"Damn it!"
Over the past few years, many Heavenly Venerates of the Saint Race have fought in the ancient universe with almost no damage.
And in this battle, three of them have already fallen, and they are all high-ranking celestial beings!
At the level of Tianzun, it is not difficult to defeat the opponent, but it is very difficult to kill the opponent.
After all, every Tianzun who can reach the step of Tianzun is a super genius with the blessing of great luck. I don't know how many opportunities and how many cards he has to save his life along the way.
Moreover, their own defense is also extremely strong, and their vitality is extremely tenacious.
But such a person, faced with that white spirit ship, was instantly wiped out and instantly killed, which really made them horrified.
You know, 3.6 billion years ago, the Human Race and the Saint Race launched an all-out fierce battle, and the Saint Race side only lost a few hundred Celestial Venerables, and most of them were lower-ranked and middle-ranked Celestials. Now they have lost three high-ranked Celestials in succession. , this loss is already very astonishing.
Moreover, several other Heavenly Venerates were also injured, and their fighting power was weakened. However, their physical bodies are strong and their recovery ability is also amazing. These wounds on their bodies are slowly repairing.
"Why is this spirit ship so strong!"
"What kind of ancient treasure is so terrifying?"
The few Heavenly Venerates were afraid. They were used to beating the ancient tribes and fleeing in all directions. Originally, for them, encircling and suppressing the ancient universe was like beating a dog in the water. It was a war of crushing. When did they think about it. They will experience such setbacks.
"Contain them, don't hit them head-on, be careful of that magical cannon! There are many treasures from the ancient survivors, grab them, and they will be ours!"
There is a top Tianzun sound transmission.
At this time, more and more Saint Clan Heavenly Venerates came!
In the seven universes of the Saint Race, the number of Celestials in each universe can reach three digits. Adding up all the universes, the number of Celestials has already exceeded a thousand. This is an extremely terrifying force.
compared to them. The ancient survivors are too weak. All of them add up, but there are dozens of Heavenly Venerates, far worse than the human race.
"How much energy was consumed by the shot just now?"
The old god emperor stood in front of the formation of Shura's ancient god cannon. asked calmly.
"About 2%. We can fire up to 20 cannons. More than 60% of the energy must be reserved for the shield and the flight formation, and...the number of shots is too much. Our consumption will not be small..."
The Shura Ancient God Cannon can burn energy stones to attack, but it also needs Tianzun to preside over the formation.
Manipulating a magic weapon that surpasses the true god level, the pressure on the Tianzun present can be imagined!
"Twenty guns..."
The old God Emperor crossed his fingers, tapping his fingertips rhythmically, thinking about the form in front of him.
There is no doubt that there is a huge gap in strength between the Primordial Remnant Clan and the Saint Clan, and it is impossible to make up for it with the "Hope" alone.
Even if they fired another twenty cannonballs, they wouldn't be able to kill many Tianzun. Because now that the saint clan Tianzun is on guard, they will avoid the muzzle of Shura's ancient god cannon, and it will be even more difficult to kill them.
"Rush out, don't fight with them."
The old God Emperor is very calm, "Hope" is their only reliance, they want to avoid the saints as much as possible, as long as they rush into the encirclement and break out of the space blockade set by the saints in the chaotic sea of stars, then they can rely on "Hope" Come to use the big space teleportation, that way, they will be safe for the time being.
But the Celestial Lord of the Saint Race will not let the Primordial Survivors get what they want.
In the primordial universe, there are only a few people, and the low-level warriors have already retreated, and the only ones left are Tianzun.
Only warriors of the Heavenly Venerable level can play a role in the face of the "Hope".
Brilliant divine light intertwined in the starry sky, and the energy surged wildly, like a nebula erupting!
The scene of many Heavenly Venerates attacking together is extremely vast.
"Contain them and delay the time!"
The two top Tianzun of the holy race grabbed it, and the golden Gangyuan transformed into a huge palm, directly grabbing the hull of the Hope.
The angles of these two Celestial Venerables were extremely cunning. They avoided the ancient Shura cannon and chose a relatively safe blind spot.
Immediately afterwards, another top celestial venerable sacrificed a magic weapon. This magic weapon was a bronze-colored big bell. The big bell roared, bringing with it rolling thunderstorms, and bombarded heavily on the "Hope"!
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the big bell and the protective cover of the "Hope" collided fiercely!
The big clock was blown away. Although the "Hope" was not damaged, the energy stored in the hull was consumed a lot.
"Fellow practitioners! Extend the distance and consume the energy of the hull. This hull should be a top-notch true god spirit treasure. It is impossible for us to break it, but as long as its energy is exhausted, then the group of ancient survivors will The remaining evils are the turtle in the urn, let us slaughter them!"
The top Tianzun who sacrificed the big bell, his whole body was shining golden, said indifferently.
"Haha, you're right, there's no need to confront them head-on!"
The Celestial Venerables at the scene pulled away one after another, with sneering smiles on their faces, and the divine light of various magic weapons and weapons enveloped the void with a radius of a million miles!
