Chapter 1580: civilian

When the voice fell, Luo Zheng’s figure took off from the void, over the head of the saint warrior, overlooking the bottom...
That strong momentum is like a king in the world, but there is a mere esteem that comes down!
The saints are generally noble in their blood. In the eyes of the saints, all foreigners are equal.
No matter the human race, or other intelligent creatures, there is no difference between pigs, dogs, ants and sentient beings!
Only the saints are different, and only the saints are qualified to override other races!
In the Great Pole, any creature, any race can only lie at the foot of the saints, relying on the charity and captivity of the saints.
Has this saint warrior experienced this momentum?
Under this imposing manner, the saint warrior felt that he was extremely small and had a sense of involuntary surrender.
But now he is facing a human race. Out of the glory of his own blood, this saint warrior has an instinctive resistance. How can he surrender to a human race at will?
"What is your name, I can not kill you," Luo Zheng's cold voice once again floated out, the pressure of the soul suddenly doubled, and there was a faint flash of gold in the eyes of Luo Zheng.
God pledged the six major places to cultivate the holy land.
The dragon and the poultry years of the valley repair the realm, the Yuanhe nationality is the heart of the refining tower to repair the state of mind, the source of the collapse of the mountain power to repair the flesh, the Vientiane family to destroy the wind and the valley to repair the law, the Tianzhu people are the end of the real yuan...
In addition to this, there is also the soul ancestral land of the soul-printing people, which is where the soul of cultivation is.
Under the three repairs of the warrior, the soul is second only to the refining body, and the cultivation of the true existence is the third fulcrum that supports a warrior. Naturally, it is a very important part.
Seven of the ten Taoist priests entered the ancestral sacred land. Among them, Jiang Zhengyi and Du Gujian were lost to the soul and ancestors because of the time. They did not enter the cultivation and were directly brought into the valley.
In addition to the Tianzhu people, Luo Zheng has extraordinary achievements in the five major cultivation sites.
Now Luo Zheng’s soul is shining with Jin Jinhui. On the surface of the translucent soul, there is also a curved gold engraving. This is the
Emperor’s Seal
of the soul ancestor, with such a carved person, the escaped soul. There is a royal atmosphere in the pressure, which makes people feel small and fearful, and can force the weaker opponents to surrender!
In this round of Da Yanzhi, there are not many warriors who have become golden souls. Only Tianzun and a small part of the world are masters.
At the moment, Luo Zheng’s power of release from the soul of gold is supplemented by the effect of the
Emperor of the Emperor
.
Therefore, under his inquiry, this saint warrior suddenly became a sly, almost consciously replied: "I, my name is Long Rong!"
"Stop," Luo Zheng ordered.
Luo Zheng could also force the other party, but at this moment, he only used words to let the other party yield. Luo Zheng is also interested in verifying his ability to gain in the forbidden land.
Escape is almost the instinct of the saints. The words of Luo Zheng are suppressed, as if they have done the "speaking method", but it is the heart of the saints who are fighting against their own fears. Come down!
Long Rong just looked at Luo Zheng with a pair of horrified eyes, and there was no rebellious mind in his heart.
"Which big world is this place?" Luo Zheng stared at Long Rong.
Longrong’s eyes flashed with hesitant color, but he felt that his soul was completely suppressed by Luo Zheng and controlled the general, but he could not help but replied:
This is the seven boundaries...

"Seven out of bounds?" Luo Zheng a slight glimpse.
The Seven Despairs are a marginal boundary in the Humanitarian Alliance, and this marginal boundary is bordered by the borders of the gods.
When Luo Zheng left Da Yanzhi, the saints only occupied the three major circles of the Tomsons. If the saints now hit the seven boundaries, wouldn’t they swallow the entire humanitarian alliance?
The situation is worse than Luo Zheng’s imagination.
In Luo Zheng’s view, how strong the saints are, it is impossible to completely swallow up thousands of major circles in the entire humanitarian alliance in just three years. After all, every big world is broad and boundless, let alone Tianzun in the universe. They, as well as the "star tail", are not likely to stand by.
So what about God?
Yunhu Tianzun... There are still clouds!
Luo Zheng’s thoughts turned back and forth, staring at the sacred warrior Long Rong,
What is the situation of the whole Da Yanzhi now!

