Chapter 458
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On the periphery of the battlefield of the four directions stronghold, the pale and golden flames were burning fiercely. For such a powerful flame, trees could no longer be used as fuel for combustion, because the branches and vegetation had completely evaporated in an instant.
Perhaps the southern expeditionary army in the distance could not see the burning scene, but in the eyes of the thunder army flying in the sky, the scene below was undoubtedly amazing, so that most of the thunder soldiers were staring at the four flame black holes which were spreading out and bringing death in the jungle.
"What are you doing? Princess Wu has been flying far away, and you and I have not kept up with you!"
In the sky, after returning to the God's Wangjing, he opened his mouth and let out a roar. Then he took ten thunder troops and turned into purple thunder and went west.
To the west of the strongholds of the four directions of battle, the 250 Li area of Moyo is the increasingly large number of ghost rattan tribes.
From a bird's-eye view of the sky, we can find that the whole big tribe is the center, dense and dense, like ants returning to their nests. They come from all directions, including young and middle-aged people, and even a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled.
The reasons for such a large-scale migration are as follows: first, the mysterious ancestral hall issued a mobilization order; second, and most importantly, the original tribes of the famine people have been burning out of oil wells, and there is almost no food to eat. The biggest ghost vine tribe is undoubtedly the last hope.
There is a central tent and a huge blood pool in the center of guiteng tribe.
Just in the early morning, a large amount of blood gas into the blood fog rose, covering the whole ghost rattan tribe over the sky, a strong and incomparable smell of blood to the outside.
At the edge of the blood pool stood several figures. The head of an old famine man closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the blood mist floating out of the blood pool. His face was intoxicated. Then he spoke softly and asked:
"Gui Teng Liao, how many of our people are gathered in your ghost vine tribe
Behind the old people, a very strong and strong chieftain of guiteng tribe with bramble and ghost vine totem on his face stepped forward, took a strong wind, and opened his mouth and replied:
"report to ancestral court emissary, at present, the total number of tribes plus our ghost rattan tribe is more than 9 million, but there are nearly 3 million old, weak, sick and disabled, and can not fight against the enemy."
The words of the chieftain of the guiteng tribe have not yet fallen down. The old waster beside him suddenly turned his head, and his momentum soared wildly. At the same time, his eyes were full of fierce light. His momentum was even more bloody than the blood pool in front of him. It can be seen that the number of lives in the hands of the second leader from the ancestral hall was stained with many lives, and then the cold and merciless voice sounded:
and "Who said that the three million old, weak, sick and disabled could not fight to kill the enemy. In the face of the race war, they were all soldiers, leaving some women and children behind, and the rest were sent to the outermost areas to serve as the vanguard."
The fierce and crazy momentum of the old famine people, accompanied by the cold eyes, directly made the jiteng tribal chief subconsciously step back, underground head, and responded:
"follow your will, Lord Zuting emissary."
"Are there any other news from the ancestors who are in charge of the war ahead?"
Hearing this question, the guiteng tribe chief hesitated in his ugly face, and then he said respectfully:
"one came back last night, but he was seriously injured. The Terrans are like the God of death everywhere in the jungle, and they can always intercept our people's foraging and delivering messages on the way. However, the news brought by the high-level waster last night is not very favorable He was sent to the inner part of the ancestral hall, but the great chief he was. "
At this point, GUI Teng Liao's voice stopped abruptly, and the old man looked at the blood pool in front of him again, and continued to speak softly and asked:
"the chief is closed in the inner hall and can't be contacted?"
The chieftain of guiteng tribe, who was big and covered with brambles and ghost vines, did not respond, but silence represented acquiescence. So the old people spoke and the voices of their old and tyrannical people around the blood pool continued to ring.
"If you ask someone to send the high-level waster who knows the intelligence to this place, I will ask myself. There are not enough people gathered here. Speed up the speed. The blood pool in front of you is consuming fast, so we should supplement it."
"Yes
Guiteng Liao bowed his head and stepped back away from him, leaving only the old people standing alone beside the blood pool. Looking at the blood pool in front of him, he was speechless and his face was extremely complicated.
He lived for a long time, which was extremely rare among the poor people. As a high-level waster, his wisdom was not low, and with the growth of age, he became more and more intelligent.
In his life, such a large pool of blood was rare in front of him. After fighting with the Terrans, the dead barbarians were also the first to be killed. Even in the most tragic war against the barbarian ancestral clan, not so many of them were killed at will.
