Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 1817: Before the extermination
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The shock this time is unprecedented.
At this moment, the turbulent fire light shining the entire Fushen Valley like daylight, turning every soldier's face pale.
The power of horror, for the first time, the mountains and valleys in the Valley of the Gods shook and collapsed!
Many abysses were buried, and many associated animal poisons were buried!
The cracks on the ground had a great impact on the 300 million gods. Many people were directly killed by the collapsed rocks, and countless buildings and barriers were crushed to pieces.
The sky is broken and the earth is cracked, and the earth is shaking!
In the darkness, such a scene is almost like the end of the world.
This caused the flute of the Fu Shen Clan to interrupt at least ten breaths of time!
The monstrous pillar of fire and the furious golden human head finally tore the God Clan's fearless heart, and made them deeply feel the fear of annihilation.
This is war!
Fight on the ground, bomb in the sky!
Blood, tears, pain, and fear filled everyone's heart.
Only the Sun Emperor and his shrine are high above the sky, like the ancient gods of the sky, strategizing and controlling everything.
In the absence of 50 million elite legions to jointly control the barrier spirit line resistance, the 56th Shrine’s Wrath of the Sun Temple directly shook the foundation of the Jiuyou Fushen barrier and brought it to The Fu God Clan and the Emperor Burial Army were deeply shocked.
This means that even if they strangle the army of the shrine on the ground battlefield and win the victory, the sun shrine in the sky will still destroy the guardian enchantment!
Once Jiuyou is broken, the advantages of the ground legion may disappear.
At that time, the spirit of the palace army will have a chance to fight back and slaughter the gods!
This is the coldest and deadliest moment!
The shadow of death and annihilation looms over everyone's heart.
It's like a dagger burning with flames, piercing everyone's heart.
This kind of fear and pain of destruction is enough to make any person fall into collapse at this time and completely lose hope.
The immortal golden human head in the sky has become a nightmare in the hearts of every Fu God tribe and the Emperor Burial Army.
Scare!
Scare!
Scare!
On the battlefield, after this moment of silence, there were many heavy breathing sounds.
There are too many people with dry mouths and no expressions. They can only breathe heavily to relieve the fear in their hearts.
The wrath of the shrine is equivalent to hitting the heart of every ‘resist’, and it makes people’s hearts twitch.
However!
What made Li Tianming suddenly moved to tears was that in the next instant, the sound of Fushengu's flute blew again.
Hiss!
For a time, the flute sounded one after another, like sparks of fire, and soon became a prairie fire, which burned the hearts of every goddess tribe and emperor burial army.
Such a sharp, ear-piercing sound came from every Fushen tribe. They played with all their strength to tell the enemy that they were not frightened, did not yield, and did not fear death!
"Have you heard! Did you hear?"
Fushengong Yi has a hoarse voice, but penetrates the sky.
"They, want us to annihilate our clan, they want us to bury our bodies for hundreds of millions!"
"Why? Just because of being a running dog, kneeling and licking the stronger, you have the right to dominate the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people and let us subdue our country and species?"
"Haha!"
Fushen Gongyi laughed presumptuously, he was like a magic stick, jumping up and down in the crowd, like crazy.
"Come! Come! Come!"
He pointed at the Sun Temple and said three words in a row, and his expression became more ferocious.
"Erlang! Children! Brothers! Compatriots! Let them see how ruthless our God Clan is, let them see what is meant by fighting to the end!"
"If, today, we don’t want the corpses of the Fushen tribe to fill the entire Fushen Valley, if we don’t want our ancestors to pass on for thousands of generations to our generation, if we don’t want to turn into ashes and disappear in the sun. On, if we still want to pass on this drop of blood of the goddess, then just——"
He took a deep breath, first blew the flute, and then used the most tearing sound, exhausted all his strength, and roared:
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill until the last drop of blood drains us! We can perish the God of God tribe, but before that, Lao Tzu will let the God of War tribe die the whole family and the whole clan!"
After finishing speaking, he held the flute and exhausted all his strength, so that his entire face turned green.
At the same time, the harshest flute is louder than Jingu's Fury.
In this dark world, the sound of the flute is like a scimitar of the God Clan, cutting the darkness out of the wound.
Li Tianming saw it and was amazed.
Such a scene made his heart very heavy.
This kind of Fu God Clan also inspired the emperor's burial army from afar, and made these 40 million people fall into the same mood.
To be able to fight for such a clan, even if they are cut off here for a lifetime, perhaps many people have no regrets in their hearts.
Li Tianming asked Lan Huang to help. When the flute was loudest, he used the loudest voice to tell everyone:
"Everyone! We have a chance to win! The Sun Temple has a hundred breaths to attack. We only need to calculate the time and prepare in advance. Within the 100 breath interval of the two shrine bombings, we will all This chance for the army of the shrine to be strangled into flesh!"
"Now, let them see whether their people died first or our guardian barrier broke first!!"
One hundred breaths!
It's really easy to grasp.
Calculate this time and prepare in advance. With their current advantage on the ground battlefield, Li Tianming seriously believes that they do have a 50% chance of winning.
If you add the current monstrous anger of the Fu Shen Clan, Li Tianming feels that it is 60%.
"Emperor, be careful this time, but! In the final analysis, you are still self-righteous, thinking that only you under the heavens have the most domineering clan will!"
"You are a clan of emperors on the sun, yes, but, with the stubborn **** spirit, what **** fighting spirit a clan will burst out in the shadow of destruction, can you really predict that you are above you?"
Only at the lowest level ~IndoMTL.com~ connect the hearts of all people with the line of sentient beings, Li Tianming will understand that every ordinary life is worthy of awe.
What's more, it's the seventh-ranked clan!
On the territory of the God Clan, a battle will be fought to destroy them. As long as it is a God Clan, they know that they have no retreat to surrender.
The only way to save your life is to change your life with the other person.
The opponent may not know how terrible this kind of opponent is, but Li Tianming has already heard it from the eyes of the Fu gods and their sharp flute.
Don't talk about them, at this moment, Li Tianming is about to turn into a madman.
To be honest, he is much calmer than Fu Jingong Yi.
Fushengong Yi made the Fushen clan go crazy, but Li Tianming gave them the last reason.
That is, the intermittent period of the wrath of the palace is one hundred breaths, which is their chance to kill the palace army!