Chapter 2691: The war broke out again

"Their strength is terrible, we are not opponents at all, we all underestimated their strength!"
"The Demon Race is over! We are also over!"
"Why didn't that mysterious true immortal take action? Why didn't he save us? As long as he controls the Dragon God Totem and severely inflicts the Dragon God Clan, we can definitely destroy the Dragon God Clan, why didn't he appear?"
"Why is this? Elder Promise, why is this?"
Everyone in Zhu'er Soul was desperate, and they had completely given up, all with resigned eyes.
They were badly injured and had lost the ability to fight, so their survival depends on luck.
"Elder Promise, accept your fate." Jing Wushuang smiled faintly.
Looking at Jing Wushuang with old eyes, Elder Wuji asked, "Jing Wushuang, has Master Zhenxian been killed by Feng Wuchen?"
Elder Promise's numerous voice transmissions, without any result.
Therefore, Elder Wuji can only guess that it was killed by Feng Wuchen.
Although I didn't want to believe it, the mysterious true immortal did not show up, which made Elder Wuji have to believe it.
Jing Wushuang shook his head and said, "Master Supreme didn't kill him. He didn't dare to show up."
"Don't dare to show up?" Zhu Erhun and the others were dull and unbelievable.
The mysterious true fairy possesses a dragon totem, which can suppress the dragon clan, why dare not to show up?
"Really..." Elder Wuji was even more desperate.
Although Elder Wuji didn't know what had happened, he had already determined that the mysterious true immortal did not dare to take action.
"Everyone take a good rest, take the pill to restore their strength, and then welcome the martial arts temple to sit down on the strong, so that they can take a good look at the strength of the Dragon God Clan!" Long Killing Soul said calmly.
"Yes! Great ancestor!" everyone replied excitedly, and the bravery and skillful fighting of the Dragon God tribe was fully demonstrated.
"Great ancestor, Emperor Zhu Tian, ​​they are seriously injured and unable to fight, do you want to kill them?" Kui Ying asked respectfully.
Long Killing Soul sneered: "Don't worry, let them see the destruction of the Demon Race with their own eyes, and let them know the consequences of the evil deeds of the Demon Race."
"Dragon Killing the Soul! Don't say it so high-sounding, when it comes to evil, the Dragon God Race is not much better! What is wrong with the Demon Race in order to survive?" Zhu'er Soul gritted his teeth.
The fierce gaze swept towards the Soul Soul, and the Soul Killing Dragon said coldly: "In order to survive, the demon tribe madly swallowed all major forces and killed countless innocent people. In order to improve its strength, how many people's power was swallowed by the demon tribe? Strengthen the power, provoke a war, slaughter the Emperor Soul Race, and slaughter many forces. Can the Dragon God Race have these frantic evil deeds?"
"..." Zhu'er soul was unable to refute, his pale old face swelled and his lungs were about to explode.
"Although our Dragon God tribe is not a good thing, we never kill innocent people indiscriminately. Although we are strong, we don't bully the weak and we don't harm others for the sake of strengthening our strength. So the Dragon God tribe can survive today, and your demon tribe is good. The days are over." Long killed Yunsen coldly.
"The strength of the Demon Race is not as good as the Dragon God Race, we recognize it." Elder Wuji sighed and shook his head, his pale old face extremely haggard.
"If Feng Wuchen didn't say anything during the war, we really didn't know that the Martial Spirit Temple had also intervened." Long Jiyun continued, looking at Gu Xuanzun with a cold look.
Gu Xuanzun frowned slightly and said nothing.
"Shoo hoo!"
At this moment, the martial arts temple powerhouse finally rushed, and a group of figures appeared one after another, and a strong and violent aura spread one after another.
The number of people is as high as tens of thousands, and they are all powerful masters.
Headed by the Great Venerable Wuhun Temple, Xiao Mo, the realm of the Seven-Star Venerable.
Dozens of powerful figures in the Profound Saint Realm, such as the Saint Soul Sect and the Jiuyou Temple, all gathered, and the lineup was very terrifying.
However, the faces of Xiao Mo, Sect Master Saint Soul and others were very solemn and even panic.
"Finally here." Long Jianfeng sneered sneerly, and his strong fighting spirit broke out again.
Long Xuanfeng smiled excitedly: "There are so many people here, and they can fight happily again, but I don't know how long they can last."
Long Qi clenched his right fist, his face a bit crazy, and said fiercely: "Fortunately, we didn't let us wait too long."
"Don't kill first, the powerful enemy is here, the strong man in the Martial Spirit Temple!" Shan Tong shouted, and immediately rose from the Heavenly Demon Territory Palace.
"Let you live a while longer, no matter where you escape, you won't escape death!" Nie Wufeng shouted.
The people of the Sky Demon tribe couldn't hear it at all. In order to survive, they were madly escaping for their lives at this moment.
Long Qianye, Gu Qingjue and others, as well as Shen Yingwei, rose to the sky.
"Xiao Mo?" Long Xiaoyang sneered and said: "It seems that there is no stronger power in the Martial Spirit Temple."
Headwind has been trapped by Feng Wuchen's soul body, the ten great masters of the Wuhun Temple have been slaughtered, and the upper levels of the Wuhun Temple such as Nangong Xuan have also been severely injured.
Xiao Mo is already the strongest existence.
"No matter how bad you are!" Long Xiaoyang shouted suddenly, a fierce murderous frenzy erupted.
"Kill!" Long Taiyi and the others roared one after another, and tens of thousands of the powerful shot out together, and the picture was in a state of incomparable state, and the momentum was shaking.
The extremely terrifying momentum is breathtaking, and it is simply invincible.
The headed Long Xiaoyang was in the realm of the Nine-Star Sovereign, with a top sacred artifact in his hand.
He alone was enough to frighten the tens of thousands of powerful people in the Martial Spirit Temple.
There are as many as six or seven powerhouses with the strength of the Seven-Star Sovereign, not to mention Dragon Sword Wind, they also have top sacred artifacts.
Such a lineup is scary to death.
"Nine-Star Sovereign! How could we have beaten Long Xiaoyang? It's almost death!"
"Dragon Jianfeng and Long Xuanfeng have reached the level of Seven-Star Sovereign and Eight-Star Sovereign, as well as the Guardian of the Shadow Guard!"
"The elders have been seriously injured, they can't beat them, and we are even more unlikely."
Tens of thousands of strong men were extremely frightened, their faces were extremely pale, and they had already lost their momentum before they even shot.
Even Xiao Mo's face showed a look of horror.
"Xiao Mo, you come to be my opponent!" Long Qi shouted loudly, and the terrifying aura soared to the realm of the Eight-Star Sovereign.
Before the fight, the tens of thousands of powerful people in the Martial Spirit Temple were all scared into a cold sweat by the powerful people in the Dragon Sacred Temple.
"Unreasonable!" Seeing the horrified expressions of everyone, Gu Xuan sullen himself and shouted angrily: "Don't do it yet? Kill without mercy!"
The tens of thousands of powerful people in the Martial Spirit Temple had no way of retreat. They could only let go and desperately. Then they roared and boldly rushed out in a desperate manner.
"Elder Ben will not interfere." Chu Tianshu smiled lightly.
Jing Wushuang and Bai Chongfeng did not intervene either, their eyes shifted to the battle of the void.
The war broke out again, and the fierce battle of life and death was staged again.