Chapter 760

Over the Manying camp, two flames shine on the sky and the earth, one is as red as blood, and the other is gorgeous in nine colors. They both emit endless divine power and suppress the storm in the endless crazy sand.

In the light of the fire, the sacrificial Dharma altars were dotted with stars. In the middle, the original temple had disappeared. Instead, there was a huge blood pool thousands of miles around. In the center of the blood pool, the two statues closely depended on each other, and a strange transformation was taking place.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. In less than ten days, the Manying camp was half empty. Under the ground, hundreds of millions of sand people were driven out and entered the blood pool from all directions.

Rows of priests and high-ranking barbarians knelt around the blood pool and still prayed loudly, but there was a bit of sadness in the sound.

Even if this is the will of the ancestral God, it is still unbearable to see the lives of hundreds of millions of people disappear.

Fire God and demon God turn a blind eye to all this. In their hearts, except those top priests and barbarian emperors, they are just worse than mole ants. It is a great honor to give everything and become a part of themselves.

Although the most rough blood sacrifice is efficient, it is also very wasteful. The original estimation is slightly wrong. Even if all these humble mole ants are sacrificed, I'm afraid it can't complete the preliminary integration.

In that case, let's leave none

The priests and the barbarian emperors grew up by bathing in their own divine light. They should sacrifice. As for those sacrificial souls, if necessary, they devour them

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In Qixian City, the defensive Dharma array on the wall has been repaired, but those standard Dharma boats have been completely scrapped.

The core Dharma array of the Dharma boat was made by the three masters of Xinglian sect. No tool refiner has the ability to repair in the city of praying for immortality.

Teams of Pangu soldiers are still loyal to their duties and patrol around the city wall.

They are tall and straight, in neat formation, and the standard defense armor is polished. They look a little momentum, but they are clearly at a loss in their eyes. Occasionally, they look up and see the two flames in the distance, and their faces show fear. Even their breathing will become heavy.

Twenty seven days have passed since the evil god sent out the edict of extermination, and there are three days left before the day when he announced it.

These days, the whole Qixian city is immersed in a depressing atmosphere.

At the top, those big men have not appeared since that day. In front of the mighty power of the evil god, it seems that even they are unable to resist and give up the struggle.

Fear mixed with despair, the city was silent, and everyone was quietly waiting for the coming of the end. Only at the edge of the rear wall, there were several screams from time to time, which were the sad cries of the monks who were found and killed by the Pangu army when they fled.

But even so, nearly 50% of the monks joined their ranks.

From the true emperor down to jiedan, even the two main gates of Sanqing and Bahuang and even Pangu army also fled.

For some people, the mountains and seas are so vast that they can always find a place to hide. As long as they can survive, it is better than anything.

However, there are still 50% of the monks left, ready to die and welcome the arrival of death!

For them, fear is not the reason to escape. If they lose Qixian City, the Terran will also lose everything. It is better to die with vigour than to live in a nest!

In this oppressive atmosphere, many monks broke through their own confinement and broke through one after another. Even three Jiujie real emperors, touched by the divine power, were promoted to the supreme level under this situation!

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In the night, a little star light flashed from the far side of Qixian City, flying towards Qixian City, getting closer and closer. In the end, it has turned into a continuous blue Yingguang, dyeing the night with a dreamlike color.

On the wall, the soldiers of Pangu army sounded the alarm. A moment later, the whole city came alive.

The blue glittering light is getting closer and closer. It can be seen that it is a standard Dharma boat, covering half of the sky. Before long, it has been quietly suspended over Qixian city.

A rough figure flashed in the air, followed by a group of powerful monks

The whole city of praying for immortality became a sensation. A friar looked up with a trace of expectation in his eyes.

"It's Liuhe Supreme... He's back..."

"Isn't the great uncle and vice president who has issued a decree that the Supreme Master of Liuhe has fled?"

"The three masters are back! All the weapon refiners of Xinglian sect are there!"

"They're all back. We still have hope!"

"What's the use... No matter how strong the Liuhe Supreme Master is, he can be stronger than the three saints."

"Yes, that evil god, no one can stop..."

"Alas..."

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Soon, many Dharma boats were full of people, led by the Supreme Master of Liuhe, and fell on the high platform on one side of the city.

Boss Niu looked solemn, looked down and looked around. He suddenly hung a sneer on his face and shouted, "each one looks like dying. Is it a dead father or a dead mother? Are you ready to cry?"

He cursed very poisonous, but there was silence in the city, but who dared to say a word?

But soon, in the center of the city, there were several figures, such as the Supreme Master of the eight wastelands and his uncle.

As soon as he saw the Supreme Master of Liuhe and the Supreme Master of Bahuang, before he spoke, his uncle already shouted, "deputy commander of Liuhe, you led the people to escape, and now you still have the face to come back?"

The Supreme Master of Liuhe didn't even have an interest in looking at him. The Supreme Master of Chaoba wasteland looked at him quietly for a long time and suddenly applauded and laughed: "old five, I was angry when I saw your appearance of smiling and not smiling. I wanted to hit a few punches every time. Now it looks much more pleasing to the eye..."

"Bold, how dare you commit the following... It's..."

Seeing that he was regarded as the air, my uncle was very angry. Just after drinking and scolding, the eight wastelands Supreme Master glanced at him and snorted. He immediately blocked his words back, squinted around the Liuhe Supreme Master, calmly said, "Lao Jiu, did you come back to apologize to the teachers? Or did you find another backer... Well, where are the twenty-seven elders?"

"Excuse me?" the Supreme Master of Liuhe grinned: "in three days, if the three masters can help the Terran escape great difficulties, don't apologize, even if they cut my old cow alive... As for the 27 elders, they will appear when they need them... Don't be nervous. No one will rob you of the position of president. They won't be a few days anyway..."

The eight wasteland supreme master looked at him in silence. He had known him for tens of thousands of years and came out of the same door. If you want to know the Supreme Master of Liuhe, few people in the world can match him.

If the end of the Terran comes, this one will never run back and die generously, but will surely take these monks behind him to find a place to hide and try to rise again.

Now he's back? There must be a problem behind this!