Archfiend Chapter 782: : Heroic Monument (2)

No one spoke.

Everyone understands the concept of 136 million.

The True Lord Yuan Ying is a million-spirit level, and the Jin Dan true person can only count one hundred thousand. Zhenwu Realm... how many monks are there? How many motherships are there?

This is definitely going out!

Thousands of years of temptation, the other party finally never knew how many light-years away he stretched out his fangs, and without any reservation, after a few light-years away, he beat the drums of killing.

Heavy numbers prevent everyone from speaking. After a long time, General Huaxia looked at Xu Yangyi: "Are you sure?"

"Are you sure this is Kunlun Ruins?"

"Mr. Wolfman, you must know that your judgment may be related to the lives of all people on the earth. We have no clue, we can only trust you, and then start investigating from your theory."

The white admiral looked at Xu Yangyi deeply and bowed unexpectedly: "So, please affirm your answer."

"One hundred percent answer."

Xu Yangyi took a deep breath and said loudly: "I'm sure, and yes."

"This is the teleportation circle of Kunlun Ruins. I don't know what they are going to teleport. But it has absolutely nothing to do with the real martial arts!"

The aura of the spiritual energy of the upper world, the flower in the mirror transformed herself, and will never admit her mistake.

"Didi di!" At this moment, all the screens in the room suddenly rang, and the light curtains flashed on all sides, and immediately switched to a white old man.

"General Paulo, General Ma, I think you must look at this."

There is no nonsense, the screen is flashing, this time, even all the gold cores stood silently.

In the cloud cave...something appeared!

Not a fleet, and no monks, but a piece of stone monument. A huge stone monument about 100 meters high and twenty to thirty meters wide. From the cloud hole, slowly fell to the ground with a roar.

"What is this?" The real Black Mountain had a solemn gaze, and he couldn't see why he came. He immediately asked: "Spirit power index? I suggest more than ten thousand spirits, and missile attack immediately."

There was no immediate answer. Everyone looked at Paulo. He stared at the screen in amazement, then turned his head for a few seconds and said: "The Fifty Spirits..."

The Wulin?

Fifty monks who have just begun to refine Qi?

"It's really the Fifty Spirits." General Ma also looked at the laptop, then looked up at the light curtain questioningly: "What the **** is this?"

Visitors from outside the sky.

Finally began to reach the earth.

Xu Yangyi's eyes flickered, and then immediately disappeared in place. The other golden pills were stunned, but they reacted immediately, disappearing almost simultaneously within a second.

"What happened to them?" Paulo asked, suppressing the anxiety in his heart. It's too weird... If something is abnormal, it is a demon. With such a huge teleportation circle, one hundred thousand fifty-seven hundred-meter steles have been transmitted?

General Ma's eyes moved, and then he and Paulus reflected almost at the same time, exclaiming: "Jerusalem!" "There are also cloud caves outside Jerusalem!"

How fast the real Jindan is. While they are still exclaiming, the eighteen real people have already surrounded the cloud cave tacitly. In their eyes, a stone monument that was extremely insignificant compared to the cloud cave, fell like weightless, faster and faster, with a "boom"! Suddenly hit the ground.

Nothing unusual.

All eighteen rays of light shot past, and as they approached, a misty white light shone on the stone tablet. Lines of blood red characters appeared slowly on the stone tablet.

"This is..." The real Black Mountain took a step forward, just about to touch the stone stele with his hand, but was blocked by the white light, and he couldn't enter half an inch.

"Sashisha..." As if a **** was writing with a pen, the first line of words appeared soon.

Zhenwu Realm, Holy Land Zhurong Shenzong, Moyun ancestor, spiritual power: eight hundred and twelve million souls! Shadow Realm.

Do not return to the realm, the court of practice, the true monarch of heaven, spiritual power: eight hundred and ninety-seven thousand spirits! The field of life and death.

Wow!

One stone stirred up waves!

Eighteen eyes crossed each other, even they felt a layer of white hair sweat on their backs!

Xu Yangyi pressed his lips tightly, but his fists creaked. Yes, this is a text, a text composed of meaningless words, but as soon as I see these texts, a soaring war spirit rushes toward the sky! The blood of the whole body is boiling!

Here...

It's finally here.

The book of the first battle, the edict of the upper seven realms, at this moment, finally reached the earth!

Yes, this is not Zhenwu Realm, this is a book of war. The Battle of the Ten Thousand Worlds, anyway, is a battle allowed by the Seven Realms. This battle book must reach both sides, telling everyone about the strength of your opponents, and... the possibility that you can live on your knees. Or... Stand on the other side's territory and hunt for glory with banners.

"Swipe..." appears again on the second line.

Zhenwu Realm, Holy Land Hanhaixian Palace, Moon Shadow Immortal Grandma, Spiritual Power: 7.79 million spirits, Zero Degree Domain.

No Return, Vatican, Holy Light Murad, Spiritual Power: 8.3 million spirits, forbidden light domain.

Vatican, Saint Peter of the Light almost screamed, what kind of magic weapon is this for reconnaissance! Even the one who was hidden deep in the holy light vault was found!

Next, the text continues.

True Martial Realm, Northern Ming Dynasty, Northern Ming Dynasty, Spiritual Power, 7.2 million Spirits, Royal Realm.

