"Finally choose?" All of this was in Yan Lingyu's expectations. Whatever gives him the right to choose is all farts. Which two conditions, no matter who it is, as long as he has a little strength to win, he will choose the former, and the whole body
Half of the important components are missing, and even if they survive, they will be despised. Of course, those weak undead people may choose the latter, but the right to decide is not in them, but in the leader Hort.
In this world of practice where the strong prey on the weak, if you want to blame them, you can only blame them for being too weak and their lives are controlled by others.
The spiritual consciousness sent a voice transmission to call back the ten two fog shadow guards to protect their voices. They sent two fog shadow guards to guard the space crack tunnel, and finally sent eleven to guard the direction of their brother's escape. As long as they meet the escapee, they will kill them.
In fact, Yan Lingyu can set up a barrier, but he feels trouble. No matter how fast the undead tribe is, under the special stunts of cultivation and race, there is really no undead tribe who can escape the speed of the Mist Shadow Guard. Looking at those curious
The undead tribe said coldly, "There is time to play now, let me announce the rules of the game to you."
The spiritual consciousness swept through the direction of fifty miles and got a very satisfactory result. Fifty miles are not only not wide for practitioners, but are very small, which is very small. If you fight, the range of fifty miles will not be able to take action at all.
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But fifty miles are enough to fight, but it is just a fight alone or a small group of about ten people. For these hundreds of thousands of people, the journey of dozens of miles is too narrow, and it is simply a matter of
It is impossible to avoid it well, and it can only be used for power. This is also the effect Yan Lingyu wants. Only in this case can it be considered a real battle.
"I just gave you the leader two choices, and he chose the second one, the game of death."
"The rules of the game of death are very simple. Look at the eight directions behind you. There are cultivators in each direction. I can tell you clearly that their cultivation is at the level of the God Lord, which is equivalent to your Silver Reveal Zombie Seven
If you change your cultivation level, don’t think about running away. You can’t run out. Only killing and poking is the best way out.”
"You have more than 400,000 undead tribes here, but only ten people survived in the end! With a chance of less than one in 40,000, is it possible that you survive?"
"Oh! By the way, I forgot to tell you that if the final winner is not decided within twelve hours, then we don't mind moving the butcher knife to avenge the dead practitioners. At that time, you will not
If you have any survivors, don't doubt what I said, otherwise your leader will definitely have endless aftertaste."
"You can use poison, despicable sneak attacks, and do everything you can. As long as you can kill people and ensure that you survive, you may be the last ten people. Now the countdown begins, ten, nine, eight, four, two, one.
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The information transmitted by Yan Lingyu's spiritual consciousness undoubtedly made everyone creepy. The transmission of spiritual consciousness reached the minds of more than 400,000 people at the same time. They don't know how strong this person is, but they can be sure of it, that is, no matter how powerful this person is.
Wuhe can't escape the siege, he can only wait for death. If he doesn't want to die, he has to learn to protect himself. Whether it is killing people or hiding, it is only fifty miles away, and the time is only twelve hours. Once it passes, even Holt,
I can only wait for death.
The countdown time is a death talisman in the eyes of the undead tribe who is at the bottom of their cultivation level. Every countdown, the time they survive is one second less. Although every number is only one second long, it is in their eyes.
It passed quickly, ten seconds, and in their eyes less than a second.
When the number reaches one, the undead who is at the bottom of the cultivation level and is slightly lower will run away, but it is not running fifty miles away, but looking for a place to look for. As long as there is a chance to hide, they will not give up.
The undead with high cultivation and slightly higher cultivation are all using their power in their bodies as soon as possible to form light-shaped shields to protect themselves and not be attacked by sneak attacks. Green, silver, and plain crossing, making it already dark night
The plain illuminates the snow.
The moment the shield rose, everyone became panicked. As long as they saw that there were many people in some place, hundreds of dozens of energy were swept away.
Suddenly, there were screams within fifty miles of surroundings, and the green blood was splashing everywhere, making people unable to dodge.
From Yan Lingyu's perspective, it was the countdown to ten seconds, and everyone felt nervous and stressed. After the end, the energy around them made them feel scared. Everyone was vigilant and watched everywhere. If they were not careful, there would be an energy towards them.
Even if I send it, I can't escape the fate of being killed, especially the first attacker. Often, there are several to dozens of attacks shooting at him in the next moment of his attack.
By analogy, as a person's attack is released, almost everyone thinks it is an attack. Of course, the attacker is only a small part, but the small part of them has the least cultivation level and is almost a four-turn bronze zombie.
