Chapter: 2822
The speed of Huangquan's death needle is too fast, wherever it passes, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and no phantom god is spared, basically they all become the souls of the dead under Huangquan's death needle.
In this scene, the human-shaped phantom god who watched was shocked and angry. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Zhuo Wen like a roc spreading its wings. With his right paw, he directly grabbed Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were flat, his right hand pointed a little, and suddenly the dead needle of Huangquan rushed towards him like a long rainbow, pointing directly at the eyebrows of the phantom god in human form.
Naturally, the phantom god in human form felt the sharpness of the death needle from Huangquan. With a low growl, he pointed the sword with his right hand to the void, and countless black mist gushed out, transforming into a huge black stone.
Ding!
The Huangquan Death Needle blasted under the black stone, and its forward momentum was slightly stopped, but the black stone did not hinder the Huangquan Death Needle for a long time, it just collapsed, and the Huangquan Death Needle roared, and continued to move towards the phantom god in human form. swept away.
The humanoid phantom retreated step by step, his eyes finally showed a hint of fear, this death needle from the underworld was too fierce, and the defenses he had arranged were useless at all, and all of them collapsed.
"Lone Peak!"
Zhuo Wen's right hand was a little empty, and the lone peak of thousands of feet not far away flashed behind the phantom god in an instant.
In an instant, the phantom god in human form was caught in a dilemma. There was a death needle in the underworld in front of him, and a lonely peak thousands of feet behind.
"Fight!"
There was a hint of madness in the eyes of the phantom god in human form, he bit the tip of his tongue, and spit out a mouthful of blood. As soon as the blood appeared, he began to squirm, and finally turned into a huge bloody hand hundreds of meters long.
The big bloody hand slammed directly at the death needle of Huangquan in front of him. Wherever this hand passed, there were gusts of blood and blood, and not only how many creatures died tragically in this hand.
boom!
The bloody hand blasted, and immediately burst into clouds of blood mist. The death needle from Huangquan was like a broken bamboo, but it passed through the palm of the bloody hand at an extremely fast speed. within.
Pooh!
A tiny blood hole appeared between the eyebrows of the phantom god in human form, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, the skin of his whole body began to dry out, and a strong look of fear appeared in his eyes...
When the phantom god in human form died, 500 drops of yellow spring water were swept out of his body, and all of them melted into the dead needle of the yellow spring.
The fall of the phantom gods in human form aroused the fear of the remaining phantom gods around them, and those phantom gods rushed out one after another and began to flee.
It's a pity, how could Zhuo Wen make these phantom gods come true?
Whoosh whoosh!
I saw that Zhuo Wen's right hand was a little empty, and the law of the void gathered on the surface of the death needle of Huangquan. In a short time, the death needle of Huangquan escaped into the void at an extremely fast speed, like a hunter in the dark night, killing those fleeing phantom gods one by one.
And after killing all the phantom gods, the number of water droplets from the underworld reached 30,000, and the 30,000 water droplets from the underworld condensed into three death needles from the underworld.
At this moment, the Qintian tribe was silent for a long time, and everyone in the tribe stared blankly at the young man hanging in the void.
The awe that originally existed in their eyes has been completely replaced by fanaticism, and many ethnic groups even knelt on the ground and bowed to Zhuo Wen.
The phantom gods are the disaster of their three tribes, and they have been plagued by their three tribes for thousands of years.
This time, the phantom gods in human form led hundreds of phantom gods. If the three major tribes did not have Zhuowen, they would face the disaster of genocide.
But now, Zhuo Wen saved them from this genocide disaster. This kindness is too great, like reborn parents, why don't they kneel down and thank them.
With a wave of Zhuo Wen's sleeve robe, he put away many sacred weapons in the Hundred Saint Soldiers Formation, and then slowly landed in Qin Tian's tribe.
And as soon as he fell, everyone headed by Miao Ye, Ni Yong and Kong Yi all knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully to Zhuo Wen.
Among them, Miao Ye's old face was full of excitement, and he hurriedly came to Zhuo Wen, and said: "My lord, you are our great benefactor for expelling this phantom god disaster for our three tribes, can you tell this villain about your help?" name taboo?"
Staring at the actions of Miao Ye and the rest of the people in front of him, Zhuo Wen stared blankly, but he didn't expect these people to be so excited.
But considering the extraordinaryness of the phantom gods, and the fact that the people of these three tribes are generally not strong enough, he actually saved the three tribes by killing those phantom gods. It's no wonder Miao Ye and others are so excited.
"Zhuowen!" Zhuowen said indifferently.
"Before you said that if you want to go out of this place, you should go to the ancestral land, right? Can you tell me about the ancestral land in detail." Zhuo Wen said in a deep voice.
This place is too weird. He can be sure that this place is definitely not Middle Earth. As for where it is, Zhuo Wen can't tell.
Moreover, his eagerness to go out is inseparable from the battle of the gods. The middle-aged man said before that the battle of the gods in the Chaos Temple will start in about five years.
If he missed these five years, wouldn't he have missed the opportunity to save Mu Chenxue? So he absolutely does not allow this to happen.
Miao Ye's eyes flickered, and he sighed softly, "Master Zhuo, please take a moment to talk about the ancestral land."
