Age of Desolation: Binding the villain template at the beginning

Chapter 149 Transformation, wait!The internal conflicts of the Sith tribe
They are all top-notch powerful people, and their sense of opportunity could not be more sensitive.

Perhaps the source light point given by Chen Yan's 'Stinginess' had a very weak effect, but in terms of its ability to lead, it was enough to make them cheer.

Even if the Supreme takes action to achieve this effect, it must be extradited to the depths of the origin of the chaotic universe and receive baptism from the outside in.

It is extremely troublesome, and the effect is not as light and concise as the original light point.

In an instant, the field fell silent.

Even the arrogant and powerful people like Chilian Chiyang Territory Lord and others who have not made deep progress in cultivation and whose strength is in combat have gained a lot of insights because of the depth of their innate origins.

As for the Master of Yibo Emperor Muhun Cave, let alone these practitioners.

The gift of Chen Yan undoubtedly opened the door to a new world for them.

The combination between the original essence and living beings is the most brilliant color of life.

Without saying anything, Chen Yan watched them quietly, eating meat and drinking wine, enjoying himself.

Because of such pioneering achievements, the source disk continues to produce light spots.

As the other party involved.

Chi Qian and Emperor Yi Bo have truly transformed into the origin of life.

Following the guidance of the original light point, they all consciously or unconsciously transformed their own structures towards this heartbeat.

What each senses is different, or even very different.

But there is quite reasonably one thing in common.

That is, everything is gradually evolving towards perfection.

The brilliance of life is undoubtedly reflected in their transformation.

Although it really doesn't help much with combat power and enlightenment.

But their essential understanding undoubtedly gave them greater control in an instant.

Although this is only limited to themselves, it is not the same as the control of heaven and earth shown by Lord Yanxindao.

But being able to do this through rough contact already makes them satisfied.

As time goes by, the auras of these great powers become more ethereal and complex.

In the blink of an eye, millions of years have passed.

The free time also allowed the Sith tribe to complete more preparations.

……

Outside the Eight Territories.

A remote and desolate place.

A lonely void bordering the dark desert.

There are three or five golden figures hiding in the terrifying fortress deep in time and space, and all qi machines are compressed to the extreme.

"Has the leader ever sent a summons? When will he take action?"

These are the descendants of the Sith practitioners dispersed and gathered from mysterious spaces across the universe, and they have all set powerful prohibition oaths in advance to restrain them.

Centered on the three-party team, there are a total of 720 six dominating emperors.

Among them, there are a hundred masters who have refined the body of the golden emperor, and a thousand or two hundred ordinary emperors who have refined the body of the black emperor.

This kind of strength is enough to destroy the world.

Even if the forces in the past eight domains are used to compete, only the most powerful Source Walkers can escape.

After all, this amount is indeed too much.

"Why are you so anxious? Are you rushing to die!"

The golden emperor wearing gray robes, Hong Yaqi, responded irritably.

He and the golden-clothed emperors Mo Yahong and Fei Yeman next to him are leaders of countless descendants of practitioners in the Sith space.

However, they did not dare to disobey the orders from the top, even at the cost of their lives, and the lives of many of their friends and relatives.

It almost cut off the inheritance and future of their descendants.

However, it is precisely because of this that these more than 2000 master emperors were uniformly extracted from several spaces in large numbers. "Let's fight. We only have a chance to fight. If we can win, we can kill the Taoist who was accepted as a disciple by the Supreme and practiced the ultimate way. From now on, we can really enjoy peace."

Mo Yahong is dressed in bright red clothes. She is a woman with a charming face, but she is not as beautiful as a woman.

Her ability to understand and perfectly combine the three ways of domination makes her no less powerful than the other two leaders.

"It's impossible to win. Those are the Eight Source Domains at the most prosperous core of this universe. Usually there are the most peak digital Source Walker masters sitting there. What can we do to fight?"

Feyeman was depressed and very pessimistic and despairing.

They all know basic intelligence information and are in awe of those terrifying creatures that can fight against the Lords.

That’s why I thought that this was simply an impossible task.

No matter how much manpower and material resources are spent, it is just to die together.

"The senior leaders have their own considerations, and we may not be able to use the help of the several Lords trapped in the Eight Domains. If we liberate them, we can still complete the mission and escape unscathed."

Mo Yahong spoke to comfort again.

So what if you don't do this, you will die anyway.

The only target of the mission is that Dao Lord, so maybe it can be solved easily.

"We are all practitioners, if those native supremes take action..."

As his eyes flickered, Hong Yaqi had some strange thoughts.

He is the one with the highest level in the field, and has six ways of domination that are perfectly combined. Of course, he doesn't want to put his future on a fatal mission.

"You are crazy, what will happen to our descendants?"

Mo Yahong shouted hoarsely.

"We can't control that much now. Besides, didn't we all bring a batch with us? Don't tell me, you really weren't prepared in advance."

Feyeman's eyes were strange.

The status of these descendants in the Sith tribe is very embarrassing, otherwise it would be impossible to let them, the stars of tomorrow, die. Isn't it because they can't get real trust?

Otherwise, if we really cultivate a descendant supreme who can fully exert the power of Tao in this universe, he will then turn to the enemy.

It would be better to keep the situation as it was before.

"It is impossible for the cultivator civilization to trust us so simply."

Mo Yahong was still hesitant. After all, the mission was not a dead end. If he could seize the opportunity and retreat in time, he would be able to save most of his living strength.

When the time comes, you can be as free as you like, find a dark desert to hide in, and wait until the winner is decided before you surrender.

"That's better than being cannon fodder."

Hong Yaqi was insistent.

For this reason, he was even prepared to sacrifice most of his subordinates early in order to do a good job in superficiality in exchange for the continuation of their core strength and the true freedom of more descendants.

"The Sith will not be ignorant of our vulnerabilities. They are always watching us, and they will not let us back down on the battlefield."

Feyerman finally sighed again.

There is nothing you can do, you can only follow the fate and the overall situation and drift with the tide.

"Not necessarily. Wouldn't it be better if we let them die as soon as possible? It can also be regarded as our certificate of submission."

Hong Yaqi is full of confidence.

Although the Sith clan who guarded and led them had more powerful weapons and combat power, and were better able to control the life and death of their descendants.

But wealth comes from danger, and there is nothing worse than the current possibility.

It's natural to fight for it.

"Okay, whatever you want, it's all death anyway, I don't care. I just hope that if you are alive then, you can take away my cave magic weapon and settle my descendants."

Feyeman was the first to express his opinion.

Then, both of them looked at Mo Yahong, who was still taking chances.

(End of this chapter)