This is a crazy killing, compared to the lack of medicine for fifteen years, and even more at a loss in their hearts, they don't know where the future is, each of these Bat Saint Clan is extremely powerful.

In the past fifteen years, the people of the Wu clan have died too many in the continuous resistance, and most of the strong have fallen, and now there are not many backbones left except for the old and the young.

In addition, the wear and tear of the will made the people of the Wu clan fear the race of the Nine Netherworld from the depths of their hearts, especially this time, the Holy Clan actually appeared in the Golden Remnant Clan, which is the second time in the past fifteen years, but obviously this time the Golden Remnant Clan is much stronger than more than ten years ago.

Nangong Zhen's words and actions could only mobilize the blood of the people of the Wu clan for a moment, but as the killing unfolded, this so-called blood could not last long.

A terrible scream, in the face of the tall Bat Saint Clan, the people of the Wu Clan often showed a kind of powerless backlash, even if it was a struggle, but the Bat Saint Clan, with a body comparable to that of the barbarians, with magical powers that surpassed the Wu Clan, coupled with a large number, this battle, for the Wu Clan, except for the tragedy, there is no other.

Especially the more than ten Purple Line Clansmen of the Bat Saint Clan, each of them has the cultivation equivalent to the Wu Clan's Hou Wu, and has a body comparable to the barbarian barbarian soul powerhouse, where they passed, cruel laughter echoed, but all the Wu Clan who stood in front of them were torn apart by them.

They don't use any magical powers at all, those strong hands can replace everything, the human head is separated, the limbs are separated, and the flesh and blood are splashed everywhere to become the picture of the sky.

Nangong Plague spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the long pine in his hand penetrated through the eyebrows of a Bat Saint Clansman in the low roar, and with a wave of his left hand, a large amount of death qi immediately condensed, forming a whirlpool outside his body, and from that whirlpool, Shiduo's dead soul appeared, heading straight around.

He is a psychic medium, but even if he is a psychic medium, even if the psychic witch is mostly sympathetic to the dead and indifferent to the living, but this is different in Nangong Zhen, the psychic medium witch cannot suppress the bold character in his nature, which is also a reason why he has never been able to enter the post-witch.

Behind him, the Wu clansmen were becoming fewer and fewer under this constant death, and the battle reached its peak as the sound of self-explosion echoed with the roar of self-detonation.

It was the old men of the Wu clan who blew themselves up, and their destruction before death stimulated all the people of the Wu clan.

"Fight, then die!" Nangong Zhen roared.

"Fight for yourself, fight for our life clan, change your fate in the killing, and win a future in madness!" All the witch clans are already red-eyed at this moment, facing that holy clan, if one can't beat then two, two if two is not enough, three!

But despite this, in the case that the number of the Bat Saint Clan is not less than that of the Wu Clan, the deaths of the people of the Wu Clan continue to increase, the blood is full of slander, and the miserable screams are whirling, on the right side of the Nangong Trace, he saw with his own eyes that a clansman was torn off his head alive, and the blood erupted, and a few drops fell on his face.

In a short period of contact, more than 500 people from the Wu Clan only carved less than 300, and they could no longer rush forward, but were constantly pressed by the Saint Clan coming from above, and began to retreat step by step, until they retreated to the Guardian Light Curtain.

Nangong Zhen was desperate in his heart, he watched his clansmen die one by one, watched the familiar faces of fifteen years shatter, watched all this, but he was powerless to change.

But when they retreated to the side of this guardian light curtain, suddenly, a huge palm came out of the sky, illusory, and at the astonishing speed of the dead species, it went straight to Nangong Scar and those witch clans.

From a distance, this palm is extremely huge, hundreds of feet, when pressed down, there was a roaring sound, above the palm, the bat saint clan with a golden remnant in the center of the eyebrows, his right hand was raised, slowly pressed, the corners of his mouth showed hunger and disdain, in his opinion, the foreign people are weak and vulnerable!

Nangong Zhen roared, the green tendons on his face bulged, and all the clansmen behind him were frantically using all their strength to resist this huge palm!

If they can't resist it, they will die or secondary, this guardian light curtain may be difficult to hold onto, once the light curtain is broken, then the children in the valley, as well as those injured clansmen, will face a massacre without the slightest power to fight back!

Seeing that the palm of his hand was less than fifty zhang away from them, at this moment, a low roar of the old tea man came from this valley, but he saw a white-haired old man with a white face, rushing out of this valley, its speed was so fast, it penetrated the light curtain in a blink of an eye, and crossed Nangong Zhen and others, above them, a person faced the huge palm that was pressed, raised his right hand, and slammed his fist out.