The energy of the "Hope" is slowly being consumed, and Tianzun, who presides over the large formation in the ship, is also consuming his mind.
The Celestial Venerable of the Primordial Survivor Clan is almost fighting ten times as many enemies as himself!
"call out!"
Another bombardment from the Asura Ancient God Cannon!
A thick beam of light pierced through the starry sky, and a terrifying energy storm swept across wantonly.
However, the Saint Celestials were already prepared. They keenly sensed that the Shura Ancient Divine Cannon was accumulating energy, so they avoided it a step ahead. There was only one lower Celestial, whose speed was slow and his perception was not sensitive enough, so he was sucked into it by the energy vortex.
Trapped into such a terrifying energy vortex, the result will naturally be wiped out, without any suspense.
"Damn it!"
A protoss Tianzun who presided over the ancient god cannon of Shura slammed his fist on the altar of the formation, "The artifact left by the ancestors is humiliated in our hands. It has powerful energy, but our ability is low, but we can't bear it." You can't kill this group of vicious dogs!"
The grade of the Shura ancient god cannon is too high, and a group of warriors from the ancient survivors can't handle it at all. It's like a child holding a big ax that is much heavier than his body. It is difficult to lift it. It is too clumsy to cut people. As long as the opponent moves a little faster, he can easily avoid it.
Before the formation altar, Lin Ming watched all this in silence, silently recalling the two consecutive bombardments of the Shura ancient god cannon in his mind.
The flickering lights and shadows of formation runes emerged one after another in his mind, constantly analyzing...
At this moment, with a loud bang, the hull trembled suddenly.
The Saint Celestials are attacking the protective layer of the "Hope" again.
Once the protective layer is destroyed, the saint clan Tianzun can even rush into the "Hope" and fight with them directly. At that time, the tens of billions of Taikoo survivors in the "Hope" will be slaughtered wantonly like lambs waiting to be slaughtered!
"The energy of the hull is still ninety-five percent..."
Someone reported the situation, and the face of the old god emperor of the gods was covered with a cloud of sadness, and the faces of the other chiefs of the ancient tribes were not very good, because the good luck emperor had not yet appeared...
In fact, the powerhouses present already have the consciousness to put their lives at risk, but if the Holy Emperor Good Fortune does not appear, their strength will be exhausted, and even if they sacrifice, it will become meaningless.
The Primordial Remnant Clan has reached this point. For the Celestial Venerables present, especially the elders of the Primordial Remnant Clan, death is not terrible. What is terrible is that death is meaningless.
"Let me try..."
At this moment, an uncertain voice sounded with a hint of hesitation, and people looked around one after another, only to see that the person who spoke was Lin Lin, the only person in the main control room of the "Hope" who was not even a realm king. Ming.
"You want... to manipulate the ancient Shura cannon?"
The eyes of many elders present lit up. Many miracles had already happened to Lin Ming. Now that he suddenly made such a request, people's first reaction was to hope that a miracle would happen again.
Lin Ming nodded slowly, his eyes were not so sure, he had also studied the formation of the Asura Ancient God Cannon before, but the effect he obtained was not obvious.
Among them, the formation method is too cumbersome, the laws involved are too profound, and the requirements for absolute strength are also very high.
After all, Lin Ming has never learned the complete "Sura Heavenly Book", so he is not omnipotent.
"I can only say try, and I need your assistance. My strength is not enough to activate the ancient Asura cannon, but I can try to guide it and make it shoot more accurately."
Lin Ming thought about it for a while, and said carefully.
"it is good!"
Hearing Lin Ming's words, the morale of the Primordial Remnant Clan warriors who were present at the scene suddenly recovered a lot.
In the corner of the room, Wu Yan watched all of this, a strange look flashed in her eyes, she realized that Lin Ming's status in the Primordial Remnant Clan was so important invisibly, that every word and deed could boost the morale of many Heavenly Venerables, It's almost unimaginable.
"Let's go!" The old god emperor of the god race looked at Lin Ming, with a loving smile on his face, just like the name of this spirit ship, the ancient survivors, need hope.
And the youthful young generation is exactly where the hope lies. With Lin Ming around, the old God Emperor feels a lot more at ease. He has already reached the end of his lifespan. Even if he can't witness the day when the Primordial Remnants defeat the catastrophe, he can still feel at ease. long sleep.
"Buzz!"
Under the siege of the saint clan Tianzun, the formation of Shura's ancient god cannon was activated again!
All of a sudden, the scattered energy in the universe was frantically agitated. In the ancient universe, the energy of the universe is thin, but there are various types of energy, and all kinds of vitality are readily available. At this time, like a long whale absorbing water, all these energies flow to " "Hope" is coming!
Consuming as little energy as possible inside the hull of the "Hope" and absorbing as much energy as possible in the universe, this is one of the changes made by Lin Ming in charge of the Asura Ancient God Cannon Formation.
Of course, these changes were based on Lin Ming's subtle understanding of Shura's laws. (… )
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