Therefore, smelling the bloody smell in front of him, the old man felt fear. He even had a feeling that he was about to die.
Maybe it's the providence in the dark. The old people just feel a strong cold feeling, and then the cold feeling sweeps out from the tail vertebrae, and the blood all over the body seems to stop flowing. But it's Nanman here. The temperature is hot all the year round. There's no winter Nanman!It's the first time that people feel cold here.
All of a sudden, there was a roar from the wild people in his ears. The old man raised his head and looked at the sky above. Then he saw a golden streamer, which was piercing the sky above at a very fast speed to the top of the blood pool.
In the streamer, there is a huge figure stretching its wings, covering the sky and the rising sun, leaving a huge shadow on the blood pool.
The old man opened his eyes and let his tears run down. Although the sun above the dome was covered, in his eyes, the figure was more dazzling and the intensity was more violent.
This is the embodiment of light and heat in the world.
As if in the Golden Shadow, the old people felt a cold look, which was extremely cold.
"The ancestors of giants are in danger
A melancholy murmur came out of the old man's mouth. Then, in his eyes, a huge golden light column of heaven and earth was constantly enlarged, and then filled the whole pupil.
The next second, the center of the GUI Teng tribe is directly pierced by a golden light column that runs through the heaven and earth. The light column strikes the huge blood pool below. Countless blood is evaporated by the extreme high temperature, and turns into blood mist. At the same time, the water level in the pool drops down at the speed visible to the naked eye.
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On the periphery of the battlefield of the four directions stronghold, the pale and golden flames were burning fiercely. For such a powerful flame, trees could no longer be used as fuel for combustion, because the branches and vegetation had completely evaporated in an instant.
Perhaps the southern expeditionary army in the distance could not see the burning scene, but in the eyes of the thunder army flying in the sky, the scene below was undoubtedly amazing, so that most of the thunder soldiers were staring at the four flame black holes which were spreading out and bringing death in the jungle.
"What are you doing? Princess Wu has been flying far away, and you and I have not kept up with you!"
In the sky, after returning to the God's Wangjing, he opened his mouth and let out a roar. Then he took ten thunder troops and turned into purple thunder and went west.
To the west of the strongholds of the four directions of battle, the 250 Li area of Moyo is the increasingly large number of ghost rattan tribes.
From a bird's-eye view of the sky, we can find that the whole big tribe is the center, dense and dense, like ants returning to their nests. They come from all directions, including young and middle-aged people, and even a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled.
The reasons for such a large-scale migration are as follows: first, the mysterious ancestral hall issued a mobilization order; second, and most importantly, the original tribes of the famine people have been burning out of oil wells, and there is almost no food to eat. The biggest ghost vine tribe is undoubtedly the last hope.
There is a central tent and a huge blood pool in the center of guiteng tribe.
Just in the early morning, a large amount of blood gas into the blood fog rose, covering the whole ghost rattan tribe over the sky, a strong and incomparable smell of blood to the outside.
At the edge of the blood pool stood several figures. The head of an old famine man closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the blood mist floating out of the blood pool. His face was intoxicated. Then he spoke softly and asked:
"Gui Teng Liao, how many of our people are gathered in your ghost vine tribe
Behind the old people, a very strong and strong chieftain of guiteng tribe with bramble and ghost vine totem on his face stepped forward, took a strong wind, and opened his mouth and replied:
"report to ancestral court emissary, at present, the total number of tribes plus our ghost rattan tribe is more than 9 million, but there are nearly 3 million old, weak, sick and disabled, and can not fight against the enemy."
The words of the chieftain of the guiteng tribe have not yet fallen down. The old waster beside him suddenly turned his head, and his momentum soared wildly. At the same time, his eyes were full of fierce light. His momentum was even more bloody than the blood pool in front of him. It can be seen that the number of lives in the hands of the second leader from the ancestral hall was stained with many lives, and then the cold and merciless voice sounded:
and "Who said that the three million old, weak, sick and disabled could not fight to kill the enemy. In the face of the race war, they were all soldiers, leaving some women and children behind, and the rest were sent to the outermost areas to serve as the vanguard."
The fierce and crazy momentum of the old famine people, accompanied by the cold eyes, directly made the jiteng tribal chief subconsciously step back, underground head, and responded:
"follow your will, Lord Zuting emissary."
"Are there any other news from the ancestors who are in charge of the war ahead?"
