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Chapter 528: Famous in the Eastern Desolation, I am also a foreigner!
This was a crazy killing. Compared to the 15 years of lack of medicine, the people of the Wu Clan were at a loss and didn't know where the future would be. Each of these bat saints was extremely powerful.
In the past 15 years, the people of the Wu clan have died too many in the continuous resistance, and most of the strong ones have fallen. Now, apart from the old and young, there are not many backbones left.
In addition, the loss of will has made the people of the Witch Clan fear the race in the Nine Yin Realm from the bottom of their hearts. Especially this time, the Golden Thread Clan has appeared in the Bat Saint Clan. This has happened in the past 15 years. , now is the second time, but it is obvious that the people of the Golden Thread tribe this time are much stronger than those ten years ago.
Nangong Hen's words and actions could only arouse the blood of the Wu clan for a moment, but as the killings unfolded, this so-called passion would not last long.
With shrill screams, facing the tall Bat Saints, the Witch Clan often showed a feeble resistance. Even if they struggled, the Bat Saints had bodies comparable to those of the barbarians and had the ability to transcend. With the magical power of the Wu Clan and their large numbers, this battle was nothing but tragic for the Wu Clan.
Especially the dozen or so members of the Purple Line tribe from the bat saint tribe. Each of them has a cultivation level equivalent to that of the queen witch of the witch tribe, and has a body that is comparable to the powerful barbarian souls. Wherever they go, they smile cruelly. The sound echoed, and the bodies of all the Wu clan who stood in front of them were torn apart by them.
They didn't use any magical powers at all. Those strong hands could replace everything. The heads were separated, the limbs were separated, and the blood and flesh were scattered everywhere, becoming an eternal scene in the sky.
Nangong Hen spurted out a mouthful of blood, and while roaring, the spear in his hand passed through the eyebrows of a Bat Saint tribesman. He raised his left hand and waved it, and a large amount of death energy immediately condensed, forming a whirlpool outside his body. , many dead souls appeared from the whirlpool, and went straight to the surroundings.
He is a psychic, but even as a psychic, even if the psychic witches are mostly sympathetic to the dead and indifferent to the living, but this is different for Nangong Hen. The psychic witches cannot suppress the boldness of his nature. His character is also a key reason why he has never been able to become a queen witch.
Behind him, the Wu clan members were getting fewer and fewer under the constant death. With the roaring sounds of self-destruction echoing, the fighting reached its peak.
Those who self-destructed were the old men of the Wu clan. Their destruction before death stimulated all the people of the Wu clan.
"Fight, then die!" Nangong Hen yelled.
"Fight for yourself, fight for our clan, change your destiny in the midst of killing, and win a future in the midst of madness!" All the witch clans were already red-eyed at this moment. Facing the bat saint clan, each one could fight. However, then just two, if two is not enough, then three!
But despite this, when the number of the Bat Saint Clan was no less than that of the Wu Clan, the deaths of the Wu Clan continued to increase, blood filled the air, and shrill screams swirled around. On the right side of Nangong Hen, he saw with his own eyes When I saw a tribesman, his head was torn off alive, blood spurted out, and a few drops fell on his face.
In a short period of contact, out of the more than 500 people from the Witch Clan, only less than [-] were left. They could no longer move forward. Instead, they were pressed back by the bat saints coming from above, and began to retreat step by step. Until he retreated to the protective light curtain.
Nangong Hen felt despair in his heart. He watched his clan members die one by one, watched the faces he had been familiar with for 15 years shattered, and watched all of this, but he was powerless to change it.
But when they retreated to the protective light curtain, suddenly, a huge hand appeared from the sky, illusory, and headed straight for Nangong Hen and the witch clan at an astonishing speed.
Looking at it from a distance, this palm is extremely huge, hundreds of feet in length. When it is pressed down, there are bursts of roaring sounds. Above the palm, the Bat Saint clansman with the golden line between his eyebrows is raising his right hand. Pressing down slowly, the corner of his mouth revealed sarcasm and disdain. In his opinion, foreigners were vulnerable!
Nangong Hen roared, veins bulging on his face, and all the tribesmen behind him were frantically using all their strength to resist this huge palm!
If they can't resist, their death will be the next best thing. I'm afraid it will be difficult to hold on to this protective light curtain. Once the light curtain breaks, the children in the valley and the injured tribesmen will face a battle without any resistance. massacre!
Seeing that the roar of the palm was less than fifty feet away from them, at this moment, an old roar came from the valley, and a white-haired old man with a pale face rushed out of the valley. When he came out, his speed was so fast that he penetrated the light curtain in a blink of an eye and passed Nangong Hen and others. Above them, a man faced the huge pressed palm, raised his right hand, made a fist and struck hard. out.
