chirped.
The space vibrated, and the divine patterns on the giant sword energy were affected and began to break inch by inch.
Pushing his palm forward, the huge peacock screen flower behind him shone brightly, crystal clear, and the huge sword energy that broke the divine pattern was directly shattered by his palm.
The peacock screen of flowers lingered behind him. Kong Yuan looked at the white-haired man with a sullen face and said, "Di Wuque, what do you mean, do you want to kill them all?"
The white-haired man Di Wuque said slightly surprised: "Yes, it seems that your cultivation has reached the peak of semi-saint perfection. You can stay."
The other demon clan warriors who were suspended in the air were all dissatisfied. Tu Ze had the most explosive temper and cursed: "Fuck you, Di Wuque, you are just a son of a god now. Do you really think that you are the peerless god king?"
After saying that, I wanted to rush down again.
Di Wuque raised his head slightly, glanced coldly, and locked Tu Ze firmly with his powerful mental power.
Feeling a vast force surrounding him, Tu Ze's arrogant posture immediately froze and stopped in the air, not daring to move rashly.
"You can stay if you want, as long as you can catch the combined attack of thirteen warriors of our clan."
Tu Ze's heart suddenly became angry. If he were to fight alone, he might be able to barely defeat one of them by showing up as a demon, but of course it was just maybe.
Thirteen protoss geniuses jointly attacked, but no matter how hard they could withstand it, their temper suddenly broke out. But as soon as he saw Dao Emperor Wuque's eyes, he immediately stopped and became extremely depressed.
Everyone in the demon clan was indignant and shouted to fight with these people. Some of them also turned to Kong Yuan for help.
Kong Yuan deliberately ignored it. He knew better than anyone that the terrifying thirteen people in front of him were not a big problem at all. The real difficulty is the white-haired man who didn't take action, and the white-haired woman.
One of them is the Son of God and the other is the Goddess. They have already become famous throughout Kunlun. If these two people take action together.
Even he couldn't protect himself, and the entire demon clan had to be driven out. If Di Wuque didn't kill them all and left him a seat, he would naturally not say anything more.
"Di Wuque, you can keep your word. I will take this move."
Xiaotian Houfeng suddenly spoke and said to Di Wuque.
"Of course it counts. When did my Di Wuque's words cease to count?"
There was a look of satisfaction in Di Wuque's eyes. As long as someone accepted this condition, it would be fine. He didn't want to see a fatal outcome.
As long as one person accepts it, the overall situation for the Monster Clan is settled.
Under the watchful eyes of the other demon clan warriors, Little Sky Monkey forcibly took the sword, exceeding everyone else's expectations.
Although he was a little embarrassed and vomited blood, the little sky monkey was not seriously injured, only slightly injured.
The depth of Di Wuque's eyes shone brightly, and he could see the suspicion in them at a glance. This little Sky Monkey has good strength, but his ability to catch this sword relies on a king-level secret treasure in his body.
But he didn't break the point, and nodded slightly, indicating that he could stay.
The other demon warriors didn't know what they were doing, and three more people came to pick him up. As a result, they were all seriously injured and vomited blood, and even more seriously, they were almost cut in half.
None of the sacred defensive treasures on his body had much effect.
Such a result made the others take a deep breath and dare not say anything more. In the end, only two people from the demon clan remained, Kong Yuan, the grandson of the Peacock King, and Xiaotian Houfeng.
Such movement naturally attracted all the warriors from the other three tribes.
Xiao Chen did not stop practicing, but with his spiritual consciousness outside, he knew everything.
I have long heard about the strength of the God Clan, and I finally understood it when I saw it today. Without moving, Di Wuque drove away all eight genius warriors from the Demon Clan with a wave of his hand.
It seems decisive and domineering, but the tactics used in it are also amazing.
If the demon clan did not solve it well and let them all counterattack, then the geniuses of other clans would definitely not be so easy to talk to. Joining forces to fight against him was obviously not the result he wanted.
The woman in the red dress who Xiao Chen had met once before in the ghost tribe stretched out her hand and pulled all the warriors in her tribe behind her.
Her cheeks, as white as snow, were cold and lifeless, as breathtakingly beautiful as before.
"Di Wuque, what on earth do you want to do?" the woman in the red dress said in a cold, lifeless voice.
Di Wuque seemed to be a master of uncanny craftsmanship, and the handsome face he carved showed no change at all. He said: "I have made it very clear what I want to do. The essence of the divine spring in this pool is obviously limited."
"It is obviously abnormal for so many people to absorb limited resources, so naturally some people have to be driven away."
The woman in the red dress's eyes flashed, and she muttered: "Then what you mean is that everyone must catch it, and only the sword of the thirteen of you can be retained."
Di Wuque raised his head and sneered, the light in his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and said: "I didn't say this to you Qingcheng, I said this to the people of the demon clan. When I say it to you ghost clan and corpse clan, Don’t you know martial arts?”
"The Yin Soldier clones and the Heavenly Corpse clones can both block the fatal blow for you. Both of your clans combined can only leave two people for me."
By the end of his words, Di Wuque's tone was cold and lifeless.
"Both of your tribes are cultivating the way of death. There is no power of death for you to use in this Tianlu Divine Spring. If you want to take action, come and fight, but I won't even give you two places."
Di Wuque's tone was very domineering, and it hit the vitality gates of both clans at once, making the peerless geniuses of the two clans dare not vent their overwhelming resentment.
This person is very kingly, and he is not the kind of kingly person who is brave and foolhardy. This kind of person is often the most terrifying.
The ghost clan and zombie clan gathered together to discuss for a while, and finally decided to give up, leaving behind Wang Can and the woman in red dress Qingcheng.
After finishing the ghost tribe and the corpse tribe, Di Wuque finally set his sights on the last human race.
The weaker people among the human race couldn't help but worry. Di Wuque easily defeated the demon race, ghost race and zombie race, and finally faced the human race alone, which put a lot of pressure on them.
Di Wuque glanced at the frightened people in the human race, sneered in his heart, and said like a king: "Except for Yan Shisan and the Third Holy Son, the rest of you can get out."
The Third Holy Son couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. After all, Emperor Wuque was still afraid of the three of them and didn't dare to mess around.
Shui Lingling was speechless when she saw the appearance of the Third Holy Son. The zombie clan and ghost clan were restricted by the environment and did not dare to fight to the death.
The demon clan is the weakest overall and they work in separate camps, so Di Wuque doesn't pay attention to them at all.
The human race is not subject to any restrictions here, and its overall strength is the strongest. As long as the three holy sons ascend and shout.
With the combined efforts, even if they were defeated by the people of the God Clan, it would still last for two hours, making them unable to absorb the essence of the divine spring with peace of mind. Emperor Wuque would definitely take action.
But at this moment, Di Wuque's light words immediately shattered the fighting spirit of the three holy sons, and the others had to leave even if they didn't want to.
Just when the others were indignant and extremely depressed, Yan Shisan suddenly stood up, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.
With a flip of his hand, the Heavenly Ice Sword appeared in his palm, and he sneered: "It's rare for the Son of God to think so highly of Yan, but whether I, Yan Shisan, will stay or go, it's your turn to interrupt."
After finishing speaking, the Tianbing Sword was unsheathed in an instant. The sword was half an inch out, and black murderous intent swept out like a wild dragon storm.
In an instant, most of the vast vitality in the divine spring pool was cut off by this half-inch of killing sword energy.