Under the reminder of the old God Emperor, the warriors of the Primordial Remnant Clan looked out of the porthole one after another.
Through the deep porthole, a faint glow of blood appeared in the vast sea of stars in the universe.
People could see clearly that it was a huge blood-colored ball with a diameter of seven or eight thousand miles.
On the upper part of the blood-colored ball, there are dozens of wanton blood dragons. These blood dragons have only half of their bodies, bred from the blood-colored ball, like tentacles of the blood-colored ball.
The blood dragon roared, revealing its scarlet fangs.
The warriors of the Primordial Remnant Clan who were present at the scene were stunned for a moment when they saw the sudden appearance of this terrifying giant beast.
It is not like any known ferocious or divine beast, but it exudes an aura that is ten or a hundred times more terrifying than a divine beast!
Facing this frightening monster, Tianzun of the Primordial Remnant Clan only felt his heart tremble!
The blood-colored monster's speed was extremely fast. It was still deep in the starry sky, but within a short time, it flew towards it like a blood-colored ghost.
The scarlet color filled the universe. This feeling was like a drop of blood seeping into clear water, slowly spreading and occupying people's field of vision.
"What the hell is this..."
Tuoba Gui, the war emperor of the Celestial Clan who had never been willing to admit defeat, had a burning will to fight, and felt guilty at this time.
On the side of the ancient gods, the old god emperor gasped, his old face was completely pale at this time, he looked at the porthole, without speaking for a long time, his heart was slowly sinking.
He probably guessed the origin of this monster.
Billions of years ago, the Primordial Survivors also fought against the Saints. In the classics of the ancient survivors, there are records about this terrible monster.
It's just that according to the information obtained by the writers of the classics, this monster should have had its soul wiped out billions of years ago and fell into a permanent sleep.
Why... does it reappear here
Reminiscent of the horror of this monster described in the God Race classics, the old God Emperor felt a deep sense of despair!
"Could it be... is it really fate... Heaven's death for my protoss?"
The old God Emperor muttered to himself, and his words were heard by many Heavenly Venerates of the Primordial Remnant Clan. They all looked at the Old God Emperor in astonishment, "Your Majesty, what exactly is it?"
at this time. Not far from the old God Emperor of the Protoss. The patriarch of the Celestial Clan spoke, his voice was trembling, and his whole body seemed to have aged a lot at this moment.
"It's probably...'Huang'. The totem sacred beast of the holy race...billions of years ago. 'Huang' ran rampant in the world. I don't know how many lives it swallowed up, including the true god."
"What? Devour the true god?"
All the warriors of the Primordial Remnant Clan present were shocked.
Now in the entire thirty-three days, there are only two races with true gods. That is the soul race and the saint race, and the total number of true gods they have is also very few! Among them, there are also some mysterious true gods who intend to live in seclusion, do not want to participate in world disputes, and cannot even verify their life and death.
"I didn't expect that 'Desolation' still exists in the world..." said an old man of the Roaring Bone Clan, shaking his head with emotion. Not many people present have read these ancient classics. many.
"With our current strength, in order to defeat this catastrophe, we must kill the Creation Holy Emperor... This is already an almost impossible task, but now, there is still 'Huang'..."
The old man of the Roaring Bone tribe looked away from the porthole, leaned on the seat, and sat down unsteadily, feeling extremely depressed.
As the patriarch of the Roaring Bone Clan and one of the leaders of the Primordial Remnant Clan, logically speaking, at this critical moment of breaking through, he could not say such depressing words that would damage morale, but he was really desperate.
The appearance of "Huang" made him feel like the world was about to collapse.
"'Huang'... Is it more powerful than the Good Fortune Holy Emperor?"
At this time, someone spoke, and the person who asked the question was none other than Lin Ming. He had already taken the Soul Cultivation Pill, and now he was meditating quickly to adjust his breath, and he also saw the terrifying monster outside the porthole.
"Yes...according to the records in the ancient books, it may be more powerful than the Saint Emperor of the Saint Race, and...it is definitely more terrifying than the Saint Emperor of the Saint Race. It can swallow, swallow stars, hundreds of millions of lives, and even one The world devours everything, the more it devours, the stronger it becomes, and the speed at which it destroys this world is a hundred times faster than the Creation Holy Emperor!"
"I see..." Lin Ming's gaze also sank. Facing this catastrophe, his heart was even a little confused.
Facing the Holy Clan whose strength is completely disproportionate to human beings, and the Soul Clan who don't know the opponent's purpose and have always maintained a sense of mystery...
The environment of the human race is extremely complicated!
Think about the strange conversation between the queen of the soul, Shengmei, and herself, and think about the meeting between the old boy who didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend.
When the catastrophe comes, everything is turbulent and confusing.
I am a small holy lord peak fighter, no matter how many opportunities, no matter how strong the law is, without a strong foundation of cultivation, he is just an insignificant little wave in this great catastrophe , what should we do
Lin Ming's heart felt extremely tired, and Sheng Mei's words unconsciously echoed in his ears: "Give up, leave this vortex, because all your efforts are futile... even 3.6 billion years ago The true god leader of the human race, Fengshen Tianzun, was originally a peerless hero, a real dragon in the world, but he shouldered the fate of the human race, and finally fought and died for the human race, what a pity!"
