Psychic Card Master

"mercy?"

In the sky, an old man in the mid-level of the Heavenly God Realm looked at Di Mercy in surprise.

This old man is Di Cixi's grandfather, Di Ya, the forty-eighth generation leader of the Ten Thousand Clans.

"This is how the same thing?"

"The forty-ninth generation of the Lord of Ten Thousand Races?"

A twenty-fourth generation lord of all races asked with some doubts about life.

"Old Mo, aren't you dead..."

"what happened……"

In the sky, such a frightening group of strong men are in a state of bewilderment, but they can feel the strength of Emperor Mercy and Xiao Shiyi, which cannot be faked.

Adding the title of the forty-ninth generation Lord of Ten Thousand Clans, the smart ones have already guessed five or six points.

Not all the lords of the forty-eight generations are here, but at least half of them are here!

Many of them have participated in the battle of killing gods!

Their experience and combat strength will all become the help of this battle of killing gods.

When countless alliance soldiers saw so many seniors with terrifying status, they knelt on one knee to express their respect.

"we are at……"

"The Heavenly God Realm?"

"Mercy, what is going on here?"

The aura of the Heavenly God Realm is very special, the aura of the demon race is extremely strong, and it is close to the barrier, so there is a special repulsion.

Those who have participated in the battle of killing gods will never forget it.

"Now Zhongzhou is in the midst of life and death, and the eighth battle of killing gods is being launched."

"But the previous seven times were defeats."

"This time, I will use the technique of reincarnation of the dirty soil to resurrect the seniors."

"One is to rely on the combat power of the seniors to help this battle of killing gods return triumphantly!"

"Secondly, I want to know why this world has become like this!"

"Why on earth are the demons doing this!"

In a few words, Di Cixi explained the whole story clearly.

"The art of reincarnation from the dirt..."

Countless strong men murmured, looking at Qianye who was doing all his magic in the Yin-Yang formation below.

"It's really a law against the sky."

Di Ya sighed.

He has not experienced the battle of killing gods, but he has witnessed the growth of Emperor Mercy in the first hundred years.

Among the crowd, only one person's expression changed slightly upon hearing Di Ci's compassionate question.

Those who can know what happened before the war between gods and demons, after all, are a minority, and those whose complete corpses can be preserved to this day are even rarer.

After all, the rules of each ethnic group are different. Some ethnic groups, such as the human race, will use cremation after death, so no matter how capable Chen Feng is, it is impossible for him to be resurrected.

"How is Zhongzhou doing now?"

"Resources are about to be exhausted, and personnel losses are also heavy. Once this battle of killing gods fails, Zhongzhou may not be far from being destroyed."

Hearing Di Ci's words, many powerhouses said in disbelief:

"What……"

It is not surprising that there are only a few people, they are all strong men who have died in recent years.

"Sure enough, it's still here..."

Hundreds of powerhouses really have different expressions, some are shocked, some are surprised, and some are embarrassed.

"Did you really shoot yourself in the foot with a rock..."

The only middle-aged man who knew the truth ten thousand years ago murmured.

They didn't expect that ten thousand years ago they forced the demons to establish a barrier, and ten thousand years later they would desperately open the barrier.

This may be fate.

"I know that seniors have many questions, but now Zhongzhou needs your help!"

Emperor Mercy is still respectful.

Every resurrected strong man must have a lot of questions and want to know information, such as what about his offspring, or other things.

But now is not the time.

The sound of killing in the front is loud, but the rear must make a long story short.

"Are you a human race?"

"Are you a human race?"

At this time, the eyes of several strong men were shining brightly, and they looked at the sword god Xiao Shishi.

"So what."

Sword God held the long sword in his hand, and replied sternly.

The growth history of Sword God Xiao Shishi is equally legendary. He is also known as the strongest human race in Zhongzhou for thousands of years!

"10%."

"What?"

After hearing what one of the seniors said, Di Ci looked at the senior with some doubts.

"I said there is only a 10% chance of winning."

"That's right, 10%."

"Um……"

As soon as these words came out, the strong behind him nodded.

Di Cixi was also a little confused. It is said that the gods will be very strong. Could it be that they are so strong that they surpass the realm of gods?

"In the realm of the gods, there are other races, and they stand on the side of the demons."

"That's right."

Several strong men who participated in the battle of killing gods said one after another, but no matter how strong these ethnic groups are, if they gather the power of the entire Zhongzhou, they will definitely be able to kill them.

Several times before, Zhongzhou had seen the last god general.

A former lord of all races hugged his chest and said:

"The twelve god generals are just super clones of the gods, or phantoms."

"Whether it is combat strength or appearance, they are exactly the same, exactly."

"As long as one is killed, the other eleven will disappear completely."

"The teleportation array of the Demon Race should be in the 12th district."

"District 12?"

"Um."

These are the experiences that the predecessors exchanged with blood, but they have long been forgotten in the long river of history.

"Is it just the peak of the gods?"

Hearing this strength, countless Zhongzhou powerhouses frowned slightly.

With this strength, no matter how strong the Protoss phantom is, with so many Zhongzhou powerhouses, it would probably kill him.

"No……"

"This is the suppression of blood."

"It's not something you and I can compete with."

"What?"

What a strong man said made many people nod their heads.

"That's right, don't think that your Peak God Realm is nothing in the eyes of the gods..."

"The suppression of bloodlines may prevent you from displaying even 50% of your strength."

"This is why we have completely failed several times in the battle of killing gods..."

"What?"

A strong man from ancient times asked Emperor Mercifully:

"In the beginning of the world, the three major races, do you know which three races they are?"

Di Cixi replied without hesitation:

"Human Race, Protoss Race, Demon Race."

The strong man nodded and said:

"That's right."

"Only the strong human race and the strong demon race can not be affected by the suppression of blood when facing the gods."

"That's why I said you have a 10% chance of winning!"

Hearing this, countless people turned their eyes to Sword God Xiao Shishi.

Xiao Shishi himself was taken aback for a moment, never expecting this to happen.

The main reason is that no one on the land of Zhongzhou has known the race of the Protoss for ten thousand years!

"Warrior in the sky realm, in front of the god general, a thought is turned into flying ashes."

"Eternal warriors, in front of the gods, they can't even lift their weapons!"

"A warrior in the Heavenly God Realm can only exert less than 50% of his strength."

"Tell me, with this kind of strength, what is the chance of winning against a god general who is at the peak of the god realm?"

"Even if you are a human race, no matter how powerful the human race is, facing the god race of the same level, the winning rate is at most 10%."