In the desert, under the scorching sun, the huge body of the barbarian emperor suddenly turned into countless powders. A generation of ancient barbarian emperors, the most powerful emperors who came back to life from the dead, have completely perished!
Although the barbarian emperor was in an absolutely weak state when he killed him, Qin Yu was reluctant anyway, and completed the act of destroying the emperor.
Looking at the Nine Regions of the Great Wilderness, how many people have ever done this? From this point of view, Qin Yu is enough to rank among the best in the world!
Of course, in fact, at this time, Qin Yu didn't even think about these things, and he couldn't even turn his thoughts around.
Because at the moment when the barbarian emperor died, the bloodline of the abyss titan in his body completely fell into a rampant state and forcibly took over the control of the body.
Taking a step forward, the abyss titan opened his mouth and sucked fiercely while roaring!
rumbling—
In an instant, it was as if the great river above the nine heavens burst its banks, and the terrifying devouring force turned the barbarian emperor's death into powder, all wrapped in it, and swallowed it in one bite!
The next moment, Qin Yu regained control of his body, but before he could do anything, a mighty torrent of thoughts exploded in his mind, directly drowning his consciousness.
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The majestic mountain rises from the ground, as steep as a giant sword, piercing through the layers of dense clouds, pointing directly to the endless sky above the head.
A stone-stair passageway was built around the mountain, which was dug by manpower, turning the natural danger into a thoroughfare, connecting the ground and the mountain top.
Countless tall and burly barbarian figures stood on both sides of the winding mountain stone steps, and their eyes quickly pulled upwards, and they saw the mountain top that seemed to be directly cut off from the peak.
A huge stone wall stands on the top of the mountain, with countless characters engraved on it. It is obviously vague and I don't know it, but I can understand its meaning, but the stone tablet seems to be covered by a layer of invisible power, which is too invisible. too clear.
I only see words like "Barbarian Kingdom", "Sacrificing Heaven", "Dingding", "Fengchan" and so on intermittently... Beside the stone monument on the top of the mountain, there are countless tall figures, each with a height of several feet. .
A golden-armored barbarian stepped forward, knelt on the ground facing the stele, and shouted and recited something.
rumbling—
Above the head, the sky was surging in an instant, followed by violent storms, and thunder blasts pierced through the sky.
All of this seems to be blocking something, or in this way, expressing its own opposition.
The golden-armored barbarians frowned, and their subtle expressions changed, causing them to be oppressed like a mountain, and their breathing almost stopped.
He got up, looked up at the sky, and suddenly pulled out his sword.
Then the wind dissipated the clouds and the rain stopped, and all the roaring thunder was annihilated.
On the re-emerging blue sky, a terrifying scar appeared, rising from the south of the sky and disappearing to the north of the sky.
This sword will cut the sky open!
Swah—
The golden-armored barbarians turned around and raised their swords, "Barbarians will never be slaves!"
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A magnificent and huge city is being built, and countless tall barbarians are waving long whips to drive more human practitioners, carrying huge stones and thick logs.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"Whoever dares to be lazy will never end well!"
"Before the end of the month, the construction of the imperial capital must be completed. If you miss the deadline, you will all die!"
In the roar, the long whip whipped and fell from time to time, each time it took a large piece of flesh and blood, and pulled a human cultivator inside.
A young boy was knocked to the ground by the whip, and his body was covered with scars. The whip dissipated the last strength in his body.
He fell to the ground with a "poof", his body twitching violently, blood spurting out from his nose and mouth.
"My son!"
The middle-aged man beside him, his eyes were red in an instant, he stomped heavily with a roar, and he rose into the sky as the ground shattered.
"I fought with you!"
The strong barbarian who beat the boy just sneered when he saw it, not paying any attention to the middle-aged man who was now full of mad killing intent and rushed towards him.
The next moment, the black shackles appeared, wrapping the man's body up and down, then shrinking and tightening frantically, tearing flesh and blood into it, directly tearing and dismembering him.
For a while, a large amount of flesh and blood was thrown, and the smell was overwhelming!
Countless human race practitioners gritted their teeth and looked at the scene in front of them, but did not dare to resist.
All I could hear was the barbarians laughing wildly, "Retribution, this is your retribution... All the human races deserve to die!"
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On the battlefield, countless human cultivators fought with barbarians.
The light of magical powers is like a shooting star, falling through the sky, shining brightly.
A tall barbarian was pierced through his body and fell to the ground with a roar.
The blood flowed freely, along the ravines that were torn apart on the ground, and converged into a trickling red stream, which finally dyed the earth red.
With the death of a large number of barbarians, they were at a disadvantage in the whole war. They could be forced into a desperate situation, but they did not surrender, but inspired the final brutality and brutality.
boom-
The loud noise was like thunder, and a barbarian whose body was pierced by a long crossbow rushed into the human race practitioners, and his body exploded directly.
His flesh and bones, under the infusion of terrifying power, turned into an invincible weapon, swept wildly in all directions, and pulled the surrounding human race practitioners to be buried together!
The battlefield was finally quiet.
All the barbarians died on the spot, and no one chose to retreat. The human cultivator who won the final victory, watching the battlefield torn apart by the terrifying force, issued a victory declaration like a cry.
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The fleeing barbarian team, on the way to the barren land, the eagles flew in the sky, and from time to time they made a desolate and vast cry.
People kept falling, lost their breath, and became the dead souls on this escape route.
No one tried to help the fallen, for the barbarians knew very well that since they had fallen, they could never stand up again.
The numb face and empty eyes can only reflect the pale sun overhead, and the road leading to no end and hope.
But even so, the pursuit and killing from the human race has not stopped. They bite the retreating team and chase after them, trying to make the barbarians shed the last drop of blood.
rumbling—
The earth was roaring, and after the source of the sound came from itself, the pursuers came again.
On the horizon, there are a large number of warriors riding on warhorses. They are wearing black armor, like the eternal darkness that can swallow everything. Even if the sun shines on them, they will only end up being sucked.
"kill!"
In the roar, the black armored knights swept like a stormy sea!
The barbarian escaping team did not stop, still heading towards the destination where they did not know when to stop, but the robust adult warriors among them took the initiative to stop and come against the current.
They gathered together, and the roaring flames burned again in the hollow eye sockets - they no longer wanted to kill the enemy they were after, but only hoped to use their own lives and blood to exchange a lifeline for the retreating clansmen.
After a while, the killing on the battlefield was over, and the black armored knights only paid a small price to kill all the barbarians they blocked.
There are countless corpses on the ground!
"Keep going, no mercy!"
rumbling—
The black armored knights organized the team, and rushed towards the direction of the barbarians fleeing like a tide again.
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