When the voice fell, a golden glow in his eyes flashed, and the emperor's breath in the soul of the emperor rushed past the tide. This Longrong did not have any resistance at all. It was just a binocular depression. The Asian tooth trembled, and he could not bear the strength of such strength. Pressure, but even the words can not be said.
Seeing this person like this, Luo Zheng can only recover some of the soul pressure and continue to ask: "How?"
"Our holy family... The Holy Family dismembered the Humanitarian Alliance and killed the three Terran celestial beings. The elites of the Humanitarian Alliance have retired to the gods and have no thoughts..." Long Rong said quickly.
Luo Zheng nodded. He didn't think that this person would deceive himself. "So what about the night family?"
"The demon nights have already formed an alliance with our saints. They originally intended to declare war directly to the gods, but they were entangled in the demon," the other said.
"Is it entangled by the Mozu?"
Luo Zheng’s eyes showed an unexpected color.
After all, people like beautiful things. Luo Zheng’s impression of the demon night family has always been good, but never imagined that the demon night family turned out to be the inner body of the animal husbandry in the great derivation of the world. They and the ancient witches The purpose is the same, in order to subvert the entire universe.
The trouble between Luo Zheng and the Mozu was not broken in the lower bounds. Although this race was brave, it was rude and brutal, and it was enemies with Luo Zheng several times. I did not expect this Mozu to take action. The demon night family became the help of the Terran, and it really surprised Luo Zheng.
This is the big situation of Da Yan Zhi Yu, Luo Zheng has a general understanding.
Then he stared at Long Rong and asked: "What is the rain here?"
"Blood rain... blood rain..." Long Rong hesitated again, and he refused to say it.
"You can't say it, I have a lot of means for you to say, for example... search for souls," Luo Zheng said lightly.
From Luo Zheng who wants to get these news, you don't have to be so troublesome. You can read the news in this person's mind directly from the soul search, but he finally has the purpose of reviewing his own cultivation achievements.
Long Rong’s face suddenly turned white and he saw Luo’s decisive face. He didn’t think that this person was joking.
"Then, those rains are the blood of the human race. In order to prevent the people of the Human Alliance from regaining this place, we will collect human blood and use blood curses to pollute this land..." Long Rong said, he said So I don't want to answer, not because of the secrets involved in this matter, but because the saints' methods are too cruel. He is afraid that Luo Zheng will kill himself when he is angry.
"With so much blood, how many people need to be killed," Luo Zheng asked, looking at the raindrops dripping from the sky.
"One world... a people of a world," Long Rong replied carefully, pointing to Luo Zheng.
"Where mortals are counted?" Luo Zheng asked again.
Long Rong nodded.
Luo Zheng's pupil slowly rotates, and a sharp shape is scattered in the pupil. It seems that two inch-sized sharp knives are set in the center of his pupil, and an invisible anger is directed into the mind!
There are countless races in the universe, and the life of the warriors is like a mustard.
But there is a bottom line between the warriors, and they rarely hurt mortals!
In the eyes of mortals, the world of warriors is a vain world, and those who fly around are the gods in their eyes!
The war between the warriors is a war between the gods and gods, and they have little to do with their mortals.
Even when the gods have no fierce battle with the Human Alliance, some of the mortal kingdoms in the big circles of the war still live a peaceful life, unless the strongest of the heavenly level fights, the inevitable tearing of the whole The big world, under normal circumstances, will not affect the mortal country.
This is a bottom line problem, even the most ruthless Mozu will not overtake this bottom line, because there are also ordinary people in the Mozu who have never practiced...
But the saints are different.
There is no such bottom line in their race, killing tens of billions and hundreds of billions of mortals, and there is no difference between slaughtering tens of billions and hundreds of billions of pigs and dogs.
All beings are equal, and only the saints are above them. This is the voice of all saints.