Everyone else also gathered around, supplementing the crimes of the descendants of the major god races.

For two hours, the Martial Arts Alliance went up to the alliance leader, the hall master, and down to the disciples, all took off their disguises and told about the suffering of so many years.

They really can't resist anymore.

If it weren't for the appearance of Xuanyuan Twenty-one today, I'm afraid that their fate would have been reduced to food for Ice Blood Luo.

Now that the descendants of Xuanyuan have returned, the flame of hope has been rekindled in everyone's hearts.

Perhaps, the glorious era that belonged to the human race is also about to return.

It's just that after Xuanyuan Twenty-one heard it, his expression was flat, and he could even see a little helplessness in his eyes.

"Ancestor, they can't come back, the three major desolate gods, only my ancestor is left, and he is still trapped in the Tongtian Lock Demon Tower, and the other two desolate gods, spent their last life yuan to open the passage, which allowed us juniors to escape, all the way back, countless casualties, and now I am the only one left!"

As he spoke, the old man in white trembled, and the breath on his body surged.

It's just that his cultivation fluctuates extremely unsteadily, sometimes in the early stage of the divine vein, sometimes the divine veins are threefold, and sometimes the divine veins are threefold and fivefold!

Even suddenly fell under the psychics!

Immediately afterward, a mass of half-sun magic appeared in the back of his head, looking extremely weak, as if he had been bitten off one side by force.

The law is broken, no wonder his cultivation will be high and low!

Everyone was in an uproar.

It wasn't that Xuanyuan Twenty-one was injured, but the news that the three major desolate gods couldn't come back, completely overturning their last hope.

"It's over, there is no future for the Terrans!"

"Are we really going to get out of here and go back to the big world?"

"Or can we only endure exploitation and become slaves!!"

"I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!"

On the spot, everyone in the Martial Arts Alliance collapsed, and they were able to hold on here because there was still a thought.

He returned one day from the three desolate gods and gave them this evil breath.

Let the grievances they have suffered over the years be able to vent out.

Take back the capital that belongs to them!

However, at this time, all thoughts were shattered, and the emotions of a landslide and a cracked ground enveloped everyone.

Some people simply couldn't stand the despair, cut off their hearts on the spot, disintegrated and died.

Even Lin Weng was pale and his eyes were empty, and the other hall masters were all hesitant and desperate.

Xuanyuan Twenty-one saw this scene, and felt guilty, as a descendant of the Xuanyuan clan, he could only watch his compatriots fall into deep distress and could not do anything.

Soon, the news that the three desolate gods had fallen and could not return spread like a plague in the corner town.

As a result, the entire corner town, more than 30,000 foreign warriors, all collapsed.

Wailing, crying, resounding over the town.

There are those who pay tribute to the three great gods of the wilderness and see them off.

But most of them couldn't bear this result, and even the warriors who carried the stone monument on the Netherworld Ancient Road stopped working and returned to the town, uniting together.

The next day, people were terrified, completely lost their minds, and turned into walking dead.

In the same way, the threat from the Protoss was the last straw that overwhelmed them.

Many people have been willing to be slaves, and the faith they hold on to is no longer there, and this is their last way out.

There are also some people who committed suicide collectively in the center of the town and ended their lives.

There are also people who have left the town, walked out of the ancient road, and are ready to return to the world, remove all disguises, and leave the blood and sweat of their lives in the corner town of Black Rock City.

Return home with regret and hesitation!

It's like a young man who struggles in the metropolis, throwing his youth and blood and sweat into the metropolis, and in the end he can only leave with his suitcase and in embarrassment.

In three days, the corner town has changed so much, and the corpses that can be seen everywhere on the streets are not cared for.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road, in contrast, such a change is a great joy for the Protoss.

In the past, those foreign warriors were still arrogant and adhered to the bottom line, which also led to contradictions and conflicts between the major gods in order to compete for their efforts.

And now, the major gods have relented in their ability to contain slaves, and they have even begun to pick and choose.

Female warriors with good looks will also be selected for their own amusement.

The most outrageous thing is that the Hehuan Shrine, which is notorious among the gods, directly spends a lot of money to buy female warriors in the corner town and brings them back to make a furnace for collecting yin and replenishing yang.

Sadly, countless female warriors have lost their dignity and actually lined up in long queues, scrambling to be the first.

They would rather be picked yin, but also have massive resources to cultivate, not far away, let alone live a life where the law is weak and they don't even dare to use their cultivation at will.

These days, the saddest thing is Xuanyuan Twenty-one, who lives in the three major desolate temples established by people back then, and now there is no one to worship them.

The door was sprayed with feces and urine, which was extremely ugly, and no one wanted to approach half a minute.

At this time, Xuanyuan Twenty-one sat in front of the three statues, absorbed 100,000 spiritual essences, and recovered some cultivation.

This was sent by the Martial Arts Alliance yesterday!

Now that the Martial Arts Alliance has also been disbanded, dividing up the treasure house, these 100,000 spirit essence were sent by Lin Weng.

Also on this day, Xuanyuan Twenty-one walked out of the Asorid Temple and came to the corner town leading to the street entrance to the capital of Xu.

Lin Weng, the hall masters, and a large number of foreign warriors, all gathered here.

"Now, my law is broken, Shouyuan is damaged, and time is running out!"

Xuanyuan Twenty-one looked at the surrounding crowd and said with a slight smile: "As a descendant of Xuanyuan, it is my responsibility and mission to strengthen the human race and protect my homeland!"

"The only remaining trace of life must be burned, even if there is a handful of ashes left in the end, and he will be raised, he will never let the Protoss trample on the dignity of my human race!"

With a heavy tone, Xuanyuan Twenty-one took a deep look at the indifferent crowd around him, and had no regrets.

He took a step towards the street, and the dozen or so Protoss in front of him all took a few steps back.

Xuanyuan Twenty-One wants to do something for the human warriors in his limited vitality.

Even if he can't reach the achievements of the ancestors, he must bloom his own fireworks.

"Senior Xuanyuan, all the way...... Let's go!"

Lin Weng stood up, there was no indifference, only reverence for Xuanyuan Twenty-one.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and Xuanyuan's predecessors are gone, and there is no possibility of returning.

Now the Protoss is strong, like the sky!

Even a few hundred years ago, when the three desolate gods were able to conquer the country, it was because there was a split within the Protoss and they were not united enough, so they would compromise.

Otherwise, even if the three desolate gods fought to the death, it would be useless, and at most it would cause damage to the local gods, but it would not be fatal.

And now, Xuanyuan Twenty-one simply does not have the combat power of the three desolate gods of the year!

If he goes, he will definitely die, but he still has not given up his mission, and the people he guards have long lost their faith and conviction.

"The last battle, in the name of Aragami!"

At this moment, Lin Weng shouted!

Gradually, the people of Xilala also agreed, and everyone's eyes were staring at the back of Xuanyuan Twenty-one Strange Heroes.

"In the name of Aragami!"

"Fight!"

"Endless!"

"Kill!"

"Evergreen!"

Xuanyuan Twenty-One stopped and tilted his head slightly, he was satisfied at this moment.

There was nothing more heartfelt than this, and he was more gratified.

"That is, there is no desolate god handed down to the world, and the blood of our generation is not cold!"

When Xuanyuan Twenty-One's gaze swept over the faces, he smiled, turned around suddenly, and the half-day law appeared in the back of his head.

Within the divine vein, surging divine power erupted!

"Protoss, come to war!"

Xuanyuan Twenty-one roared and thundered, and Fa Xiang was pushed out by his hands for a long time.