Vol 3 Chapter 2173: Terran

Sun Hao sat cross-legged and did not have any response.
Within the snow and ice city, Xia Qingyu and several Yaotaifeng women repaired Sun Hao, who was sitting in the air like an ice sculpture.
Looking at the top of the head has been hanging for decades of huge cyclone, the heart is slowly cold.
Even if adults complete their cultivation, they are afraid that they will not be able to rescue the Terran.
Even if adults complete their cultivation, they are afraid that they will not be able to rush to rescue the crumbling race.
For decades, the battle report has been constantly coming from Kunxu Palace.
Every time I saw the report, Xia Qingyu and Yaotaifeng women repaired their fears.
Every time I heard the news, everyone was speechless.
The reason for the extremely cold ice and snow in the north is that the materials are poor. Because the climate is cold, it has become a place that the aliens do not want to patronize. At this time, it has become a rare land of the human race and a rare land.
In the billions of territories of the human race, decades ago, they went to eight, leaving only the Sanctuary of the Kunlun Mountains.
In these decades, the East and West Kunlun still can't defend the powerful offensive of the aliens. The once the most prosperous and most core of the Terran, even the most dark period of the Terran, rarely succumbed to the Sanctuary of the Terran, in the Baizu Allied Forces. Under the attack, the festival retreats.
The low-level monks who lost their asylum, a large number of Terran mortals, were directly exposed to the iron hoof of the Hundreds of Allied Forces.
The mountain river is broken and the corpse is everywhere.
The river is stained with blood, and the earth is white.
The rich wilderness covered the ashes after the thick fire burned, and there were all bricks and broken tiles everywhere, and there were scorched cliffs everywhere.
The Terran fires that have been transferred from all sides of the Terran have been burned down again. Like the ants, they have been hurriedly hiding in Tibet on the land, looking for a chance to survive for their own survival.
Like a large river, it shows that many fish in the river are crowded together. The fisherman can fork up a few in a random way. In order to capture the human slaves, the invaders of the Terran monks only need to drill down and casually slaughter. A city or a large array of defenses is not particularly strong, you can earn a pot full.
Into the Kunlun Sanctuary of the East and West, it is equivalent to stripping the coat of the Terran. The flesh of the red fruit is exposed. If necessary, the Baizu can enjoy the fruits of the war at any time.
There are too many Terran prisoners of war.
Too many races that like to eat human flesh are a little anorexia. Many races that can only be upgraded by the Terran monks are still catching prisoners of war. Most races have put their goals at the true core of the human race.
The hub of East and West Kunlun, Kunxu Palace and Wushen Palace.
Killed the soft hand and grabbed the flying ship full.
After hundreds of years of fighting, the Baizu United Army finally won the fruit of victory, and the Terran became the fat on the chopping board of the fish.
Under a flying ship.
A little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, was held by a one-armed monk and walked up to the flying ship.
Looking back at the hometown where he is about to leave, the little girl said with a blunt voice: "Grandfather Bei Guo, why do we have to move again?"
The one-armed monk had only one eye, and a large knife crossed his face.
His face is gloomy as water, and his eyes are filled with the light of hatred. The voice in his mouth is relatively soft: "It is dry, it is because the werewolves are going to kill again, we must evacuate immediately."
The little dry rain was silent, and looked back at the small town in the distance. He said, "But Grandpa Zhang, Grandma Li and Xiaoqiangge, Xiao Ange, they..."
Bei Guoyu said in a low voice: "You have to remember that it is a real catastrophe of my people. Only you, the elders have merit, and at the same time, they are the first generation of the descendants of the human race who are not weak in cultivation." The goal of the transfer, the main task of Grandpa North is to cover the retreat of the small dry rain."
The little rain hand supported Bei Guojun's arm, letting himself stand higher, eyes looking into the distance, and gently asked in his mouth: "Northern Grandpa, I am not my mother has been eaten by the werewolf? Listen Grandpa Zhang said that the werewolves will eat raw people."
Bei Guoyu was silent and whispered: "I don't know, what is their current situation, I really don't know, it's raining, you have to remember..."
Bei Guo's fingers are far away, there, rising up and blazing the sky, far away, as if you can still feel the heat waves.
The sound of Bei Guojun is low and slow, and he is sad and firm: "You will give you a name for the dry rain. It is hope that you can welcome the spring rain like the dead trees after the war, and follow our people to hope."
The big eyes of the dry rain suddenly flashed brightly, and the mouth quickly asked: "Grandfather Bei Guo, do we have hopes for the Terran?"
