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Xue panted violently. He was covered in blood and scars, and his whole body seemed to have been delayed. Behind him, there were hundreds of men, women, and children, including humans and a few people from all races, elves, goblins, and tree demons.

The people with deer bodies and so on were either injured or disabled, and right in front of him, there was a holy figure standing high, and tens of thousands of people from all races formed a coalition. The torches they held illuminated the mist of the wilderness, and also

Their military strength was displayed in front of the blood. They were densely packed with countless numbers, and the mountains and fields could not be seen to the end. There were also legends, demigods, and spiritual figures suspended in the air, surrounding hundreds of their defeated soldiers in an encircling manner.

If it were in the past, Xue would only howl with excitement when faced with this situation. He had also fought against the Holy Throne, and he had won the battle. As for the extraordinary beings of all races and the so-called heroes of all races, Xue would have

He simply looked down upon it, saying it was all rubbish. He wished he could ask who else was there.

But at that moment, at this moment, he had already been severely injured, and even the core of his strength was broken by the high-level holy throne. Although the origin was not destroyed, as long as there was enough time, he could still be rebuilt, but this time can

It cannot be done in a year or two. Now he can be said to be the weakest since he left the village and wandered into the wilderness. Facing the scene in front of him, he knew that he was certain to die, and not only the clansmen and comrades behind him,

None of the comrades’ clansmen can be saved...

For a moment, all that was left in Xue's heart was the lament of the hero's end.

He took a deep breath and smiled at the people behind him, but he did not see the woman who had been following him in the past. In the past, no matter how reckless he did, no matter how much trouble he caused,

, no matter how desperate the situation was, the woman would always show him a gentle smile when he looked back and smiled, but... she was gone, and was killed by the Holy Throne right in front of him...

"...I'm coming." Xue turned his head, laughed, and rushed forward, sprinting towards the races, the holy throne, and death in front of him.

In the sky not far from the battlefield, in a heaven and earth Xuanhuang ship, Ziya just looked down coldly, while behind him there were several men and women pressing a young man to the ground, and this young man was going crazy.

Struggling and crying loudly at the same time, green aura kept emerging from his body. Once these green auras left his body, they immediately turned into various plants, stems, leaves and vines. However, several people next to him also had their own special powers, easily

Suppressed him and the plants on him.

The young man roared loudly: "Prime Minister, please save my brother, Prime Minister, please save him, please, Prime Minister, my brother's talent is ten thousand times better than mine. As long as I save him, he will definitely be stronger than me in the future."

More, please, Prime Minister!"

Ziya just silently looked at everything on the battlefield below. When he saw the blood rushing towards the army of all races, he sighed and said: "You are really fascinated by luck... Ya, it's me who is against you."

My brother didn't save me, but I couldn't save him. Although the previous drastic changes in the world didn't last long, they finally allowed Heaven to wake up for a moment. In this moment, many things have begun to change, similar to your brother.

Those who have such a bloody destiny for mankind are actually all targeted by 'fate'. This is a force that cannot be disobeyed. Even if I control this Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Ship to rush into the battlefield now, of course I am not afraid.

Those races are fighting this ordinary saint, but your brother is still dead. And if we join the battle before his death and try to rescue him, it is very likely that high-level saints passing by will join the battle at the same time. Unless we can

Get rid of this high-level saint in a short time, otherwise another high-level saint will pass by 'accidentally', and in the end, we will all die, so it's not that I don't save it, but that I really can't save it."

Although the young man wanted to save his brother, he even risked his own life for this, and he also suspected that Ziya was deceiving him, but long-term contact made him know that Ziya might be very scary and dangerous to all races, and at the same time

It's not trustworthy, but he is a kind elder to fellow human beings.

, if a human hero really fell into a desperate situation, as long as he could be saved, Ziya would never be able to watch this human hero die. So when Ziya said that it was not possible to save, it meant that it was really impossible to save. Thinking of this, the young man could only

I can cry loudly, even because the corners of my eyes are broken, and the tears I cry are even more bloody.

Ziya watched as the blood on the battlefield spawned endless plants again, and he turned into a plant giant hundreds of meters high. Seeing all this, Ziya just sighed in his heart.

They are both plants, but they are also different. Xue's bloodline is Dongfang Yimu's bloodline, which is one of the top bloodlines stimulated by human blood luck. He is born to be able to control all plants in the world. When he was still weak, he relied on his bloodline to achieve his current power.

, enough to rival a demigod-level transcendent, and in the future, he can even spawn a vast and boundless forest. As long as the forest is immortal, he will not be extinguished. At this time, he can rival the spirit level.

Ziya witnessed all this with his own eyes and made data evaluations.