Lin Ming closed his eyes slightly, and clenched his fists tightly. Because of the excessive force, his knuckles were cracked by him!
"Look at that monster's back!"
Heavenly Venerable of the Primordial Remnants said.
People looked around one after another, only to see two people on the back of the blood-colored monster.
A tall, middle-aged man in a golden cloak, and a young man with sharp brows and starry eyes, with somewhat sinister eyes.
Seeing these two people, the old God Emperor's complexion suddenly changed, "The middle-aged man is... the Holy Emperor Good Fortune! How is his body... connected to 'Huang'?"
The old God Emperor said in disbelief, the legs of the Holy Emperor were created. It has already fallen into Huang's body, and it is obvious that Huang's flesh and blood spread to the body of the Good Fortune Holy Emperor, and the blood vessels are all connected together.
This feeling is like Huang devoured the Creation Holy Emperor.
However, rationality told him that things couldn't be like this, maybe on the contrary... The Holy Emperor Good Fortune swallowed Huang, or Huang had become a clone of the Holy Emperor Good Fortune!
"It turns out...he is the Holy Emperor Creation..."
Lin Ming looked at the middle-aged man in the golden cloak. This was the first time he had seen the Holy Emperor Good Fortune, and he felt that the other person's eyes seemed to pass through layers of vastness. Just look at yourself.
It's a very strange feeling. Obviously, it was impossible for the other party to see him through the distant starry sky and the protective layer of "Hope", but for some reason, Lin Ming felt that the Holy Emperor Good Fortune was looking at him. It was as if there was no barrier between the two.
And beside the Holy Emperor Good Fortune. It was Lin Ming's acquaintance who artificially created the Holy Son.
At this time, the Son of Creation had a grin on his face. This is the smile of the winner, with a trace of pity and mockery!
Just then. What Lin Ming didn't expect was that the Son of Creation suddenly spoke.
His voice, using energy as the medium, spread across the universe and starry sky for millions of miles.
"Lin Ming! I know you are on that spirit ship! Today is your death day! Hahaha!"
"The 100-year battle between you and me has not yet come, has it? Unfortunately, you will not have this opportunity. Today, you will be killed!"
The voice of the Holy Son of Creation was crazy, and Lin Ming's heart froze. The Holy Emperor of Fortune really knew that he was in the Primordial God Clan!
Why would he know his whereabouts
Lin Ming had been carefully hiding himself, making sure that he was not discovered by the saints.
In this case, the whereabouts were still leaked, so either the Protoss had spies, or Sheng Mei revealed it to the Holy Emperor Good Fortune.
The possibility of spies is actually very small, because the Primordial Remnant Clan did not know about Lin Ming's feud with the Saint Clan, and after the battle plan was finalized, in order to prevent the leak of information, all the senior officials of the Primordial Protoss Clan who knew the information were restricted in their actions.
So could it be... Shengmei
Lin Ming frowned slightly. Although he and Sheng Mei were no longer friends, maybe even enemies, Lin Ming still did not believe that Sheng Mei would betray him.
Perhaps, when he left the soul clan and entered the ancient universe, it may not be necessary to be locked by the soul emperor. This is not difficult for the soul emperor.
"The Soul Emperor... is he going to put me to death?"
This thought flashed in Lin Ming's mind, and at this moment, in the starry sky, that huge blood cell suddenly exploded!
"Hoo!" "Hoo!" "Hoo!"
On top of the blood cells, dozens of bloody dragons roared and came to kill them!
These blood dragons tear through the void and dance wildly with incomparable murderous intent!
And their targets are all the spirit ship "Hope"!
"Oops!"
The faces of the Celestials sitting in front of the formation of "Hope" changed drastically. They tried their best to control the formation and change the direction of "Hope".
However, with their manipulative abilities, how could they compare to "Huang"
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and dozens of dragon tentacles slammed heavily on the protective layer of the "Hope"!
The "Hope" trembled, and the heavens and the earth immediately spun. All the gods present had to use energy to stabilize their bodies, but the ordinary people of the ancient survivors were miserable. They exclaimed that some people were even injured in this violent impact.
"Damn it!"
Tuobagui was extremely angry. He was about to escape from birth and rushed to the God of Sighing Wall, but at the last moment, he encountered such an accident, and his success fell short!
"Just now, the energy of the hull was consumed by two percent!"
The Heavenly Venerable of the Roaring Bone Clan reported that one attack by Huang would lose 2% of its energy, which is almost equivalent to one attack by Shura's ancient god cannon. If this goes on like this, the energy of "Hope" will be exhausted after only a few attacks. Finished!
"Hahaha! Lin Ming, aren't you very strong? What? Are you powerless to fight back?"
The voice of the Holy Son of Creation echoed in the starry sky, wanton and insolent.
(The 4th update is 12,000 completed. I was terrified when I said it yesterday, but I still did it today. I wrote it for a whole day and finally finished it.)
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