Saying that, Miao Ye made a gesture of "please" to Zhuo Wen, and Zhuo Wen didn't refuse, and followed Miao Ye towards the high tower of Qin Tian Tribe. JrNovels.com
In this scene, the human-shaped phantom god who watched was shocked and angry. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Zhuo Wen like a roc spreading its wings. With his right paw, he directly grabbed Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were flat, his right hand pointed a little, and suddenly the dead needle of Huangquan rushed towards him like a long rainbow, pointing directly at the eyebrows of the phantom god in human form.
Naturally, the phantom god in human form felt the sharpness of the death needle from Huangquan. With a low growl, he pointed the sword with his right hand to the void, and countless black mist gushed out, transforming into a huge black stone.
Ding!
The Huangquan Death Needle blasted under the black stone, and its forward momentum was slightly stopped, but the black stone did not hinder the Huangquan Death Needle for a long time, it just collapsed, and the Huangquan Death Needle roared, and continued to move towards the phantom god in human form. swept away.
The humanoid phantom retreated step by step, his eyes finally showed a hint of fear, this death needle from the underworld was too fierce, and the defenses he had arranged were useless at all, and all of them collapsed.
"Lone Peak!"
Zhuo Wen's right hand was a little empty, and the lone peak of thousands of feet not far away flashed behind the phantom god in an instant.
In an instant, the phantom god in human form was caught in a dilemma. There was a death needle in the underworld in front of him, and a lonely peak thousands of feet behind.
"Fight!"
There was a hint of madness in the eyes of the phantom god in human form, he bit the tip of his tongue, and spit out a mouthful of blood. As soon as the blood appeared, he began to squirm, and finally turned into a huge bloody hand hundreds of meters long.
The big bloody hand slammed directly at the death needle of Huangquan in front of him. Wherever this hand passed, there were gusts of blood and blood, and not only how many creatures died tragically in this hand.
boom!
The bloody hand blasted, and immediately burst into clouds of blood mist. The death needle from Huangquan was like a broken bamboo, but it passed through the palm of the bloody hand at an extremely fast speed. within.
Pooh!
A tiny blood hole appeared between the eyebrows of the phantom god in human form, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, the skin of his whole body began to dry out, and a strong look of fear appeared in his eyes...
When the phantom god in human form died, 500 drops of yellow spring water were swept out of his body, and all of them melted into the dead needle of the yellow spring.
The fall of the phantom gods in human form aroused the fear of the remaining phantom gods around them, and those phantom gods rushed out one after another and began to flee.
It's a pity, how could Zhuo Wen make these phantom gods come true?
Whoosh whoosh!
I saw that Zhuo Wen's right hand was a little empty, and the law of the void gathered on the surface of the death needle of Huangquan. In a short time, the death needle of Huangquan escaped into the void at an extremely fast speed, like a hunter in the dark night, killing those fleeing phantom gods one by one.
And after killing all the phantom gods, the number of water droplets from the underworld reached 30,000, and the 30,000 water droplets from the underworld condensed into three death needles from the underworld.
At this moment, the Qintian tribe was silent for a long time, and everyone in the tribe stared blankly at the young man hanging in the void.
The awe that originally existed in their eyes has been completely replaced by fanaticism, and many ethnic groups even knelt on the ground and bowed to Zhuo Wen.
The phantom gods are the disaster of their three tribes, and they have been plagued by their three tribes for thousands of years.
This time, the phantom gods in human form led hundreds of phantom gods. If the three major tribes did not have Zhuowen, they would face the disaster of genocide.
But now, Zhuo Wen saved them from this genocide disaster. This kindness is too great, like reborn parents, why don't they kneel down and thank them.
With a wave of Zhuo Wen's sleeve robe, he put away many sacred weapons in the Hundred Saint Soldiers Formation, and then slowly landed in Qin Tian's tribe.
And as soon as he fell, everyone headed by Miao Ye, Ni Yong and Kong Yi all knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully to Zhuo Wen.
Among them, Miao Ye's old face was full of excitement, and he hurriedly came to Zhuo Wen, and said: "My lord, you are our great benefactor for expelling this phantom god disaster for our three tribes, can you tell this villain about your help?" name taboo?"
Staring at the actions of Miao Ye and the rest of the people in front of him, Zhuo Wen stared blankly, but he didn't expect these people to be so excited.
But considering the extraordinaryness of the phantom gods, and the fact that the people of these three tribes are generally not strong enough, he actually saved the three tribes by killing those phantom gods. It's no wonder Miao Ye and others are so excited.
"Zhuowen!" Zhuowen said indifferently.
"Before you said that if you want to go out of this place, you should go to the ancestral land, right? Can you tell me about the ancestral land in detail." Zhuo Wen said in a deep voice.
This place is too weird. He can be sure that this place is definitely not Middle Earth. As for where it is, Zhuo Wen can't tell.
Moreover, his eagerness to go out is inseparable from the battle of the gods. The middle-aged man said before that the battle of the gods in the Chaos Temple will start in about five years.
If he missed these five years, wouldn't he have missed the opportunity to save Mu Chenxue? So he absolutely does not allow this to happen.
Miao Ye's eyes flickered, and he sighed softly, "Master Zhuo, please take a moment to talk about the ancestral land."
Saying that, Miao Ye made a gesture of "please" to Zhuo Wen, and Zhuo Wen didn't refuse, and followed Miao Ye towards the high tower of Qin Tian Tribe. JrNovels.com
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