Hong Huang: Sign In From The Willow

Chapter 127 Human Race Becomes Self-improvement

A trace of impatience flashed across Donghuangtai’s eyes.

He originally didn’t want to participate in this massacre of Human Race.

In the eyes of Donghuang Taiyi, the human race was too weak and did not have the qualifications to let him take action.

It’s just that the subordinates are too wasteful, and now I have to do it myself.

He held it with one hand, and the mist rolled endlessly among the hundreds of millions of miles of clouds, the real fire of the sun surging out like a huge wave, and the entire sea of ​​clouds was dyed crimson in an instant.

“Boom!”

The vast sky was suppressed, and this palm was like the overturning of the heavens and the earth, the star bucket turned upside down, and pressed down towards the human tribe on the shore of the East China Sea.

Zhang Jin has not touched the hollow willow tree, and the terrifying heat has caused a large white mist to evaporate in the East China Sea.

Millions of miles of riverbeds were dry, sand and rocks on the land turned to ash, mountains and rivers melted, everything was burned to death, a scene of destruction.

“Is this the first God of War in Heaven Court?”

Xuan Du showed a look of despair, and under this terrifying offensive that was like a punishment from the heavens, they couldn’t produce any resistance at all.

The human races also regarded death as home, but under the threat of Death, they had no fear in their hearts.

At this moment, the sudden change occurred!

The hollow willow tree burst out with brilliant rays of light, and the enchanting air swept across the sky, and an earth-shattering rhyme radiated.

The avenues of runes are intertwined, all over the void, the chaotic mist rippling away like ripples, and the universe seems to be frozen at this moment.

A huge roar sounded through all directions and swept across the world, and the huge waves made by rune hit the East China Sea.

Countless huge water jets soared into the sky, turning up the stormy waves, and then evaporated by the real fire of the sun.

When the aftermath of the turbulent energy disappeared, countless human races looked at each other, and their faces were full of ecstasy.

Then everyone knelt to the ground and kept knocking their heads towards the big willow tree, shouting the name of the willow god.

The two dragons and Mo Qilin also breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately there was a look of worry on their faces.

After that collision, the lingering Tao Yun of the hollow willow tree was obviously weakened a lot, but the Eastern Emperor Taiyi didn’t even sacrifice the Chaos Clock.

Above Nine Heavens.

“Isn’t your Majesty Donghuang able to break that man’s tactics?”

“It is said that Liu Ming’s Cultivation Base can’t even mention Sage. Although His Majesty the Eastern Emperor is strong, I am afraid…”

“Doesn’t that mean that we can’t slaughter this human ancestral land?”

Compared with the cheers on the human side, the monster army was a little commotion, and its morale declined slightly.

No way, the fear Liu Ming brought to them was too deep. He killed several of the top ten monsters, beat Emperor Jun into embarrassment twice, and even tore apart the proud Universe Star Dou Da of the Yao Clan. Array.

And most importantly, Liu Ming is the Wu Zun of the deadly enemy Wu Clan.

All of these piles made the Yaozu frightened.

Dong Huang Taiyi stared at the hollow willow tree below, and his eyes were cold and clear, and he said coldly:

“Even if your deity is here, the emperor is not afraid. Now a clone wants to stop me, it’s just a dream.”

This time, Taiyi shot with all his strength, and the three-legged Golden Crow method evolves behind him, and a fierce heat swept the world, burning the sky and boiling the sea.

“clang!”

A bell rang and trembled, encompassing the universe, and the infinite aura of chaos burst out instantly.

The Xiantian Supreme Chaos Clock was shining brightly, and it was magnified countless times within a short period of time, and it suppressed like a sacred mountain of the ancient times toward the shore of the East China Sea.

Wuyou’s power is more than ten times stronger than the previous one, and even the late stage of the quasi-sage will be stunned, avoiding fear and not enough.

The ethereal rhyme of the hollow willow trees seemed to have become a lot sadder at this moment.

Countless people are desperate, facing the coercion of the last days, they can’t even have the courage to resist.

Suanni and Chiki’s heart sank, showing that the body intends to protect the ancestral land of the human race with the body.

Over the years, they have suffered from the luck of the human race, and the Cultivation Base has been restored to the quasi-sage early stage. Even so, they can’t resist the power of the chaotic clock.

Everything he did was just to return the love of the human race.

“The worm shakes the tree!”

Seeing this scene, Donghuang Taiyi sneered.

The boundless air of the chaotic clock is permeated, and circles of gray ripples rippling away like ripples.

The cracks in the space spread rapidly, and the leaves of the hollow willow tree clashed, and they were reaching their limits.

Suanni and Chi Kiss looked resolutely, Xuantu and Mo Qilin looked firm, blocking the third ancestor of the human race.

Xuan Du looked back and looked at the tribe who looked at death as home. There were tears rolling in his unswerving eyes.

Everyone knew in their hearts that once the hollow willow tree shattered, they would all die.

These human races were not without fear, but none of them wept because of fear, and none of them ran away because of Death.

Xuantu smiled heartily, wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and said: “My human race is self-improving.”

Then the three ancestors of the human race all smiled, raised the weapons in their hands, and shouted in unison:

“My human race should strive for self-improvement!”

All the races also screamed, united as one, and the sound was like a great bell, spread all over the wild world, and shook the entire coast of the East China Sea.

Outside of the void, many of the great powers are all looking moved.

The waveless heart of the ancient well also has ripples after years of cultivating.

“Such a weak race has such an amazing will.

The old man finally understood why the enlightenment of the two Sages, Nuwa and Taiqing, was related to this human race. ”

An old man with white beard and hair shook his head and sighed, his voice was full of admiration.

Many prehistoric powers also have the same idea, but even so, no one will offend the demon race that is in the sky because of the human race.

This is the prehistoric world, where the strength is respected, the strong is strong, and the weak is dead!

In this world of The Weak are Prey to the Strong, being a weak is a kind of sorrow.

“I am constantly striving, and the sorrow of the weak is nothing.”

A cruel color passed by Donghuangtai’s eyes, and when she grabbed it in the air, the chaotic clock shook the void for hundreds of millions of miles, and the gray ripples smashed everything.

“Wow!”

There were clear and glass-like noises, and the space barrier laid by the hollow willow tree was shattered.

At this moment, the void on the hollow willow tree suddenly tore a crack, and a stalwart figure emptied into the void.

The Killing Spear disturbed the animation sky, with its endless killing power, the spear shot out like a dragon, and suddenly pierced towards the chaotic clock.

A vision transformed by a sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses appeared, and a thick blood of evil spirits spread over the surface.

The millions of Yaozu’s army were all fearful, and under this terrifying murderous aura, even the blood was solidified.

Donghuang Taiyi’s mind also appeared unstable for a moment, and the Magic power of the Chaos Clock was cut off for a moment.

“clang!”

The sound of gold and iron strikes resounded across the sky, and the Chaos Clock was picked up and returned to the side of Donghuang Taiyi.

“Taiyi, if you dare to offend my human race, aren’t you afraid that this seat will pick your thirty Third Stage days?”