"What is this?" An elder of the Suiren clan looked at Gonggong and exclaimed!
"He is, he is!" Someone seemed to have recognized Gonggong. An elder from the first witch lineage jumped up suddenly, pointed at Gonggong and shouted several times, but he could not say it because he was too nervous. The name "Gonggongshi".
Tens of thousands of clan elites who were cut in half fell from high altitudes and fell into the rolling flood with blood all over the sky. Even if there were wizard emperor-level powerful people among them, they only wailed a few times before being swept away by the flood powerlessly.
The Witch Emperor can be reborn with a drop of blood. Merely cutting them in half will not kill them. Even if they are chopped into pieces, as long as a trace of intelligence remains, they can be reborn quickly with their huge vitality. But the two scimitars in Gonggong's hands were unknown treasures. The people he cut in half had all their essence and blood swallowed up, and even the Witch Emperor could only die on the spot.
There was deathly silence on the Kuimen battlefield. Ji Hao carefully gestured to Xia Mi, asking him to lead the Kuimen soldiers to evacuate the scene as quickly as possible. Gonggong escaped from the altar, and things would not end well now.
The elders and elite warriors of the major clans stared blankly at the Gonggong clan, killing tens of thousands of clan elites with one blow. What kind of ferocity is this
"He... he..." An elder of the Yunyang clan suddenly screamed: "You madman of the first witch lineage, bring out the antidote!"
"Bring out the antidote!" Whenever a clan member was injured by the poisonous poison of the first witch lineage, the elders roared angrily. In the face of a powerful enemy, all warriors must regain their combat effectiveness as soon as possible. Otherwise, under the Gonggong clan's butcher's knife, they will become a group of weak rabbits and end up being slaughtered by others.
"Antide?" Before the elders of the Chu Wu lineage could speak, Gonggong, who had escaped from the altar, was already jumping on his feet and shouting angrily: "What other antidote do you want? Die, die, die! Human beings. Oh, you all deserve to die!"
Gonggong's black robe was cut into pieces by the flying blood knife, and his tall body was covered with cuts and bruises. It could be seen that the bloody stench was entangled between his flesh and bones, and was constantly eroding his body, and bits and pieces of sticky plasma were dripping with it. The suffocating stench of filth continued to drip from his wounds, and his breath was rapidly weakening.
The Blood-Transforming Flying Knife is so vicious, so vicious that even the Gonggong clan cannot do anything with the vicious and filthy blood energy of the Blood-Transforming Flying Knife.
In addition to passively enduring the erosion of the blood energy of the blood-transforming flying knife, Gonggong used all the magical powers and secret techniques he knew in just a few breaths, and drank dozens of rare treasures from heaven and earth, but he was unable to dispel even a little bit of the blood in his body. Son of filthy blood.
He even watched helplessly as besides him, the other two statues of Gonggong in the altar were turned into blood.
It turned into blood and water, and disappeared like this, with no bones left and no soul left.
Gonggong was shocked, angry, and sad at the same time. They are the gods of heaven and earth, they are gods, and the characteristics of gods are that they are different from humans. Unlike humans, they have relatively independent bodies and souls. If a human race dies, their souls can still be reincarnated, or use mysterious witchcraft to transform into ancestral spirits, ghosts, and other strange states.
When a spirit is dead, it is dead. It is completely finished and vanishes into thin air. There is no residue left, and there is no chance to even become a ghost.
So Gonggong knew that the two Gonggongs, his closest flesh and blood relatives, were truly and completely finished! And he himself was seriously injured. The blood-turned flying knives were desperately eroding his body, which was also eroding his soul. He was panting out of breath, and his body might collapse and die completely at any time.
After gasping for a few breaths and not caring about any more nonsense, Gonggong clan swung two scimitars, bringing up crescent-shaped sword shadows that were ten thousand feet long, whistling towards the densely packed clan coalition forces in front of them and killing them.
"Kill, kill, kill! Those who are enemies of my Gonggong clan, kill them!" Gonggong clan howled almost madly, falling into a state of hysterical madness. Two indestructible scimitars swept across the battlefield, and large areas were injured by poisonous poisons. The clan warriors who staggered during the movement were smashed to pieces by the light of the swords.
Ji Hao stood motionless on the spot, his huge consciousness spreading out like water waves and locking on the destroyed altar.
This altar was destroyed and has been chained to the remaining eight altars. Those eight altars were trembling crazily and were on the verge of collapse due to Gonggong's fierce struggle. There are twenty-seven ancestors of Gonggong. In addition to the one in Kuimen, there are another eleven Gonggong in the eight altars who barely managed to keep their bodies from collapsing.
Fifteen co-workers were slashed and killed by the blood-transforming flying knife, and they were reduced to blood without the ability to fight back.
The blood-transforming flying knives swallowed up the plasma transformed by Gonggong. The nine blood-transforming flying knives became more ferocious and powerful. Eleven Gonggong among the eight altars were more seriously injured. They were about to be killed on the spot. .
The giant poisonous poison controlled by the first witch lineage suddenly screamed, opened its big mouth and sprayed a stream of thick black venom towards the Gonggong clan who was killing everyone.
Gonggong's body swayed, turning into a large wave of water and escaping into the flood. The venom like an arrow flew across the void, failing to touch a hair of Gonggong's hair. Instead, it hit the destroyed altar again, completely smashing the broken base of the altar.
The nine chain altars burst apart, and the nine flying blood knives roared loudly. Losing the traction of the formation base, the flying blood knives felt the attraction of Ji Hao's blood, and turned into nine blood-colored rainbows and flew into the sky, and engulfed Ji Hao one after another. in vivo.
Eleven Gonggong clans were seriously injured and their bodies were constantly turning into drops of blood. They rushed out of the altar. They looked up to the sky and roared. Their eyes followed the direction of the blood rainbow brought by the blood-transforming flying knife, and their sharp, lightning-like eyes spanned Over hundreds of millions of miles away, he locked onto Ji Hao.
"You little bastards of the human race!" The eleven Gonggong clans yelled in unison. They flew up into the sky with difficulty, their auras surging like dragons. The black divine power turned into large dark clouds and swept across the sky. Floods came from all directions. , heavy rain, or water columns falling from the sky, were absorbed by their bodies one after another, turning into billowing water energy that was continuously injected into their bodies.
After being separated from the fatal altar and supplemented by the endless water power of the twelve water worlds, although the bodies of the Gonggong were still dripping with sticky and dirty plasma, the tendency of their bodies to collapse was alleviated.
They roared angrily, cursed wildly, and announced their names one after another!
Countless water monsters in the eight dragon gates behind Kuimen went hysterical and crazy like chicken blood. They set off huge waves one after another, and followed the eleven Gonggong statues as they rushed towards Kuimen in a mighty manner.
"Kill all the humans and dominate Pangu!" a Gonggong roared hysterically.
Originally, their plan was just to enslave the human race, but they were almost chopped into pieces by the flying blood knife. The workers' anger towards the human race has reached the extreme. They don't want to enslave the human race anymore. They are slaves. Where can these ignorant water monsters be used?
Kill all the humans and dominate the Pangu world!
"Kill, kill, kill!" The endless waves rolled towards Kuimen.
(End of chapter)