The first qualitative change of blood occurred when he fought against the Holy One who came to the east. At that time, the blood gave birth to magical plants in desperate situations, and they gave birth to huge numbers like a forest. This made him

There was a qualitative change in his strength, and he destroyed the saint's true form in one fell swoop, and he was on the verge of becoming a saint.

According to Ziya's estimation, there is still huge room and potential for progress in Xue's future. First of all, different types of magic plants, levels, etc., will also affect Xue's strength. As long as Xue dedicates himself to research and try, he is

Among the four bloodlines, it is easiest to become a true saint, and as the strength increases, the potential should be the greatest.

But there was no time for Xue to grow. Not only him, but also the other three holders of the Sifang bloodline did not have enough time to grow. The recovery time of the Holy Throne Group of Ten Thousand Races had been greatly advanced. Ziya knew that among them

It must be Youhao's secret plan. Ziya also had some guesses as to why this was the case. Not to mention, in short, the holders of the four bloodlines finally arrived in front of them because of this time.

This step.

Time is also fate.

"'Destiny'?"

What Azor didn't see was that Ziya clenched his teeth so hard that their teeth were somewhat broken, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Ziya knew from a long time ago that human beings are really like ants to all races. Therefore, if humans want to rise and fight against all races, they can only rely on sacrifice, life, and human heads.

To bridge the gap between them, Ziya has always believed that if he wants to achieve his goals, he must sacrifice his head first...

but!

But he never took it for granted!

No one wants to die. Even the ants are living in vain. No one wants to send their friends, their comrades, their clansmen, or even their relatives to die. No one wants to do this!

But for the sake of victory, for righteousness, and for the future generations to live like real people instead of being easily crushed like ants, Ziya had to send them to death...

That’s why Ziya is crazy, that’s why Ziya hates all races, and even himself, so Ziya often seems to have a tendency to self-destruct. Just like what he said, the last head sacrificed will inevitably

It's just like him, he feels that he is a sinner, a sinner with the last hope.

That time and that moment, this moment too...

As Ziya watched, the blood was drowned by the extraordinary beings of all races. The plant forest he summoned was fragile, and the plant giant he transformed into was easily destroyed. All this did not even let the holy throne above their heads.

When he took action, the blood plant giant was torn into pieces, and his body was also torn apart. When he did all this, the saint sneered, stretched his hand forward, and the blood soul was

It appeared and floated towards the hand of this holy person.

When Ziya saw this scene, he raised his head and looked at the sky, and then he sneered.

Seeing that the bloody soul was about to fall into the hands of this Holy One, suddenly, this Holy One looked at a certain place in the sky in shock, where a huge sense of threat was quickly appearing, and this Holy One did not even think about it

He immediately began to move and flicker, but as soon as he used the space method, he immediately discovered that the space on this island was completely locked. It's not that he couldn't break the blockade, it was just that he couldn't do it with his strength.

To break through this space blockade, it is estimated that only high-level saints or stronger ones can do it.

At this moment of confusion, a torrent of chaos began to gather in the sky and spurted towards the battlefield. The saint only had time to use his energy to retreat backwards, and the torrent of chaos had already fallen from the sky.

It hit the place where the holy throne was standing just now, and an infinite amount of light and heat burst out in this place. The surrounding races directly shattered and disappeared without even reacting, and this torrent of chaos was still extending and impacting underground,

Annihilation...

After one shot, the huge Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Ship also fell from the sky. What is strange is that all the races on the scene have been destroyed. No matter whether they are mortal or extraordinary, whether they are demigods or spiritual beings, there is not even a trace left of them.

Under the circumstances, only the blood souls and the hundreds of troops mixed with a small number of all races were unscathed.

"Daoyun Network... Tiandi Xuanhuang Ship!?" The saint looked at the giant ship with a gloomy face, fear appearing in his eyes.

Although this saint is an ordinary saint, he is an experienced ordinary saint. He also witnessed the scene when the one burned down the Eastern Palace and then fought the two emperors to the outer plane. Then he faced that scene later.

The Holy Throne Group was quite disdainful of the armed equipment manufactured by the Holy Throne Group at first, but reality gave the Holy Throne Group a severe slap in the face. It was obviously just a creation, but it actually filled the ranks of mortals.

The huge gap between the saints and the holy ones is neither magic nor science. All saints know that this multiverse, whether it is technology or purely magical creations, such as magic guides, actually has an upper limit, and

This upper limit is about to reach the level of rules, that is, the edge of the ordinary holy throne. If you want to use mass-produced creations to fight against the holy throne group, this is simply courting death.

But that man broke this ideal of heaven and earth. He actually created an artificial creation that could compete with ordinary saints, high-level saints, and even compete with the innate saints in a short period of time. They were the Daoyun Xuanhuang Ship.

, Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Ship, Chaos Xuanhuang Ship.