Hearing this question, the guiteng tribe chief hesitated in his ugly face, and then he said respectfully:
"one came back last night, but he was seriously injured. The Terrans are like the God of death everywhere in the jungle, and they can always intercept our people's foraging and delivering messages on the way. However, the news brought by the high-level waster last night is not very favorable He was sent to the inner part of the ancestral hall, but the great chief he was. "
At this point, GUI Teng Liao's voice stopped abruptly, and the old man looked at the blood pool in front of him again, and continued to speak softly and asked:
"the chief is closed in the inner hall and can't be contacted?"
The chieftain of guiteng tribe, who was big and covered with brambles and ghost vines, did not respond, but silence represented acquiescence. So the old people spoke and the voices of their old and tyrannical people around the blood pool continued to ring.
"If you ask someone to send the high-level waster who knows the intelligence to this place, I will ask myself. There are not enough people gathered here. Speed up the speed. The blood pool in front of you is consuming fast, so we should supplement it."
"Yes
Guiteng Liao bowed his head and stepped back away from him, leaving only the old people standing alone beside the blood pool. Looking at the blood pool in front of him, he was speechless and his face was extremely complicated.
He lived for a long time, which was extremely rare among the poor people. As a high-level waster, his wisdom was not low, and with the growth of age, he became more and more intelligent.
In his life, such a large pool of blood was rare in front of him. After fighting with the Terrans, the dead barbarians were also the first to be killed. Even in the most tragic war against the barbarian ancestral clan, not so many of them were killed at will.
Therefore, smelling the bloody smell in front of him, the old man felt fear. He even had a feeling that he was about to die.
Maybe it's the providence in the dark. The old people just feel a strong cold feeling, and then the cold feeling sweeps out from the tail vertebrae, and the blood all over the body seems to stop flowing. But it's Nanman here. The temperature is hot all the year round. There's no winter Nanman!It's the first time that people feel cold here.
All of a sudden, there was a roar from the wild people in his ears. The old man raised his head and looked at the sky above. Then he saw a golden streamer, which was piercing the sky above at a very fast speed to the top of the blood pool.
In the streamer, there is a huge figure stretching its wings, covering the sky and the rising sun, leaving a huge shadow on the blood pool.
The old man opened his eyes and let his tears run down. Although the sun above the dome was covered, in his eyes, the figure was more dazzling and the intensity was more violent.
This is the embodiment of light and heat in the world.
As if in the Golden Shadow, the old people felt a cold look, which was extremely cold.
"The ancestors of giants are in danger
A melancholy murmur came out of the old man's mouth. Then, in his eyes, a huge golden light column of heaven and earth was constantly enlarged, and then filled the whole pupil.
The next second, the center of the GUI Teng tribe is directly pierced by a golden light column that runs through the heaven and earth. The light column strikes the huge blood pool below. Countless blood is evaporated by the extreme high temperature, and turns into blood mist. At the same time, the water level in the pool drops down at the speed visible to the naked eye.
Ancient relics, heroes, spirits and supernatural powers.
The Phoenix opened a gap above the holy sun!
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On the periphery of the battlefield of the four directions stronghold, the pale and golden flames were burning fiercely. For such a powerful flame, trees could no longer be used as fuel for combustion, because the branches and vegetation had completely evaporated in an instant. Perhaps the southern expeditionary army in the distance could not see the burning scene, but in the eyes of the thunder army flying in the sky, the scene below was undoubtedly amazing, so that most of the thunder soldiers were staring at the four flame black holes which were spreading out and bringing death in the jungle. "What are you doing? Princess Wu has been flying far away, and you and I have not kept up with you!" In the sky, after returning to the God's Wangjing, he opened his mouth and let out a roar. Then he took ten thunder troops and turned into purple thunder and went west. To the west of the strongholds of the four directions of battle, the 250 Li area of Moyo is the increasingly large number of ghost rattan tribes. From a bird's-eye view of the sky, we can find that the whole big tribe is the center, dense and dense, like ants returning to their nests. They come from all directions, including young and middle-aged people, and even a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled. The reasons for such a large-scale migration are as follows: first, the mysterious ancestral hall issued a mobilization order; second, and most importantly, the original tribes of the famine people have been burning out of oil wells, and there is almost no food to eat. The biggest ghost vine tribe is undoubtedly the last hope. There is a central tent and a huge blood pool in the center of guiteng tribe. Just in the early morning, a large amount of blood gas into the blood fog rose, covering the whole ghost