stjorthotic Chapter 338 The Thousand-handed Clan is destroyed, and the Immortal Emperor is like an ant!
Chapter 338 The Thousand-handed Clan is destroyed, and the Immortal Emperor is like an ant!
"The old man fought with you, even if you expose yourself, you won't be able to succeed!"
Qian Ferry roared in pain.
His body was overwhelmed, and under the pressure of the mountains and seas, it bent into a terrifying arc. From beginning to end, he did not even lift his head up, half kneeling on the ground, he wanted to understand this humiliated self.
The giant hand was not in a hurry, and slowly crossed the sky, only listening to the other side of the void, Xiancheng sneered: "In front of me, do you have a choice to kill yourself "Twenty Seven"? Naive!"
【Name: Ling et al!】
【No. 17!】
At this moment, hundreds of millions of creatures seemed to be doing an action at the same time, and took a deep breath.
[Affiliation: Zhong 5.1 Alliance, the ancestor of the Eldar!]
Even if like him, the ancestor of a clan, who holds supreme power, and the great power of the Immortal Emperor, who wields the supreme power, he still did not make a wedding dress for the immortal clan in the end.
Xianwu came back to his senses before slowly opening his mouth: "The Qianshou clan's elite power was exhausted in the last war, and my original intention was to destroy them. Now Qianfudu still has some uses, but it's still the best thing to do. used.
Xianwu is confident that he can do it to kill Qian Fudu, but the war between the Immortal Emperor often takes hundreds of thousands of years, even if he already has a trace of the source of sacrifice.
There was a strong desire in Xianwu's eyes. He once had the opportunity to touch this kind of power, but he chose to back down and complete Xiancheng.
Only then did he discover that the current aura of Xiancheng surpassed Xianwu by more than a hundred times, and he truly touched the essence of the realm of sacrificial Dao. Some time ago, it must have been Xiancheng's handwriting that caused the vision of the world.
within the fairyland.
With a loud bang, the hundreds of millions of years of the Qianshou clan's foundation was turned into dust, and all living beings were slapped to death with one palm.
Under the nine-color altar.
He is actually the Immortal Emperor of the Neutral Alliance!
Countless creatures trembled, silently raising their heads and piously welcoming the arrival of the Golden List.
On a clear and bright morning, the sound of the Great Dao from the depths of the sky pierced the shadow shrouded in the sky above all realms, and golden light filled the sky.
All kinds of plans, all kinds of layout, how ridiculous it seems in the face of absolute power.
Xiancheng opened his palms, and the blue soul light group slowly flowed with the power of the altar.
Xiancheng said with some anticipation: "Qianfangdu, before dying, you can witness the power of the sacrificial realm, you are also worth it, ah, hahaha...
And Xiancheng actually exterminated the Qianshou clan in just a split second, imprisoning the soul of Qianhuadu!
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"It is said that the strength of the neutral alliance is the weakest among the three clans, and now it seems that the neutral alliance is not as simple as it seems.
[Cultivation: Mid-term Immortal Emperor Cat-level]
Xianwu was so shocked that he was speechless and thought: "Is this the power of the realm of sacrificial Taoism, beheading the Immortal Emperor is as simple as crushing an ant."
Xiancheng smiled and said to Xianwu: "The nine-color altar needs an immortal emperor-level soul sacrifice to fully release its power, and then I can get all the inheritance. 99
a long time!
【Combat Index: 100,000!】
The funny thing is, he still had the idea of exposing himself just now, but he couldn't even do it, and the foundation of the Thousand-hand Clan for hundreds of millions of years was in vain.
This is the prototype of the power of the sacrificial realm!
Bang!
Between Xiancheng's palms, Qian Ferry looked up at the two immortal emperors in fear, and came into close contact with Xiancheng.
Xiancheng slowly pulled out his hand from the void, and there was a blue soul in his palm, struggling frantically.
"Let the Qianshou clan show their last remaining heat.»
At this moment, Qian Fangdu was begging for death.
Xiancheng laughed wildly, gradually going crazy!