Don't say that the low-level monks are innocent. In such a war, in the division of interests after the war, if there were not these low-level monks who are loyal to these domain lords, fewer people would die.

"kill!"

Lin Fan roared, raised his arms and punched, plowing the area of ​​a hundred feet in front of him on the spot, and his fist marks continued to rumble forward, crushing all the Celestials troops in front of him.

At this time, Chen Xuandong had been captured by Lin Fan. No matter what he said, Lin Fan would not allow him to go to Tongtian anymore.

This is too dangerous.

The main thing is that the more moments like this come, the more serious dangers are in Lin Fan's mind, and he always feels that something terrible is about to happen.

"Quickly send an order to Zhentian Pass and let the three tribes block the passage so that no more soldiers from the Seventh Realm can enter!" Tongtian smiled grimly and asked his subordinates to quickly practice Zhentian Pass, and said sullenly: "

I will bury everyone in these thirty-two domains in one fell swoop!”

He is so cruel!

At this time, he still didn't give up, and wanted to close the door and beat the dogs, and kill the hundreds of millions of soldiers who came from the seventh realm, including Lin Fan and others, in the thirty-two realms.

Tongtian is crazy, his eyes are filled with murderous intent, and he wants to kill hundreds of millions of living beings in the world!

"Your Highness is in serious trouble!"

The subordinate who went to contact the three clans of Zhentianguan came down, his face was frightened and his steps were staggering.

"What happened again?" Tongtian roared.

"The Ling family and the Tuoba clan refused to obey the order, and both sent a hundred thousand troops to attack us!"

"What?" Tongtian yelled.

Zhentianguan also rebelled?

This means that from now on, the armies of the Seventh Realm can enter and exit the Heaven and Human Realm without any shackles, and they can do whatever they want!

"Damn it! Damn it!" Tongtian shouted.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?"

Someone asked anxiously. He looked at the densely packed legions outside the clan defense formation, filled with fear.

Since the founding of the Celestial Race, they have never encountered such a difficult and dangerous situation.

Even thousands of years ago, when civil strife broke out during the World War, it only affected two or three regions, and was considered the Celestial Clan's biggest failure.

So what about this time?

The Celestial Race is in danger of being exterminated, so what does that mean?

"Hehe..." Tongtian smiled: "Do you all think I will lose?"

His eyes were gloomy, and he told the army to be here and must get at least one day for him.

Tongtian went deep into the ethnic group, opening many terrifying restrictions along the way, and went deep into the underground palace.

This underground palace is so vast that you can't even see the edge. It is filled with gloomy air. Piles of soldiers are neatly arranged, with swords, guns and sticks classified into different categories. They are all shiny and murderous.

This is very strange. Under this underground palace, it is clearly damp and gloomy. These weapons, which have been placed for countless years, do not show any signs of decay; they seem to have been regularly maintained.

Under this underground palace, there was only a dim lamp, and I don't know what Tongtian did. In an instant, the entire underground palace was brightly lit, and it was as bright as a hundred days.

They are all coffins, densely packed, probably no less than a million. These coffins reflect a faint cold light, and there are huge iron chains on the coffins, as if they are sealing some demon.

"Haha...Lin Fan, do you really think you will win?" Tongtian laughed crazily: "The only thing you can defeat is the external power of our clan. This time, let you know what we are."

The heritage of the clan!”

At the entrance to the underground palace, there were cries and cries, and footsteps were messy.

Clan members with the blood of the Celestial Clan were escorted in one by one, with steel knives placed on their necks.

"Don't blame me!" Tongtian looked at these tribesmen ruthlessly, without any pity in his eyes: "You are protected by the tribe, and you are high up, overlooking all the creatures in the world. Now is the time for you to repay the tribe."

"Tongtian, you loser! If it weren't for your stubbornness and arrogance, how could you have reached this point?"

"Tongtian, you deserve to die. If it wasn't for your selfish motives and you didn't dare to report to the gods in the early days, how could you have reached this point!"

"No...I'm not willing to give in. I don't want to die. I don't want to be a sacrifice, sacrificing my soul and bones, and I will never be reincarnated..."

"Tongtian, I'll fuck your mother!"

There were too many roars and curses, and all these tribesmen were crying and trembling.

Everyone knew what was going to happen.

In this underground palace, those sleeping in the coffins are all the heroic spirits of the Celestial Race. They have shined in many eras. They are the first generation of Celestial Race. They came from chaos. After they died in battle, they refined themselves into blood spirits using secret methods.

Puppet, as long as it is watered with the same blood, it can glow with the power before it.

But that price is too heavy. If you want to awaken these millions of heroic spirits, I am afraid that the blood sacrifice of the entire Celestial Race will not be enough.

"cut!"

Tongtian is very ruthless.

Even if there were his brothers and uncles among the people being taken, he didn't care and gave the cruel order.

"Keng!"

The knife in his hand fell on the person's head and flew away. A jade basin accurately caught the gushing blood. Tongtian watched indifferently and walked up to an altar, as if he was dancing to a great god, dancing and murmuring words.

The howling wind was like the evil wind blowing from eternity ago, and the lids of those coffins were beating. In this gloomy underground palace, it was even more terrifying, and the sound was too loud.

"Junior...could it be that the divine war has begun again?"

There was a distant and vicissitudes of sound.

"Ancestor..." Tongtian began to tell.

"Incompetent! Waste!"

There was a loud shout and a loud bang, a coffin exploded, and a headless body flew out from it. The sound was so terrifying, and the whole body was filled with demonic aura.

"Please our ancestors to kill the enemy together." Tongtian knelt down.

"Hey... how can you, a waste like you, be recognized as the next generation of gods?" The headless body that came out made this sound.

This is a special kind of spiritual thought that is fluctuating.

Tongtian's eyes turned cold.

Too humiliating.

"That's it... you are... I already know everything." The headless body spoke again, and then said grimly: "He is suspected to be the descendant of the God of Thunder. Very good, I will kill him."

There was ecstasy in Tongtian's eyes, and the headless body said coldly: "It's just a master level, why bother to mobilize the troops? You must know that the number of times we can wake up is limited."

This blood spirit puppet spread out a gloomy light, covering all the coffins, blocking the irrigation of the blood: "You are really cruel and ruthless... The Celestial Race is not destroyed in the hands of others, but it is equivalent to ruining the next generation of you.

In the hands of God."

The man sighed: "Looking around the world, there are only eighteen people with the blood of the Celestial Race. You are a sinner."

Tongtian said nothing.
Chapter completed!