Chapter 210 Devil
"cough!"

Among the Qilin God Clan, Wei Yueyan spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.

He half-kneeled on the ground, the clothes and armor on his body were all scorched and tattered, and pieces of scorched scales gradually disappeared on his neck.

Just now, at a critical moment, he hooked the Qilin Tiantu on his arm in time, and activated the magical power of half-human, half-beast into a unicorn, which greatly enhanced his defense.

In addition, he was originally a warrior who was good at body strengthening, so in the big explosion just now, he was only slightly injured.

The rest of the monks of the Qilin God Clan were not so lucky.

Except for the young spiritual arrogance they tried their best to protect and were extremely powerful, the rest of the strong basically died in the sea of ​​flames just now.

"This gray-white flame seems to be much stronger than when it was in the Fengyi secret realm. How did he do it?"

Yang Fujin half-kneeled on the ground with a bitter face. The scene he saw in the Fengyi Secret Realm came true. At Ban's feet, there were mountains of bones and rivers of blood, a hell on earth.

Most of the Qingluan Protoss were also killed or injured.

If Ren Dongsheng hadn't turned into a Giant of Light just in time to protect a group of Qingluans, there might not even be three Qingluans left in this clan.

The forces hanging in the back row of the charging team are no different from the forces rushing to the front.

The sea of ​​fire is ruthless, as long as the monks within the range of the sea of ​​fire, if their own strength is not strong, they can only accept the ending of being turned into flying ash.

The alliance of [-] monks turned into ashes in just a moment.

The number of those who survived was less than five hundred, and some large forces that were not well prepared were completely wiped out in this sudden shock.

Among them, there is the ghost clan who shouted the most fiercely and charged the most fiercely just now. They belong to Yin and are born afraid of supernatural powers such as domineering flames. Overwhelmed.

In some big forces, only the most important monks in the team survived, and the rest of the monks were used as cannon fodder, burning their lives for the future of the family or sect.

There are only a handful of big forces that can leave a dozen or so monks.

"The devil! He is the devil!"

A person in charge of a powerful force shouted with a wild laugh.

He was the only one left in their clan, and even the invincible spiritual body in the clan died tragically in the sea of ​​fire just now.

That was his own grandson, and he was unwilling to accept this fact, so much so that his mind was a little blurred.

"Hahahaha! They're all dead! They're all dead! Shura is about to kill, and everyone can't escape. Hahahaha!"

He opened his hands and danced wildly in the air, laughing wildly on his mouth, and hot tears gushed out of his burnt black face.

The surviving monks around were silent, seeing that the old man went crazy, they also felt sorry for him.

However, now is not the time to think about these things, they suppressed the throbbing in their hearts, and silently recuperated the urgent injuries.

Each of them is more or less corroded by murderous intent, devouring force, and evil force. These strange forces must be excreted immediately, otherwise, there will be big troubles.

And the Suzaku Protoss, who boasted that they were proficient in the power of flames, was indeed the power with the most surviving monks, but overall, they were still more than half lost.

"This flame is too terrifying. If it is aimed at our Suzaku God Clan alone, we may all die here." The person in charge of the Suzaku God Clan said with lingering fear.

"Yeah, it's terrible, one hundred thousand monks, all of them are the arrogance of the taboo field, but they disappeared in just an instant.

Elder, what shall we do next?Do you want to move on? "

The person in charge of the Suzaku God Clan hesitated, although at present, the strength of the Suzaku God Clan can be regarded as the top clan among the remaining powerhouses.Moreover, the Uchiha Madara clone in the distance also seems to have exhausted its strength.

However, considering that there may be a more terrifying Uchiha Madara at the other end of the teleportation formation, whether the Suzaku family can seize the prey or not is still a matter of opinion.

After thinking for a long time, it gritted its teeth and decided to move on.

As birds, Kunpengfa was too tempting for their Vermilion Birds.

For them, it's worth the risk.

However, before it told the remaining Suzaku protoss of its decision, the distant Uchiha Madara clone moved.

Although their bodies were about to rot into dust, they still had the power of a blow in their bodies.

"Snapped……"

"Immortal method! Mingshen Gate!"

The monks who were sitting cross-legged on the spot and recuperating their injuries never imagined that these wooden avatars, which seemed to be weathering away, could still attack.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..."

Hundreds of thousands of huge Mingshen gates descended from the sky, and their speed was so fast that there was a sound of breaking through the sky.

"What? Why does he still have this move?"

The monks below were startled. The Mingshen Gate in the sky covered the sky and the sun, and it fell like a torrential rain, and the speed was so fast that it was impossible to dodge.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Under the control of Madara's will, these Mingshenmen precisely landed on every remaining monk, directly suppressing them.

Some monks still had enough strength to resist the blow, while some monks were at the most critical moment of repairing their injuries, and they exploded to death under the interference blow of Mingshenmen.

"Puff puff……"

More than 100 brilliant blood-colored fireworks exploded in different directions and in different camps, looking extremely gorgeous.

"Ah! No! Chong'er!" An old man was crushed under the Mingshen Gate, his body was cracked open, and bright red blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. However, this was not the most painful thing for him.

The most painful thing was that he saw with his own eyes the tragic scene of Tianjiao, the invincible spiritual body in the clan, being interrupted by the Mingshenmen, and then exploded to death.

There are many others who have had the same experience as him.

In just an instant, there were bursts of miserable wailing sounds from the peak.

This situation makes people involuntarily think of the words "sorrow is everywhere".

After performing this trick, Madara's wooden avatar exhausted its strength and completely turned into wood.

However, there is still one surviving, and the damage on his body is not serious, and it seems that he still has the strength to fight again.

The monks were desperate. They struggled to resist the devouring power coming from the Mingshen Gate, and they no longer had the strength to fight.

"Who the hell is he? Why is he so strong? One dozen thousand is like a fairy tale!" A monk asked with dull eyes and powerlessness.

"He is the real Shura! Everything he passes will turn into hell!" A young man covered in rags and bloodstains said in horror.

Under the panicked eyes of all the monks, the wooden clone moved.

He walked towards one direction in the field, his steps were unhurried and unhurried.

However, these actions brought mountain-like pressure to the trapped monks
(End of this chapter)

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