Dragon Blood Sword God

Chapter 738

10,000+ Soldiers from the Nine Desolate Clans swarmed up, carrying peerless slaughter.

With a 'kill'!
Meng Pojun swung his battle sword and charged straight away.

The Daqin warriors behind him also gathered their momentum and charged forward with the determination to die.

At the moment of the collision, flesh and blood flew all over the sky like a meat grinder.

The generals of Daqin were outnumbered.

Row after row of self-destruction, the killing is enough to stop ten desolate nine tribes, but the price is too tragic!
Moreover, headed by hundreds of true gods, even if Meng Pojun, Dongfang, Dongfang Shuo and others tried their best to obstruct it, it was still difficult to stop the killing at the level of true gods.

"Blow up!"

At this moment, Dongfang only thought of one thought, to bring some powerful true gods to be buried with him.

"I want to blow myself up, I'm dreaming!"

The true gods of the Silver Wing Clan and the Condor Eagle Clan swooped down quickly, suppressing the East with the Realm of the Gods.

Dongfang and Meng Pojun are the mighty generals of the Qin Dynasty.

The ancient nine tribes have also heard about it.

Taking the two of them as bait will have a greater effect.

However, the two true gods only swooped down halfway.

The Realm of God collapsed.

And their divine bodies were imprisoned, unable to move in the void.

Aware of this strange situation, Dongfang quickly soared into the sky, and the spear pierced the air to kill. The two true gods could only watch helplessly as the sharp edge of the spear magnified in their pupils, piercing through their eyebrows and heart.

Dongfang raised his eyes and looked into the distance, a frantic silver-haired shadow flashed in the space.

It made him feel excited and happy.

Their lord is back!
"kill!"

After a while, Dongfang didn't say anything, shouted 'kill', and quickly threw the two god corpses into the camp of the nine desolate ancient clans.

The other true god powerhouses also noticed the abnormality of the true gods of the Eagle Clan and the Silver Wing Clan, and were about to go forward to encircle and kill Dongfang, but their bodies froze suddenly, and the nightmare of death enveloped them.

"what!"

A terrifying scream followed.

Immediately after, everyone looked up.

I saw a silver-haired figure stepping into the sky.

And under his feet, hundreds of true gods who slaughtered the Great Qin soldiers wantonly exploded one by one like cannonballs.

Dongfang Shuo and Meng Pojun looked up, and they burst out with bright and sharp lights!

"He is back!"

Meng Pojun whispered.

The soldiers of Daqin behind them looked up to the sky one after another, looking at the domineering figure who had appeared in sight, they also knew that Daqin's most proud Lord of Hell had returned!
And, as they fought, descended upon the battlefield.

"Pass down this monarch's decree, suppress and kill a person from the nine desolate ancient tribes, reward a piece of God King Dao Liquid, suppress and kill hundreds of people, reward a Heavenly God Pill, and those with high military merits will be awarded military positions."

Lin Jing's majestic eyes overlooked the murderous Qin soldiers below.

An order was passed down immediately, like the nine-day torrent echoing in the ears of all the soldiers.

It also exploded in the ears of the soldiers of the ancient nine tribes.

10,000+ soldiers collapsed in an instant.

Lord of Hell!

The prince who was wiped out by the Nine Emperor Ancestors with the Heaven Melting Formation?
He... is not dead!
"My God!"

"Back up!"

"Hurry back!"

A sound of panic reverberated, killing the soldiers of the Huanggu Nine Clans who came forward, and quickly turned back.

Seeing this, Meng Pojun yelled: "Military merit is rewarded, Your Highness has spoken, and those who want the God King Daoye and the Heavenly God Pill, follow this general and kill."

"kill!"

In an instant, the soldiers' desire to fight became stronger.

God King Dao Liquid and Heaven God Pill are the same, which can benefit them for a lifetime, and it is no problem to cultivate them into true gods.

These are what they crave.

But what they desire more is to fight with the monarch.

Standing in the sky, Lin Jingyu looked down, he did not attack the soldiers of the nine desolate ancient clans, but let the soldiers of the Great Qin chase and fight.

These are recruits who need to go through the baptism of blood and tears in order to grow and sharpen a killing heart, so he did it.

Otherwise, his breath would be enough to wipe out these 10,000+ soldiers.

The true god is completely destroyed.

With Meng Pojun, Dongfang and Dongfang Shuo sitting in the town, 10,000+ supernatural powers and demigod powerhouses are not enough to attack and kill Qin Huanglu.

After chasing and killing for 30 miles, a long road paved with corpses was opened, and it didn't end until the last of the nine desolate ancient tribes was suppressed and killed.

This battle also made those Daqin soldiers feel incredible.

Before, they were just recruits trained by the Mengpo Army on the Perishing God Battlefield. At this moment, they have all become the strongest fighters. This sense of pride makes their blood boil.

"monarch!"

"monarch!"

They all looked at Lin Jingyu who was facing the sky in unison, they were filled with a surge of pride as they shouted loudly and sonorously.

"go home!"

Lin Jingyu couldn't hide his inner passion, and let out a loud roar.

Once across the starry sky, he raised his hands and raised his feet, competed with the powerful emperor, and crushed the king of the starry sky. Such a heroic feeling, but it didn't make Lin Jingyu feel too much turmoil in his heart.

But it was precisely this cry from the fighters of his own race that gave him a strong impulse that had been suppressed for a long time.

Lead the soldiers to charge, kill the starry sky with blood, and wrap the corpse in horse leather!

"go home!"

All the soldiers responded excitedly. They returned in triumph, not escaped.

Lin Jingyu walked in front of Meng Pojun, Dongfang and Dongfang Shuo, restraining all the aura in his body, but the three of Meng Pojun still felt oppressed like a mountain.

This lets them know the gap.

Lin Jingyu didn't say anything, but was eager to know about the changes in Shenzhou.

From the three of them, he got a lot of information during this period.

Daqin's luck was divided in half, and his luck showed signs of weakening, which once made the Qin people think that something happened to him.

However, the news from the Qin Palace confirming that he was fine, calmed down the uneasiness of the Qin clan.

It's just the strange disappearance of luck, which is confusing and scary.

After all, losing half of his luck is undoubtedly a serious blow to Daqin.

then.

The Nine Clans of Huanggu practiced militarization, established nine legions, headed by the True Ancestor, blocked the entire Shenzhou, and even carried out several probing attacks.

Let Shenzhou suffer heavy losses.

The Snowy Land and other places of the Desolate Nine Clans have already been destroyed.

Priests from the Desolate Nine Clans also appeared, and they were plotting some schemes, seeming to pull all the heavens over, and some starry sky powerhouses joined the Desolate Nine Clans.

There are even rumors that they will unite thousands of clans to destroy Daqin.

Daqin and the Nine Clans of Huanggu secretly confronted each other many times, and the strong of Daqin suffered a lot.

Lin Jingyu frowned even more as he listened all the way.

The disappearance of luck made him vaguely feel that it was related to the little boy who appeared on Longji Mountain, because Lin Jingyu felt the same luck in him.

As long as the identity of the little boy is confirmed, everything will be clear.

What really worries him is the calculation of the priest. That person is a strong man from the other side. .

No wonder that person would let him come back early.

It seems that the real crisis is coming!

(End of this chapter)