No Return, Mecca, Alam Khan of the Sky, spiritual power, eight million spirits, sky realm.

Zhenwu Realm, Great Jin Dynasty, Queen Jin Dynasty, Spiritual Power, Seven Million Spirits, Realm of Rebirth. Do not return to the realm, the Greek king Rus family, "God Killer" Wrynn, 7.9 million souls, the realm of glory.

Zhenwu Realm, Eastern Tang Dynasty, Prince An, Spiritual Power, 6.82 million Spirits, Distorted Realm. Do not return to the realm, "King Garuda" Dijang Jawala, seven hundred and six hundred twenty thousand spirits, in the field of mandala.

One by one, one by one, some people who have never seen it before, and Yuan Ying Zhenjun who has never even heard of it, were completely disclosed to everyone by Kunlun!

They don't know that at this moment, all over the world, crowds watching the excitement, monks, in this sudden state, have gathered next to the stone tablets.

Tokyo, Ginza, among the busy traffic, suddenly a car crashed into the front, and the front collided again, one after another, and there were more than a dozen cars in a row. However, the driver in the car rushed down immediately, staring at the stone monument in the center of Ginza bursting out with white light.

In Dubai, several top rich people hurried out from the Burj Al Arab Hotel, looking at the 100-meter-high stone monument in front of the hotel with a solemn expression.

"Take a picture immediately and convey it to everyone in the group." A Middle Eastern man in a white robe had a deep face and a wine glass in his hand. His voice was a little hoarse: "Then, start to count the group's liquidity and fixed assets. "

"President, what are you?" a woman next to her questioned.

The sea breeze blows up the white robe to hunt, the man turned his head, his expression is solemn, but his mouth is smiling: "You can't see it?"

"This... is the invitation letter from the **** of death. The comparison chart of the strength of the two sides. The battle book is placed on our table, do you still want to be alone?" There is a hidden bloodthirsty in his eyes: "borrow a sentence from China As the old saying goes, under the cover of the nest, how can there be eggs? This time, whoever takes a step back will not want to go down on the earth. The state will not allow it, the citizens will not allow it, and even the earth itself will reject it."

"No one can tolerate the existence of cowards in the Great War of Destruction."

Microsoft headquarters in Redmond, USA. A slightly fat man sat at his desk and watched the scene before him. After a long time, he resolutely sighed: "He didn't tell lies."

"This day... finally came..."

As soon as the voice fell, he pursed his lips, a touch of resoluteness flashed across his fat face, and grabbed the phone: "It's me, to inform the Federal Reserve that we need to account for Microsoft's liquidity and fixed assets."

After making the call, he stood up, looked at Hua/Shengdun not far away, and tapped the window with a trembling finger: "We are just mortals..."

"We don't have any spiritual materials to contribute."

"However, we can contribute the US dollars that fill the New York Harbor. The real martial arts...you are all out, why are we not united?"

China, Qin Dynasty Group, Shanghai Headquarters, a man who is more than ancient times sits at a large conference table. Within ten minutes, all the high-levels of the Qin Dynasty at the headquarters gathered together and looked at the projector solemnly.

"Vote." The old man turned around and stood up on crutches: "Donate 30% of Qin Dynasty's fixed and working capital, everyone, I say again, we have no way out."

In the silence, all hands were raised.

No hesitation.

"Very good." The old man raised his eyes: "Notify the four major banks that the group requires asset accounting."

Consortiums in various countries, moved.

Before this, although they donated hundreds of millions of ~IndoMTL.com~ or even a billion US dollars, for the consortium, this is still a drop in the bucket. Their gold coins can fill the entire Pacific Ocean. They didn't really hurt the bones.

They believed most of Xu Yangyi's words, and they were prepared, but they couldn't put all of them in because of this sentence. They are like this, and so are all countries. Everyone left a way out.

Of course, the current situation has told them that there is no way out.

No refund, no refund!

Retreat means that the whole earth kneels and offers its knees to Zhenwu Realm. Only by moving forward and working together, can we truly fight back in the Great War.

The appearance of one hundred thousand steles has already told everyone on earth. Throw away your final fantasy. This is not a vain, nor a rumor. Your opponent is no more than life and death away from you.

The Mitsui Consortium, the Sanhe Consortium, the major royal families in the Middle East, and European and American super companies...These consortia from the wealthy and enemy countries all looked at China with their old eyes.

Thank you...

They didn't say this silent sentence, nor did they name it, they just hid it in their hearts.

Above the stele, the light is getting hotter and hotter. Almost all the eyes of the whole world are concentrated on this one hundred thousand steles. One by one, the legendary names shone.

Zhenwu Realm, Luofu Cave Sky, Sansheng Ancestor, Five Seventy Two Thousand Spirits, Realm of Everything.

Just appeared, a line of words next to him, **** for tat, as if two sharp swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the sword sounded silently in the air.

Never return to the realm, the family of gods, the family of Tirasong, the Phoenix of fire, 6.9 million spirits, the realm of chaos!

One by one, names that have been heard or never heard of in the spiritual world appear in the eyes of billions of people on the earth. This is the foundation of the earth. The true souls of the so-called silent souls in the family of gods are not asleep, but silent .

Yu Jin, here, all three-foot green fronts in his hands are revealed.