The flying ship vacated.
The strong voice of Bei Guozhen came out: "Yes, there must be."
On the face of the rain, there was a smile, and the mouth said: "Grandfather of North Guo, our hope, in the holy mountain of Kunlun?"
Bei Guoyu was silent.
The dry rain continued and said: "Our hopes will be far away? Grandpa Zhang said that this has been playing for hundreds of years."
Bei Guojun hugged the dry rain with one arm, his hands shivering slightly, looking at the small town that had just been destroyed, and silently asked himself: "Is there still hope for the Terran? Is hope still far behind?"
A question that doesn't know the answer.
A question that doesn't want to know the answer.
Just like the little dry rain, I never dared to go deep into thinking whether my mother-in-law really became the mouth of the werewolf.
The Terran has been robbed for two hundred years.
The human race has fallen into pieces, and the spirits are everywhere, and the sorrows are everywhere.
If you have hope, don't wait for two hundred years.
Maybe there is hope, but it won't come so soon.
The dark period is no longer enough to describe the current situation of the human race.
To the extent that it does not reach the end of the world is enough to describe it as an endangered family.
The vast areas of the Kunlun Holy Land, which are rarely framed, are peeled off.
The strength of the Baizu coalition forces has made the elites of the tribes deeply desperate. As a monk who participated in the border defense battle of the sanctuary and survived, but was defeated by the realm, Bei Guozhen actually knows.
This time, if the people can keep the fire, it is quite good.
Even after a few decades, Bei Guozhen still can't forget the three nightmare scenes of the three giant gas-shipships, the four overwhelming magical laws that surrounded the Terran of the Terran.
Bei Guozhen is still clearly remembered, the opposite aliens are dense, like an ant-like flying ship, and flying in front of the flying ship, full of seven fits.
A hundred times the humanoid flying ship.
A hundred times the monks of the monks.
This is a strong alliance of powers that is enough to make people annihilate. The Terran has ushered in a peerless catastrophe.
Is there hope?
Even if it is the adult of Zhengyuanzi, the fear of the heart is completely desperate, and the boundary of the sanctuary is lost. The Feiyun ship of Zhengyuanzi’s airlift has been hit hard and almost fell.
In order to rescue the Feiyun ship, the Terran monks paid five top-class flying ships.
In the blood and rain, not only Bei Guojun saw the bleak back of Zheng Yuanzi’s adult standing on the airborne Feihong ship and the grief that made the sky cry.
The Terran is robbed.
Zheng Yuanzi has been trimmed for decades. EbookFREE.me~ failed to fully recover.
The air transport flying rainbow ship was sleeping in Dantian, and there was no sign of any recovery.
The East and West Kunluns launched the last defensive means. The various defenses accumulated by the generations of the Terran generations, driven by a group of ethnic monks, stubbornly resisted the opponent's offense.
The result is that in the Kirin Pavilion, there are more than 20 new obelisks.
That year, Xiao He worshipped himself, came out from the holy place of the collection, rushed to the front line, guarded the uncovered cliff, and kept it for three years. He sang high-figure, drove his own car to extend the domain, and led more than 30,000 disciples. Detonated the Tuoyu spacecraft, in the flames of smoke, turned into eternity.
On the obelisk, the record of Xiao He was recorded.
Xiaohe, the Terran of the Terran, is a high-ranking sect of the Yuanzheng, with the mid-discipline of the distraction, with the heart of mortality, guarding the Terran of the Terran, and fighting for three years, using the power of the big squad, killing the same level of disguised monks. The number of names has finally led to the combination of the tree and the human race, stubbornly resisting more than three months, self-exploding the extension of the spaceship, pulling the opponents of the same class of four ships, falling into the void.
Before the expedition, Xiao He left a legacy in the Terran Kirin Pavilion.
After the fall, there was an obelisk in the Kirin Pavilion. The monk who guarded the Kirin Pavilion for thousands of years before his death, died, and left a trace of spirit in the Kirin Pavilion.
In that year, Wan Jian Zun came to say goodbye, left his own sword, and personally went to guard the "Shenjian Mountain" he was born in. He fought for more than 30 years, and Shenshen Mountain became an island behind the enemy. The proud mountain like a sword, was deeply penetrated into the earth by the flying humanity, and sealed in the abyss of the earth. Under the deep underground, the swordsmen who died together with him, still broke out like The sword-like momentum is directed at the sky.
Inside the Kirin Pavilion, there was another obelisk that engraved the sword.