Less than a minute later.
"Boom--"
A purple ocean of thunder destroyed the mountains in all directions, annihilating not only all tangible things, but also space and energy. The place was vast, like a purple ocean of thunder, with huge waves and nothing else existed.
No, there is also a towering demonic figure that looks like Primordial Wilderness Dayue. At this moment, he also looks extremely embarrassed. Such a powerful and extraordinary existence should be majestic and intimidating to the world, but at this moment, it is screaming and roaring continuously. It is hard to imagine how much torture he is going through.
Although Mo Taixu's advanced skills cannot be compared with the incarnation of Two Emperors of the Eastern Heaven, compared with the native Primordial Wilderness people, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is arrogant in the world.
He even cultivated star points on the acupuncture points in his body. A total of 365 stars rose up and turned into a Stars pattern. Although the Starss exploded quickly one after another, they truly blocked the devastating Purple Firmament Divine Lightnings for him.
"Xian Taixuan is dead, Ye Ling Yu is also dead, Lin Fei this outsider does not count!"
"I am the most powerful Primordial Wilderness person today! If I can't attain the Extreme Dao fruition status, then who has the qualifications?!" Mo Taixu was so mad that his whole body was burnt black, he vomited blood at the mouth, and he almost went crazy.
And under such circumstances, an extremely cold voice suddenly sounded, "Me!"
"Boom--"
A figure suddenly appeared outside the sea of thunder, and with a snap of his fingers a drop of extremely heavy water was driven into it, causing the thunder to violently boil.
Mo Taixu was so frightened and angry that his eyes were about to burst.
"Han Qiling, how dare you?!"
And without any suspense, the same drama was also playing out on Long Aotian's side.
The two supreme heroes Golden Immortal have been glorious for three thousand years, but they have faced the greatest crisis and are almost destined to die in frustration and anger.
The alliance of all races seems to be working together, but in the end, it seems that they are inseparable.
Han Qiling and Feng He were able to betray Lin Fei in the first place, and now they are able to betray the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races again.
A knife stabbed from behind is the most cruel and deadly.
"Pfft!"
Heavenly Sin fell from Lin Fei's hand, and a huge Qilin head rolled down. Under the brutal killing intent and sword intent, it immediately exploded into blood mist. The headless corpse spewed out a fountain of blood ten feet high, and fell to the ground with a crash, making the earth tremble.
"Escape!" I don't know who shouted out first. The voice was trembling, and there was even a hint of crying.
Crying tone?
"Hahaha!" Taiyi's legs were already gone, but he still laughed wildly. He even subconsciously patted his own thigh, but only got a lonely pat.
But this did not affect his expression of sarcasm as he continued to point out, "Is this the courage of Wanzu Golden Immortal? I thought that if I killed that old dog, there would be no more such shameful things. It seems that I thought too much."
"With your character, are you worthy of coveting the position of Extreme Dao? It's really a frog that wants to eat the meat of an eagle!"
Di Jun glanced at him and said again as a "friendly reminder": "It's a toad that wants to eat swan meat."
Taiyi blushed, and then he couldn't bear it any longer and roared at him, "Shut up! Is my own metaphor okay?"
This scene made everyone in Beicheng Town dumbfounded.
This... is Two Emperors of the Eastern Heaven? Why does it feel different from Taiyi as imagined?
Shouldn't it be that Extreme Dao has the demeanor of a strong man, with a stern face, a serious expression, and an extremely majestic look? What's the matter with this sense of déjà vu of this stupid young man and a troublemaker?
But even if Taiyi made sarcastic remarks, it could not stop Wanzu Golden Immortal from making the decision to flee.
For a time, the field was filled with torn spaces and void passages.
But the figures of Golden Immortal were killed one after another by Heavenly Sin, staining the world with blood.
The heinous murder committed against Human Race over the past three thousand years has finally come to be repaid.
It is worth mentioning that with the death of such an exaggerated number of Golden Immortal, the violent rain of blood has covered the entire Primordial Continent.
Green mountain peaks, green grasslands, yellow sand deserts, azure seas, black fertile fields...
The entire Primordial Wilderness is vast and boundless. Except for the four Jedi, everyone is bathed in the rain of blood!
Countless creatures from all races looked at this rain of blood, all filled with fear.
"Lord, how could this happen? Could it be the golden Immortal Venerable of our Alliance of Ten Thousand Races..." A young Heaven-Rending Demon Butterfly spoke in a trembling voice, feeling his hands and feet were cold and his limbs were numb.
"Pah!"
What greeted him was a loud and crisp slap. The lord was so agitated that he could not hold back his strength and directly whipped the latter away, sternly scolding. "You are so presumptuous! Don't talk nonsense! We and the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races are so powerful, how can there be any reason to lose?!"
But he already realized that when he said this, the voice of his spiritual thoughts was trembling.
The beaten young boy Heaven-Rending Demon Butterfly covered his face and did not dare to say anything more.
The lord looked up to the sky, letting the heavy raindrops patter on his face, and the fear in his eyes lingered.
This is just a microcosm.
Boundless panic almost permeated the entire Primordial Wilderness race.
But it's only close.
In the ancestral land of the Sheep Tribe, the ancestor Man Yangyang dropped his crutch in an instant. His figure, as old as an octogenarian, actually ran wildly in the rain of blood, looking up to the sky with tears in his eyes and shouting, "Rain of blood! It's rain of blood!"
The carnival atmosphere almost instantly ignited the entire ancestral land of the sheep tribe.
"We don't know how far away from the battlefield. There is a majestic rain of blood here. An unimaginable number of Golden Immortal must have fallen!"
"Celestial Venerable of Ten Thousand Sages doesn't have that many Golden Immortal under his command. The Alliance of Ten Thousand Races must have suffered extremely heavy casualties!"
"Haha, God opens your eyes, God opens your eyes!"
If the sheep tribe who are friendly with humans are like this, what about the humans who are as humble as mice and struggling to survive, hiding in every corner of Primordial Wilderness?
In a barren mountain, a group of human beings hugging each other for survival cried out and fell to their knees. The sound of thumping could be heard endlessly.
The old man who was recommended as the village chief knelt down and held up his hands, followed by the rain of blood falling from the sky. Tears welled up in his cloudy eyes, his weathered cheeks seemed to be crying and smiling, and his cracked lips were murmuring.
"Have a good death! Retribution, it's all retribution!"
"The Golden Immortal of all races are aloof and have ordered the slaughter of my human race for three thousand years... Let all these beasts die!"
"Celestial Venerable of Ten Thousand Sages... Thank you, really thank you!" Not only the crowd was filled with excitement, but the village chief's voice was choked with sobs, and he was a bit teary-eyed, saying, "All Primordial Wilderness mankind will remember your kindness!"
"I don't know how to repay this kindness, but I believe that as long as Heavenly Venerable gives the order, all Primordial Wilderness mankind will die for you!"
The village chief suddenly brought the blood in his palm to his mouth. He held it in his mouth for a long time but refused to swallow it. He just gritted his teeth and shed tears.
It's like I want to taste the taste of revenge for this blood feud.