"Senior Tiemu!!"
"It's Senior Tiemu!!" Exciting shouts came out from the crowd. This old man was Tiemu who was injured in the last war and could not recover and was in a coma!
When the entire valley was facing such a crisis, he woke up and took action risklessly. The moment his fist touched the huge palm, Tiemu spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and blood mist erupted all over his body. People are like kites with broken strings, and they wind up and fly away.
"Is this the strongest power of the foreign races here? They are so fragile and vulnerable... All foreigners deserve to die!" A cold voice came from the sky, and the surrounding bat saint tribe members were floating in all directions, their expressions filled with emotion. Ridiculing, most of the dozen or so Purple Line tribesmen sneered, looking at the scene below.
The person who said these words was the person with the golden thread who spread out this huge palm at the highest point in the sky.
Nangonghen was desperate, he stepped forward and immediately supported Tiemu, Tiemu's face was bloodless, his eyes were closed tightly, he was seriously injured, but at this moment, he was severely injured again under the forceful shot, and his life was already hanging by a thread.
The huge palm came bang, and when it was about to touch Nangonghen and others, in the low growl of Nangonghen, all the witches entered the light curtain, watching the palm instantly touch the light curtain , with an earth-shattering roar, the light curtain exploded directly, turning into countless fragments and scattered in all directions.
The entire valley, at this moment, has no protection!
After the light curtain collapsed, the huge palm did not disperse. Instead, it slammed down on the Wu people in the valley in a way that exterminated everything!
The mountain peak shattered, and a large amount of gravel fell off and turned into dust. Because the earth could not withstand the force of this palm, cracks appeared, and it seemed that it was about to collapse.
In the formation inside the valley, there were no corpses, only layers of fly ash. At that moment, all the people here turned into dust as the formation collapsed.
In a trembling cave, as the gravel fell off, the children hugged their mothers tightly in fear, closed their eyes, and waited for death to come.
Nangong Hen smiled miserably and looked up at the palm, his expression showing despair.
"The future is there...let's end it like this..."
At this moment, the indifferent words of the Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan are still echoing in all directions, and the contemptuous meaning is clearly revealed.
"...All foreigners should die!"
But at this moment, at this moment when the cold voice echoed, at that moment when the huge palm was less than thirty feet away from Nangong Hen and others, at this moment everyone was already in despair!
An equally indifferent voice suddenly boomed like thunder between heaven and earth with a momentum that overwhelmed the man with the golden thread.
"I..." This was the first word of this voice. When this word came out, all the Bat Saint clan members in the sky felt a strong wind roaring from a distance. This wind was so strong. , like the roar of the sky, their bodies were rolled away uncontrollably.
"Also..." This is the second word. When the first word came, it felt like it was still far away, but when the second word appeared, it felt like it was right next to the ear, like thunder. The general roar caused the hearts and minds of all bat saints who heard it to roar at the same time.
A golden light appeared in the valley at an indescribable speed. Under the huge pressed palm, the golden light turned into a figure. You could not see clearly. You could only see that he raised his right hand. He stretched out a finger, seemingly casually, and touched the huge palm.
"Yes..." This is the third word. It gives people the feeling of calmness, as if it contains some kind of rules of heaven and earth, replacing the sounds around and everything!
This figure was very small compared to that palm, but the moment his fingers touched the huge palm, a shocking roar violently circled, spreading hundreds of miles around, and there was an impact in all directions. Spreading like a howling wind and sweeping across like a raging wave.
Under the roar, the huge palm trembled, shattered inch by inch, and finally exploded suddenly, turning into a shock that flew straight into the sky and rolled away.
"... Foreigners!" This was the sentence, the last two words, slowly spoken by the figure when the palm collapsed and rolled back.
At this moment, the wind was roaring all around, and the figure stood in the air, with long hair fluttering, and a white dress like snow. He had a handsome face, a diamond-shaped mark between his eyebrows, and a small snake on his shoulder with its head raised and spitting out its core. He stood there, attracting caught everyone's attention!
This man's eyes were so profound that they seemed to encompass the entire sky, and bursts of golden light emitted from his body. This golden light emanated from various positions on his body, making him look like he was wearing a layer of golden armor!
In addition to the depth of his eyes, there is also a feeling of horror. Whenever the people of the Bat Saint Clan come into contact with his eyes, their minds are pounding, as if just looking at him, there is a feeling in their bodies. Feeling of collapse.
This is a kind of power, a power that exceeds all the power here!
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