rattan tribe over the sky, a strong and incomparable smell of blood to the outside. At the edge of the blood pool stood several figures. The head of an old famine man closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the blood mist floating out of the blood pool. His face was intoxicated. Then he spoke softly and asked: "Gui Teng Liao, how many of our people are gathered in your ghost vine tribe Behind the old people, a very strong and strong chieftain of guiteng tribe with bramble and ghost vine totem on his face stepped forward, took a strong wind, and opened his mouth and replied: "report to ancestral court emissary, at present, the total number of tribes plus our ghost rattan tribe is more than 9 million, but there are nearly 3 million old, weak, sick and disabled, and can not fight against the enemy." The words of the chieftain of the guiteng tribe have not yet fallen down. The old waster beside him suddenly turned his head, and his momentum soared wildly. At the same time, his eyes were full of fierce light. His momentum was even more bloody than the blood pool in front of him. It can be seen that the number of lives in the hands of the second leader from the ancestral hall was stained with many lives, and then the cold and merciless voice sounded: and "Who said that the three million old, weak, sick and disabled could not fight to kill the enemy. In the face of the race war, they were all soldiers, leaving some women and children behind, and the rest were sent to the outermost areas to serve as the vanguard." The fierce and crazy momentum of the old famine people, accompanied by the cold eyes, directly made the jiteng tribal chief subconsciously step back, underground head, and responded: "follow your will, Lord Zuting emissary." "Are there any other news from the ancestors who are in charge of the war ahead?" Hearing this question, the guiteng tribe chief hesitated in his ugly face, and then he said respectfully: "one came back last night, but he was seriously injured. The Terrans are like the God of death everywhere in the jungle, and they can always intercept our people's foraging and delivering messages on the way. However, the news brought by the high-level waster last night is not very favorable He was sent to the inner part of the ancestral hall, but the great chief he was. " At this point, GUI Teng Liao's voice stopped abruptly, and the old man looked at the blood pool in front of him again, and continued to speak softly and asked: "the chief is closed in the inner hall and can't be contacted?" The chieftain of guiteng tribe, who was big and covered with brambles and ghost vines, did not respond, but silence represented acquiescence. So the old people spoke and the voices of their old and tyrannical people around the blood pool continued to ring. "If you ask someone to send the high-level waster who knows the intelligence to this place, I will ask myself. There are not enough people gathered here. Speed up the speed. The blood pool in front of you is consuming fast, so we should supplement it." "Yes Guiteng Liao bowed his head and stepped back away from him, leaving only the old people standing alone beside the blood pool. Looking at the blood pool in front of him, he was speechless and his face was extremely complicated. He lived for a long time, which was extremely rare among the poor people. As a high-level waster, his wisdom was not low, and with the growth of age, he became more and more intelligent. In his life, such a large pool of blood was rare in front of him. After fighting with the Terrans, the dead barbarians were also the first to be killed. Even in the most tragic war against the barbarian ancestral clan, not so many of them were killed at will. Therefore, smelling the bloody smell in front of him, the old man felt fear. He even had a feeling that he was about to die. Maybe it's the providence in the dark. The old people just feel a strong cold feeling, and then the cold feeling sweeps out from the tail vertebrae, and the blood all over the body seems to stop flowing. But it's Nanman here. The temperature is hot all the year round. There's no winter Nanman!It's the first time that people feel cold here. All of a sudden, there was a roar from the wild people in his ears. The old man raised his head and looked at the sky above. Then he saw a golden streamer, which was piercing the sky above at a very fast speed to the top of the blood pool. In the streamer, there is a huge figure stretching its wings, covering the sky and the rising sun, leaving a huge shadow on the blood pool. The old man opened his eyes and let his tears run down. Although the sun above the dome was covered, in his eyes, the figure was more dazzling and the intensity was more violent. This is the embodiment of light and heat in the world. As if in the Golden Shadow, the old people felt a cold look, which was extremely cold. "The ancestors of giants are in danger A melancholy murmur came out of the old man's mouth. Then, in his eyes, a huge golden light column of heaven and earth was constantly enlarged, and then filled the whole pupil. The next second, the center of the GUI Teng tribe is directly pierced by a golden light column that runs through the heaven and earth. The light column strikes the huge blood pool below. Countless blood is evaporated by the extreme high temperature, and turns into blood mist. At the same time, the water level in the pool drops down at the speed visible to the naked eye. Ancient relics, heroes, spirits and supernatural powers. 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