Eternal Martial Sovereign Chapter 2019: Three Great Protoss
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"Because your ancestors rebelled, you became sinners, and this world became a land of condemnation."
Xiao Yun glanced down, overlooking the kneeling gods of the three great tribes, and explained the reasons why these three great tribes became sinners.
"So this is the case?" Hearing the news, some of the three Protoss eyes suddenly appeared.
"Hey, our ancestors are already saints, why should they betray!" At the same time, many people felt distressed.
If their ancestors had betrayed the Lord Yin and Yang, why would they become sinners?
Otherwise, each of these people will go out to be respected by the major gods!
After all, they are sacred people, who dares to disrespect?
But in fact, they have endured endless suffering, and they are almost wiped out.
Of course, the patriarchs of the major clans vaguely know the reason of the matter.
"Why did the emperor say this to us today?" At this time, listening to Xiao Yun, they all felt extremely strange.
"Today, this seat will give you a chance to regain your freedom, but you have to make an oath to never be with Demon Race, when all Protector people are ..." Xiao Yun's eyes flickered and looked down in all directions, that was low 'S voice sounded and fell into the ears of thousands of cultivators in this place of condemnation.
Now over the years, the three protoss have continued to multiply, and the number has long doubled.
"We are willing to follow the instructions of the emperor!"
"The Great Emperor is our reborn parent, and we will surely abide by the Holy Oracle!"
Xiao Yun ’s words only fell down, and the people of the three great protoss continued to reconcile, and almost no two hearts in life.
"Okay!" Xiao Yun nodded, and then his thoughts moved, so that all ethnic groups took the oath.
Finally, he lifted the seal of sin for the cultivators of the three Protoss and regained his freedom.
"Xie Emperor's Grace of Reinvention!"
"Xie Emperor's Grace of Reinvention!"
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The cultivators of the three Protoss kowtowed their thanks one by one.
Several patriarchs are tearful.
They finally fulfilled their long-cherished wish, and now the three Protoss are finally not sinners!
"Emperor's grace, I will wait without teeth!" Jin Jiuxiao, patriarch of Origin Clan, and patriarch Yin raised their heads together and said gratefully.
There are tears rolling in their old eyes.
"Now there is a war between gods and demons in the outside world, you should guard the border!" Xiao Yun said.
"Carefully follow the orders of the Great Emperor!" The patriarchs of the three protoss raised their heads, and they all echoed powerfully.
At this time, all of them feel that their blood is boiling, and they are eager to make achievements and show their loyalty.
Hoooo!
Beside the second male pass, Xiao Yun's light and shadow flickered behind him, and a group of gods appeared.
The gods are divided into three teams, Golden Crow Clan, Origin Clan, and Yin Spirit Clan.
Among these three **** races, most of the cultivators who have reached the level of the gods above appear here.
As for other people, wait for the area to be drawn down and settle in God Realm.
"A lot of gods!"
"This ... this is the old **** of Golden Crow Clan?"
"Isn't that Gu Xiaomei?" When these people appeared before the second Xiongguan, Jiang Wentian and others exposed surprised look.
"It's them!"
"That old man has reached the supreme state!"
"That's the breath of the prospective emperor!" In that second male pass, some Clear Sky Clan gods were also inexplicably moved and excited.
When Xiao Yun entered Clear Sky World, he also had some people from the three protoss.
At this time, Gu Xiaoman and others reproduced, immediately making everyone feel the blood boiling.
"With this army, my protoss' overall strength will soar!" Xiao Qianlong and others showed a burning light in their eyes.
In this way, they will face much less pressure from the invasion of Demon Race.
"Brother Xiao, do you want it?" Before the second male, Kong Qigong and Jiang Wentian's eyes were also bright.
In this situation, they can recover their disadvantages even if they have one more emperor!
But at this time there are three more supremes and seven supremes.
In Origin Clan, the old patriarch reached the quasi-imperial realm, and the grandfather Gu Lao of Gu Xiaoman reached the supreme realm.
In addition, Gu Xiaoman has also entered the venerable realm.
In Yin Spirit Clan there is also a Venerable and Tianzun, Golden Crow Clan is two Celestial Venerables and a Venerable.
"Yes, I plan to let the three protoss under my command stand at the border, and fight against Demon Race with you. Of course, in the Divine Realm, they must also draw a large domain for them to prosper!" Xiao Yun said, With these three Protoss guarding the border, the situation of God Realm will be transformed.
"Okay, it's really good. With the joining of these three protoss, we will no longer be at a disadvantage." Kong Qi Gongzi smiled excitedly.
"Go!" Xiao Yun nodded slightly, indicating to the patriarchs of the three protoss.
"Yes!" In the void, the old patriarch of Origin Clan held an ancient bow and walked towards the battlefield ahead.
His white hair, Feiyang (flies upwards), took one step and appeared in the quasi-imperial battlefield.
I saw his ancient bow pull, and origin energy bloomed.
Boo!
The sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded, the arrow flickered, pierced through the void, and shot directly at a netherworld quasi-emperor.
"This is the Emperor Soldier!" When the arrow shot, the quasi-Emperor of the Nether tribe jumped in his heart. With a big hand, he quickly waved the Nether Banner to resist.
Hoooo!
Suddenly, the qi swept through, turning it into a dark world to resist the arrow.
Unfortunately, the arrow is too powerful, and it blooms a hazy pattern of the original light source, and the ghostly atmosphere where it passes is broken and easily resolved.
Boom!
The piece of nether world shattered, and it was broken in an instant.
Boo!
Then everyone saw the arrow flash and hit the banner.
Boom!
The power of terror erupted on the arrow. It penetrated the underworld flag, and when it flew out, the underworld flag shattered violently.
"This Emperor Soldier is so strong!" A subordinate Emperor Soldier was crushed, and the Quasi-Emperor of the Ming tribe was thrilled.
But without waiting for him to react, the arrow flickered and continued to magnify in his eyes, only the momentary source light flooded him.
Boom!
Then the arrow flickered and penetrated the Nether Clan Emperor, a loud noise followed, and the dazzling Emperor Emperor, the body exploded.
Boom!
The piece of void exploded, and the prospective emperor was crushed, and even the soul was annihilated.
"What kind of imperial soldier is this? It's so powerful!" Several prospective emperors were cold in their hearts, and their faces showed a look of terror.
"Quick withdrawal!" Mo Xun immediately urged the imperial soldiers to come across and kill the old patriarch of Origin Clan.
Boom!
The magic gun stabbed, imposing, and immediately resisted the attack of the old patriarch.
Not only that, he tried his best to urge the imperial soldiers and evolved a magical world to cover this void, making Jiang Zixu and others unable to move forward.
Demon Race and the Ming clan, blood clan and dark veined emperor took advantage of this to quickly retreat.
Now they dare not stay at all.
"Oh, now I want to withdraw, how can it be so simple!" When these Demon Race quasi-empires retreated, Jiang Zixu and others immediately took the opportunity to kill.
"Burn me to grind blood!"
"Looking at my blood ..."
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Under the chase of these quasi-imperials, Moxun and others blamed the primordial blood to urge the imperial soldiers to fight.
Boom!
The void, the World War I war really broke out.
With the retreat of several imperial emperors, the army of Demon Race is also constantly retreating, but they are blood-stained one by one and killed by the people of the Protoss.
Kill!
Gu Lao, Jin Jiuxiao, Yin Spirit Clan patriarch immediately led the clan to kill the past.