Chapter 593: You're done (2)

Da Cangshan is located in the southern part of the country. The Da Cang Dynasty is located in the northernmost part. In the south of the Da Cang Dynasty, there are three emperors.
The Canghuang Emperor once had a population of tens of millions, and it is a literary and artistic affair. It is one of the few places in the Nanzhao 100 countries. There are countless scholars and literati, and the name of Wenhua is far from hundreds of miles.
Today, the Canghuang Emperor has become the general altar of the life and death round of Islam because of its geographical location.
The once-defunct streets have become a rubble field.
The colleges that once had a lot of enthusiasm have turned into corpses.
A hydrogen airship flew slowly through the sky, a few black plumes flying in the sky, a large white airship passing through the black smoke column, and an angry curse in the metal pod below: "The group of scorpions below Killing people, setting fire, being happy, we are so smoked here, so hard to live..."
On the ground, more than a dozen magic-changing tanks 'Rumble' were squeaky, and a barely-maintained courtyard was crushed and shattered. There was a cry of women and children in the courtyard, and dozens of Muslims who were born and died. Laughing and rushing out from behind the magic tank, the torches were ignited everywhere during the day, and a black smoke column was like a ghost's paw, and quickly rose to the sky.
At the core of the Canghuang Emperor, the former palace has become a flat.
All the carved beams and paintings are in vain, and the enchanting sorrows of the country are not known. The air is filled with a strong smell. A high-altitude white bone altar stands on the ruins of the palace, a white bone on the bones of the people, with fresh blood.
The great reincarnation of the king stood on the top of the altar with a black scepter, and his eyes spurted black and whispering, and he continued to make a low sneer.
'Tiger vigorously' stood beside the big reincarnation, smirked and constantly moved his hands: "It is today, today, my uncle, I want to fly to God... haha, the leader, you said, the emperor will give me How high is the god?"
The big reincarnation looked at an airship floating in the sky and looked at a frame of magical tanks slowly passing by on the ground. '桀桀' smiled and said: "The great master has made countless achievements, and the gods are naturally extremely High, future authority, it is certainly not small. However, how high can you get the gods, but also depends on our sacrifice, oh, can you satisfy the emperor?"
‘Tiger’s vigorous’ stayed:
Sacrifice?

Staying in the sky at Chutian stayed ‘‘sacrifice’?
They are all done, and what are the sacrifices?
The sharp crying came from far away, and a large group of life-and-death sects dressed in heavy armor escorted the literated Limin people to the altar. Looking from the sky, a team of people can not see the margins, crying and crying to the altar.
"This kind of altar, in the southern country of Da Cangshan, a total of 490,000 people." The big reincarnation of the king with the scepter, the foot of a group of black gas rises, turned into countless thumb-sized black haunting He hurriedly danced and whispered from time to time: "The emperor said that every altar, sacrificed 100 million souls, if it can be perfect, let me wait in the Western Tianyu, hold the party."
The ‘Tiger’s vigorousness’ looks faint and did nothing.
After all, he is only Chutian made with the fruit of the heavenly tree, a detachment that is almost paranoid for flying to become a god.
Chutian’s face in the sky was slightly changed. He jerked his right hand and fell down with a fist.
The wars of Yuntian’s spokespersons, Chutian’s inability to stop, and even more unintentional, after all, Chutian can accept the change of imperial power of the secular dynasty. For the emperor’s father and son to be disabled and the country’s chaos, such things happen all the time in countless places. Chutian can accept this kind of thing completely, and he does not hesitate to help one side.
Even the expansion of Yuntian's external expansion, Chutian can accept.
Isn't that greater territory, more people, more wealth, and what the secular people are pursuing? Although this kind of war is unjust, it is the normal state of the world, and Chutian can fully accept this kind of war.
But the big reincarnation of the king is about to do, Chutian can not accept!
Chutian is not a moral gentleman, not a saint, but he can't accept the life and death round. The Muslims have already won the victory of the final war. They still have to unscrupulously slaughter the Limin people who have no resistance to the personal desires of Gongsun.
490,000 altars?
Each altar sacrifices 100 million people?
Chutian only felt that his body was straight and his hair was straight and cold. How much is it necessary to eliminate humanity before making such a decision?
There are 490,000 altars, an altar offering 100 million people, and a total of forty-nine billion trillions of souls!
In the south of Da Cang Mountain, there are hundreds of millions of miles in the territory of the 100 countries. There are so many people in the country and countless people in Limin. But by Gongsun’s so much tossing, the entire Da Cangshan Nanxun 100 countries will also be turned into ghosts, right?
White bones, sneaks.
Chu Tian’s right fist ignited a golden flame, and a great force would spurt out.
Suddenly there were several figures flashing out of the air. It was a few days with twelve pairs of black wings, and the breath of the body made Chu Tian feel suffocated. These days, the huge wings are suspended in the air, and the black wings emit black smoke. A dark cloud gradually covers the entire Yellow Emperor.
The rich dead air drifted from all over the Canghuang Emperor, and the mourning of countless undead souls came from the emptiness.
In places where there are too many dead people, even green fires are sprayed out, turning into countless twisted faces and snarling silently toward the sky.
These days will be with a sneer of sneer, quietly overlooking the altar of white bones below.
Suddenly, there are several tall figures.
Standing five or six feet tall, wearing a black glazed sturdy tight-fitting armor, the face is pale as paper, and there is a sharp little horn on the forehead.
The horns!
It is a family of horns!
Chutian’s eyes are suddenly covered with bloodshot eyes. The family of the horns and the heavens of these heavens will collude together?
Chutian thinks of the terrorist ethnic ability of the Mingjiao family. They can use the flesh and blood of the aliens to nourish and strengthen themselves. They can also devour the essence of the alien flesh and blood and proliferate more powerful descendants. In particular, the flesh and blood of the living beings are the best materials for the reproduction of these horns.
Devouring, continually swallowing, constantly strengthening itself, and then swallowing more creatures!
One and another strong and horrible day will continue to appear. They are quietly suspended in the air, quietly overlooking the mortals who are constantly moving to the altar below.
"You guys, you're done! I hope that this flesh and blood sacrifice can satisfy you." Gongsun Yan laughed and fell from the sky, watching the people of the Mingjiao family.