It is equivalent to the Daluo Golden Immortal in the Immortal Realm. Although this is only a small number of people, there are still chaotic attacks from tens of thousands and tens of thousands of people. Even Hot, who has the cultivation of the God Emperor, did not feel shocked and sweated a few times.
From the beginning to one minute, only 300,000 people were left, and more than 100,000 people died in about one minute. This is definitely the first strong civil war in the history of the underworld. There are 400,000 people, how many tens of them are there.
Seconds? Of course, this cannot be calculated by time. This is just the beginning. The front is just a simple massacre. Only when it comes to the back is the peak battle of a real master. Of course, the battle will only attract sneak attacks from others. Only by killing the real ones
Only experts will have the chance of survival, and no one will give up such an opportunity.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Yan Lingyu showed a sinister smile on his face. All of this was planned by him, but he didn't think he was too much, because he always abides by his own rules. If he doesn't offend me, I won't offend others.
I will fight back ten times if I offend me.
Invasion of the underworld, the Xiaoyao Sect is the most powerful and the leader of the immortal world. Naturally, there is no doubt that it stands in the front. Although there are the most masters left, there are also the most masters who die, compared with the hundreds of thousands of people in the underworld.
The losses of the Xiaoyao Sect are also insignificant, but compared with the real losses of the underworld, the losses of the Xiaoyao Sect are less than one percent.
Huayin looked at these undead tribes with some difficulty. If the blood was not green, she probably had vomited so many times. But even so, looking at the green blood flying all over the sky, she still pulled Yan Lingyu's sleeve and said.
"Yu, is this decision a little too much?"
After all, she was born in a wealthy family. At that time, Huayin's father was also a general of the dynasty. Compared with those princes, she didn't want to give in. When she entered the Xiaoyao Sect, she did not experience any fighting. The invasion of the underworld was almost her.
The first time she took action, she was defeated, and she lost miserably, so she felt more and more like she wanted to find support in her heart, otherwise she would not know when she would have the courage to confess to Yan Lingyu.
"Excessive?" Yan Lingyu still smiled and looked at the unilateral massacre in front of him. He hugged her and hugged her in his arms, and said intimately, "I don't think it's too much. Since they are invaders, they must have the awareness of death.
Think about those Nascent Souls that were swallowed by them, why don’t they feel too much?”
The tone of his speech was very friendly, but it gave people a feeling of anger, which was also Yan Lingyu's inner thoughts.
Huayin nodded, leaned her head on Yan Lingyu's chest, felt his body temperature, and the warm sense of security. The male breath seemed to pour into her breath in an instant, but she not only did not hide, but instead relied on it.
Follow closely.
Yan Lingyu smiled, at least not saying anything, but he vaguely guessed that Hua Yin was really thinking. Although Hua Yin didn't say anything on the surface, her kindness made her unwilling to see the picture in front of her. Then Yan Lingyu
This hug buried his head deeply in his arms.
The roars, screams, and scolds made Yan Lingyu feel excited.
Different from Yan Lingyu's revenge mentality, the fog shadow guards were watching the show seriously. There was no skill in this war at all. They massacred with powerful cultivation and had a sneak attack with one blow. You and I had no chance to go back and forth.
Any skill, speaking of sneak attack, they are the real kings.
It seems that there is no skill. The war head-on is deeply attracted to them. They think they are fighting in front and Yan Lingyu is watching the show behind, but they have no complaints. First, Yan Lingyu, as their patriarch, they are the fog shadow guards.
It was also born to protect the clan leader, which is their duty! Secondly, Yan Lingyu is the real god who led their fog shadow clan to light, and led them to this glorious stage again.
Without Yan Lingyu, it would be impossible for them to be the ones they are now, so they are willing to fight ahead. Even if they know that Yan Lingyu wants them to be just free thugs, they are willing to lead by example. If Yan Lingyu has a suicide order, they will also give up the slightest order.
Undoubtedly execute.
Compared with Yan Lingyu and Wuyingwei's mood, Hot and the four five-turn silver-reveal zombies standing behind him were motionless, with heartache on their faces, unbearable, and regretfully looking in front of them.
This is a world that is highly esteemed. Because they are strong enough, they stand there safely without even having to do anything, and no one will attack them, because other attacks are just for them to find any attacks.
It doesn't matter how much harm it is, it will kill you.
There is nothing wrong with the survival of the jungle. When they attacked the two realms of immortals and demons, they were strong and plunderers. Now, they are weak and are toys used as puppets. Yan Lingyu is the owner of the puppet. He can play whatever he wants.
They had no power to fight back at all.
During the invasion, they suppressed and killed the inferior skeletons with absolute cultivation. That was enjoyment, enjoying the happiness of the decision makers behind the scenes, and enjoying the fruits handed over after they were seized.