Chapter 2395: Would rather die

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The giant gates of the area are standing, the light is shining, and the buzzing is rumbling.
As the gate to the spiritual realm, in this starry sky, you can smell the breath of the spiritual realm. As for the souls of the spiritual realm, whether monks or mortals, have already moved to the heavens before the war began, at this moment The spiritual realm is an empty world.
"Dear friends, let's go!" Xi Chen glanced at the Dai people.
"Go on the road, let's go on the road." The Qiang Emperor raised his foot first, his voice was quite hoarse, and his tone of laughter and speech carried a touch of sadness, helplessness, and anger.
The emperor of the clan moved, how dare the people of the clan do not move, one by one, the pace of each one was sorrowful, the back was sad and sad, and their faces were engraved with the same expression as the clan emperor.
If he loses, he loses his tribe. Today, a complete defeat, what kind of floods and famine traditions, will be accompanied by this distribution, and disappear.
It is worth mentioning that each deity will stop when he departs.
Then, I glanced back, glanced at my own ancestral land, glanced at the vast starry sky, and because of this, perhaps forever, I could never return, and Emperor Huang could not let them come back, even if they could come back, it would not help. There is also the imperial curse of Emperor Dao. He is a tribe, completely defeated, and has no chance of turning over in his life.
I do not know why, this sad picture is actually covered with poor color.
The old saying goes: poor people must have hatred.
The monks stood quietly, and also looked silently, looking calmer, their eyes calmer, and no one would have mercy. Think of the evil behavior of the Dai people, think of the souls slaughtered relentlessly. Created a blood debt and failed to settle your Dai people. Is it the kindness, the sadness, and the face to see the blood of the Cang?
Under the attention of the world, all the Dai people have entered the channel, and this vast sky and stars will no longer have a tribe people, and that distant spiritual realm is their destination.
Suddenly, Emperor Huang turned around, stepping on nothingness, and went straight to the next house.
The monks of the heavens followed, but many of them turned into avatars and entered the ancestral land of the Dai people. The Dai people were assigned, but the treasure in the ancestor land was to be taken away.
"Don't grab it, don't grab it."
"Your sister, leave me a bit, shameless, right?"
"He. Damn, who stepped on Lao Tzu."
These noisy sounds filled the ancestral land. Although they are all detached, they have inherited the urine of the deity. All the heavenly people are energetic, scolding nature, and grabbing things.
Looking away, the crowds of people gathered together are like a dark ocean, crowds of people. Wherever the ocean passes, no matter what flowers and grass, fairy pools, spring fragments, blue shards, blue bricks, rubble, etc. All, nothing pulled, the sweep was really clean.
In this regard, Emperor Huang did not stop or forcibly allocate.
Booty! Who grabs it? Who can grab it?
Soon after, another starry sky, he stopped again.
Compared with the dead starry sky where I am, this star field has a very breath of life, and there are many ancient stars shining with halo, but every ancient star is empty, because of this sweeping sky The war, the creatures of the stars, have already migrated out.
"This ... this is our hometown!"
"That purple star is an ancient star of my tribe. Is there a stark tribe in this area?"
"It's incredible."
Too many monks are amazed. They are all indigenous monks in this star field. It is a little scary to see that the imperial wasteland stops here.
Imagine that there is a Honghuang race staring around the ancient star of his own house, and it's no wonder that he can sleep well. I did n’t know it before, but now I know it.
"Only you can't think of it. No Honghuang can't do it." It's still the goods of Chiyangzi, holding the jug and drinking, the hidden ability of the Honghuang people. It can also surprise you.
During the conversation, Emperor Huang has shaken his hand, and turned away from the veil in the dark.
Immediately, I saw a big world, smiling no more than my ancestors, but also between mountains and rivers, with palaces suspended and full of spiritual power. The whole was in the dark, hazy, and it was difficult to hide it. Blended with violence and bloodthirsty.
"The Jinwu tribe is hidden enough." The sorceress sneered, his eyes were cold and cold, and the grievances between the Wu tribe and the Jinwu tribe can be traced back to the flood and drought, and the subsequent generations are also chaotic. Every few years, there will be a war. I don't know how to hide in this star field.
"Hidden that year, I made up today." The quasi-perfect emperors of Dachu also killed themselves coldly. In the past, Dachu returned and angered the four clans. The Jinwu and other clans at that time had claimed their ancestors. Then, I really regret that after the famine began, Jinwu belongs to the famine, and I do n’t know how many souls have been slaughtered. This is also a blood debt.
"I would rather die than fall." Before the Emperor Huang opened his mouth, he heard the hissing voice of the Jinwu tribe's ancestors, all tough guys, each with his face full of decisiveness, not ready to give in.
"That sounds disgusting." Tian Lao took a deep breath.
"Why, do you want to leave a good name for future generations? What kind of righteousness do you want the future generations to extol your Jinwu tribe?" The sneer of the saint, with a touch of cold irony, "It's so hard-hearted, where is the demon when it invades? I do n’t know, what are you going to do to see the emperor of the Ru tribe. His reputation has already been insulted by Er and so on. "
"You ..." The Jinwu tribe's language was stuffed, and his face was scarlet.
Before he responded, Emperor Huang moved, and stepped on Jinwu Hutian enchantment.
Then the killing began.
The world only heard the rumbling and mourning, only in the vague, faintly seeing Jin Wuzu's land collapse, mountains, collapses, palaces, explosions, up to the peak Zhundi, down to the condensed junior, all Piece by piece was slaughtered.
"My people surrender, my people surrender."
The Emperor Jinwu snarled, no longer half-hearted, begging for mercy in grief, he miscalculated, looked down at the coldness of Emperor Huang, thinking that Emperor Huang would give Jinwu Emperor a thin face.
Who would have thought that he was so hot-blooded that killing would kill without any ambiguity.
Regarding his begging for mercy, the Emperor was left unheard of, and the merciless killing was not my cruelty, but a chance for the Ru people, but he did not cherish it.
what.....!
The Jinwu people mourn, and they are full of resentment in the roar, not to the emperor, but to the emperor, surrender and surrender, and it is necessary to wave the face and face. This wave does not matter, and the Jinwu tribe will be completely destroyed. The inheritance of the emperor , And therefore completely cut off.
what.....!
The emperor of the Jinwu tribe hissed, listening to the grievances of the tribe, and looking at the pictures, his heart collapsed. At the moment of life and death, he understood what regret was, a death that didn't surrender. , But brought in the great disaster of extermination.
The heavens are still calm, without pity.
There is no mercy for the Jinwu tribe. It is not hard to be hard, not to be irritated when it is not hard. It is deserved to be destroyed. If the emperor Jinwu is still alive, he will have no room for contentment. His own descendants, is it too special? Fighting for energy, head melon is not easy to use.
That is the Emperor Famine, the Dacheng Eucharist Emperor Famine, where's the self-confidence that would rather die than fall?