At that time, this saint witnessed the terrifying scene of even the high-level saint falling under the salvo of thousands of ships. From then on, the man's terror was deeply imprinted in his heart, and for that man

He was even more filled with fear for these three types of battleships built by men.

At this time, a Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang ship that could rival the high-level Holy One appeared, and there was no doubt that the Holy One immediately smelled the breath of death.

But after all, he is different from those useless ordinary saints. Although he is also an ordinary saint, he is a saint who fought for the throne from the war of all races. He did not rely on luck exchange to obtain the saint. He also made a breakthrough back then.

He was elevated to a saint after his spiritual peak. Unfortunately, his foundation and potential did not reach the level of a high-level saint, so he was stuck at an ordinary level. At this time, he still had the courage, so he shouted directly and asked: "

Is it an anonymous genealogy? I didn’t expect that your fate is so great. Even the New Era is still there. I thought you were the only one left, Hao. Please sign up and let me see who you are.

A lost dog."

Ziya stood in the ship. After hearing this, he just sneered: "Are you waiting for other saints to arrive? But it is a pity that when you kill this human hero, the backup you expected will not appear.

, don’t you understand such a simple truth that destiny disappears after death?”

"Zi, Ziya!?" The holy figure's expression immediately changed, and then he turned around and turned into light and flew away tens of thousands of miles away in an instant.

But just tens of thousands of miles away, an invisible barrier shrouded the surrounding area. The holy throne slammed into it, but was directly bounced back by the invisible barrier. He looked panicked and began to bombard the invisible barrier.

, but it can't shake this invisible barrier at all.

At this time, Xue's soul began to disappear and dissipate. This was a sign that his soul began to fall into the netherworld. He seemed very ignorant and his eyes were lifeless. He just dissipated naturally, while Ya had already climbed up from the ground. He looked at

The blood was dissipating in mid-air on the battlefield below, and tears kept pouring out.

Finally, the soul of the blood completely dissipated, and the hundreds of people below started to cry loudly. Ziya did not pay special attention to this group of people, although he guessed that there were some potential people among the surviving people.

, but this was just luck. He just looked at the crazily struggling holy throne thousands of miles away and said: "Destroy him, pick up the people below, and then go to the next battlefield!"

The battle didn't last long, and it couldn't even be called a battle. A Xuanhuang ship that had laid out a Daoyun network and sealed off the space could easily destroy an ordinary saint. Ziya

Looking at the Holy Path hovering inside the ship, he pondered silently, and then began to plan his next move.

As Ziya's students and disciples, Ya and others were also the heads of various departments of this Tiandi Xuanhuang ship. After picking up hundreds of men, women and children, they began to arrange accommodation for them, screen their identities, treat their injuries, etc.

During this contact, these hundreds of men, women, and children also learned their identities. They were a team of famous Red Sages wandering on the ancient continent.

Ya was in a daze in the command room. He still couldn't forget the scene of the blood soul dissipating. At this time, suddenly there was a strange footsteps approaching Ya. Ya immediately turned around and saw a one-eyed boy of about ten years old holding his arms.

Something was coming towards him.

This thing was wrapped in a huge piece of linen and was two to three meters long. The boy had to hold it very hard, but he walked very resolutely. When he reached a place about ten meters away from Yayomo, he blushed and asked

: "Excuse me, are you the brother of the blood leader they said?"

Ya was stunned for a moment, then he nodded bitterly.

The young man exhaled and placed the thing on the ground. At the same time, he opened the linen and revealed an emerald-green wooden strip. The young man said: "This is what was born after the blood leader defeated the holy throne."

When a sapling came out, the blood leader was very happy and told us that as long as this tree can mature, we will grow it again.

We will no longer be afraid of the Ten Thousand Clans, but... Ten Thousand Clans are coming too fast. Although this tree is moved by the Blood Leader every day, it is only a small tree. We have no choice but to cut down this tree under the Blood Leader's order.

A small tree has retained its essence in this wooden heart. You are the blood leader’s younger brother, so this final legacy will be left to you.”

Ya came closer blankly and touched this piece of wood with his hand. Suddenly, a feeling as if touching his own flesh and blood came from his fingertips. Ya could clearly feel the surging vitality in this piece of wood.

At the same time, there was also a hazy consciousness that was only instinctive. This consciousness was letting Ya plant it in the ground again, and it wanted to grow again.

At this time, the one-eyed boy bowed and walked out with a determined expression. Ya immediately shouted: "Are you from my brother's tribe? Who are you?"

The young man stopped, but did not look back. He just whispered: "We are all members of the blood leader's clan, and we are all soldiers under the blood leader's banner... My name is Ding." After saying that, the young man continued without stopping.

He strode outside.