"Izuki-senpai!"

"It's Yimu's senior!" A heartfelt cry emanated from the crowd, this old man was injured in the last war and could not recover from Yimu, who was in a coma!

At the moment when the entire valley was facing such a crisis, he woke up, and at this moment he desperately made a move, and the moment his fist touched this huge palm, Yimu spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body burst out with blood mist, and the whole person rolled upside down like a broken kite.

"Is this the strongest force of the aliens here, so weak and vulnerable...... All the people of the foreign race, they should die!" An indifferent voice came from the sky, and the surrounding Saint Clansmen floated in all directions, their expressions full of mockery, and most of the more than ten Purple Remnant Clansmen sneered, looking at the curtain below.

The person who said this was the golden cripple man who spread this huge palm at the highest place in the sky.

Nangong Zhen was desperate, he stepped forward and immediately supported Yimu, Yimu's face was bloodless, his eyes were closed, he was already seriously injured, and at this moment he was forced to make a move, and he was re-engraved, and his life was already hanging in the balance.

The huge palm roared, and when it was about to touch Nangong Scar and the others, in a low roar of Nangong Scar, all the witch clans entered the light curtain, watching the palm touch the light curtain in an instant, and with an earth-shattering roar, the light curtain exploded directly, turning into countless fragments and scattering in all directions.

The whole valley, at this moment, has no protection!

The huge palm did not disperse behind the collapse of the light curtain, but in a way that exterminated everything, it pressed towards the people of the witch clan in the valley!

The mountain peaks were shattered, a large amount of rubble fell off and turned into ash, and the earth could not withstand the power of this palm, and cracks appeared one after another, as if it was about to collapse.

In the formation inside the valley, there were no corpses, only layers of flying ash, and at that moment, all the people in this place turned into dust with the collapse of the formation.

In the trembling Tune Mansion, as the stone fell off, the children hugged their daughters tightly in fear, closed their eyes, and waited for death to come.

Nangong Zhen smiled miserably, beckoning his head to look at the palm, his expression showing despair.

"Where is the future...... That's the end of it"......

And at this moment, the indifferent words of the Golden Remnant of the Holy Clan were still echoing in all directions, and the contemptuous meaning was undoubtedly revealed.

“...... All foreigners deserve to die!"

But at this moment, at the moment when this indifferent voice echoed, at the moment when the huge palm was less than thirty zhang away from Nangong Zhen and the others, at this moment when everyone was already desperate!

An equally indifferent voice, suddenly, between heaven and earth, with a momentum that overpowered the golden remnant, roared like thunder.

"I ......" This was the first word of this voice, and when this word came out, all the Saint Clansmen in the sky felt a fierce wind howling from afar, and this wind was so strong that it was like the roar of the sky, and it made their bodies uncontrollably swept away.

"Also ......"...... This is the second word, and when the first word came, it felt like it was still far away, but the appearance of this second word had a feeling that it was right in the ears, roaring like thunder, so that all the people who heard it in the Holy Clan were in their hearts and minds at the same time.

A golden light, at an indescribable speed, appeared in this valley, under the huge palm that was pressed, this golden light turned into a figure, I couldn't see it clearly, I could only see him raise his right hand, stretched out a fierce finger, seemingly random, in this huge palm.

"Yes ......" is the third word, and the feeling of calmness gives people a feeling that it contains some kind of rule of heaven and earth, replacing the sounds of the surroundings and everything!

Compared with the palm, this figure was very small, but the moment his fingers touched this huge palm, an earth-shattering roar and violent whirlwind spread all around for hundreds of miles, and there was an impact that spread in all directions, like a howling wind, like an angry wave sweeping.

The huge palm, under this roar, trembled, shattered inch by inch, and finally burst open, turned into an impact, and rolled straight into the sky.

“...... Alien!" This is this sentence, the last two words, when the palm of the hand collapsed and rolled upside down, was slowly spoken by the figure.

At this moment, the wind was howling all around, and the figure was standing in mid-air, with long hair fluttering, dressed in white like snow, his face was handsome, with a diamond-shaped brand on his eyebrows, and a small snake on his shoulder with his head raised and spitting out the core, he stood there, attracting everyone's attention!

This person's eyes were covered with a deep canopy, as if the entire tea dome was covered with gold, and his body emitted bursts of golden light, which emanated from all parts of his body, making him look like he was wearing a layer of golden armor!

His eyes were even more frightening except for the deep canopy, but all the people of the Saint Clan who touched his gaze were all in their minds, as if they only looked at him, and they felt like their bodies were about to collapse.

It's a might, a power that surpasses all the power here!

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