Ya watched the young man go away, touching the wooden strip with his hand, and he was completely fascinated for a moment.

When Ziya finally emerged from the invisible state and officially participated in the attack on the Holy Group, Zhang Haohuan finally made a decision on an isolated island.

"We are about to attack!" Zhang Haohuan said to Yang Lie.

Yang Lie licked his nostrils nonchalantly and said: "Yes, yes, it depends on your cross talk, my broken long-range sniper rifle, and at most these few funny people, gangsters, and those who often

It’s up to us to save the world with its head raised, and this one that’s always ready to chop it down.”

Zhang Haohuan's face suddenly darkened, and he pointed at the few things following him closely with lewd smiles on their faces and said: "Don't underestimate them, they just lost most of their strength. Otherwise,

, they alone are enough to use the high-level saint as a ball!"

Yang Lie did not refute, but just followed Zhang Haohuan's words and asked: "What you said about playing ball is an adjective? Or is it a verb that they will really do this?"

"...Verb." Zhang Haohuan suddenly felt that the future was bleak, and he closed his eyes before saying these two words.

Yang Lie suddenly chuckled, took out a wooden stick from his arms, lit it and put it in his mouth. At the same time, he said: "So are you going to take us to find those holy places and then laugh them to death?"

Unexpectedly, the stick was snatched away by Zhang Haohuan. He took a deep breath and let the smoke that stung his throat enter his lungs. Then he said to Yang Lie seriously: "No, I'm serious, let's attack!

"

Yang Lie didn't care. He took out another wooden stick, lit it and sucked it while saying: "Okay, okay, you are the boss anyway, you can just give orders. Let's make an agreement first. I can beat, but at most I can beat ordinary saints.

And there must be high-tech weapons to carry it. Now, it's great to hit the spiritual position. I won't die anyway, so don't blame me if you die."

Zhang Haohuan suddenly growled dissatisfied: "I'm serious! And it's not the two of us and these things that I rely on!"

Yang Lie looked around, and then said: "Does it mean you can shoot an arrow through the clouds and thousands of troops come to meet you? Don't be ridiculous, I will protect you, find a place to squat, and wait until Hao

After opening the human city, I will take you back, so stop making trouble, okay?"

"I said it, I mean it!

!" Zhang Haohuan roared angrily: "Jun told Hao's plan, unless a large number of people die, and a large number of Holy Thrones do not die, it is impossible to open the human city. The current situation is that during the great struggle, the Holy Throne Group

If they want to kill us, why don’t we actually want to kill them? The Heavenly Dao has awakened for a moment, but this means that at this moment, the conditions for the Heavenly Dao’s resurrection have been met, it’s just sooner or later. This is not only what we know, those saints

You all also know that they must improve their strength and status as much as possible before Heaven takes control of everything, improve their luck, or snatch innate spiritual treasures, and we must also take this opportunity to eliminate more of those saints.

!

"

"Next, the innate demon gods will also enter the world, and the remaining saints who have not yet appeared will also enter the world. They are all competing for it, and our people, whether they are Gu, Jun, or other human heroes,

They are also struggling in this desperate situation, but this is not enough!

"

At this moment, Yang Lie finally became more serious. He took a deep breath of cigarette and said to Zhang Haohuan: "Go on, what do you want to do?"

"Attack, I've said it many times!

Zhang Haohuan shouted again: "My reinforcements will arrive after we attack, as long as they are there!"

"

Zhang Haohuan pointed at the things behind him. Yang Lie's mouth suddenly twitched. He pulled Zhang Haohuan and whispered: "Don't think that I have been dawdling for hundreds of years. I now know what they are...

Go to hell with those in the group, Pikachu, right? This is a public enemy. Not only the Innate Demon God wants to kill them, but the Holy Group will definitely kill them if they see it. Even other branches of the group will kill them if they see it.

We will use all our strength to kill them, and we who stand with them will really be doomed."

Zhang Haohuan immediately nodded seriously. He looked at those things that were smiling obscenely, and said to Yang Lie in a low voice: "Yes, that's what it is. For them to appear, it is best to be in front of multiple saints, or with high officials.

The more people know about their appearance, the better. By then, our reinforcements... or our enemies will also appear, and when they appear, the innate

The Demon God Group and the Holy Group have more formidable enemies. It’s easy to fish in troubled waters, right? That’s when we hunt the Holy Group and obtain more Holy Paths!"

Yang Lie nodded, then he was stunned and said to Zhang Haohuan with an ugly face: "Could the reinforcements and enemies you mentioned be..."

"That's right." Zhang Haohuan finally smiled, nodded and affirmed: "That's right, it's the one you thought of..."

"Go to hell with the other branches of the group! Go ahead and hate them all. If you count all Pikachu's forces, they are the ones you hate the most!"