Chapter 982:

This is a crazy killing, more at a loss than the lack of drugs for 15 years. It is the Wu people who don't know where the future is. These Bat Saints are very strong.
The people of the Witch tribe continued to resist and died during these 15 years. The strong have almost fallen. Now, except for men, women, young and old, the backbone of them has decreased.
In addition, the disappearance of the will has made the people of the Wu tribe fear the race of the Nine Yin Realm from the bottom of their hearts, especially this time the golden thread tribe of the Bat Saint tribe has appeared. This is the past 15 years and now.
The language and actions of the traces of Nangong can only mobilize the blood of the Wu people in an instant, but as the killing progresses, this so-called blood will not last long.
When screaming, facing the tall bat sage, the Wu clan showed weak resistance, struggling with the bat sage having a body comparable to the barbarian.
In particular, the purple thread tribesmen of the more than 10 bat saint tribes each possessed the witch training equivalent to the witch tribe, and possessed the body of the soul powerhouse equivalent to the barbarian tribe. After a period of time, it was cruel laughter.
They don't use any magical powers. That strong hand can replace everything. The separation of the head, the separation of the limbs, and the flying of flesh and blood have become the eternal picture of this sky.
Nangong’s blood flowed from the traces, and the hand spear in the low voice penetrated between the brows of the Bat Saint tribe. After raising his left hand and leaving, a large amount of death energy soon condensed, forming a whirlpool outside his body, and appeared from that whirlpool. Many dead souls have been around
He is a superpower, but most of the superpower witches sympathize with the dead and are indifferent to the living, but in the traces of Nangong, the psychic witch cannot restrain his instinctive boldness. This is an important reason why he failed to enter the queen witch. Behind him, the Wu tribe people are dying less and less, with the roaring and blew sound echoing, this servant has reached the peak.
Self-detonation is the destruction before the death of the Elders of the Wu tribe, which stimulates everyone in the Wu tribe.
"Fight, then die!" Nangong traces rang loudly.
"Fight for yourself, fight for our lives, change your destiny in the killing, win the future in madness!" All the witches are already very popular now, facing the bat saints, if one person If you can't fight, there are only two people, if two people are not enough, then three people!
However, despite this, when the number of bat saints is not less than that of the Wus, the deaths of the Wus continue to increase. Bloody, sorrowful screams circled and witnessed the people on the right side of the Nangong trace.
After a brief contact, there were more than 500 Wu people, and the remaining less than 300 people. They could not go forward. They were pushed by the bat saints from the sky, pressed one by one, and started the festival. To guard the light curtain.
Nangong Henxin was desperate. He saw the death of his tribe. The face he had been familiar with for fifteen years was broken. He saw all this, but he couldn't change it.
However, when they retreated to the guardian light curtain, suddenly, there was a huge palm in the sky, imaginatively coming out, and going straight to the traces of Nangong and the witches at an alarming speed.
From a distance, this palm is very huge, with hundreds of feet of legs, and a roar can be heard by pressing it. On the palm of his hand, a bat saint tribe with a gold thread between his eyebrows, raised his right hand and slowly pressed it down.
Nangong traces made a hoarse voice, his face swelled with blue veins, all the people behind him must drive frantically to resist this huge palm!
If they can't resist, they will die second, and this guardian light curtain may be difficult to persist. After the light curtain breaks, the children in the valley and the injured tribe will face an unresistible massacre! It was less than fifty feet away between the applause. At this moment, the vast, low voice came from this valley, but seeing the white-haired old man with pale face jumping out of this valley, its speed was very fast. Hurry, penetrate the light curtain in an instant, Nangong
"Senior Ironwood!"
"Tiemu, I am a senior!" The exhilarating voice dispersed from the crowd. The old man was injured in the last war and could not heal the unconscious Tiemu!
When the whole valley faced such a crisis, he woke up, and now he was desperately fighting. When the fist touched this huge palm, Ironwood bleeds, and his whole body is filled with blood and mist, like a kite with a broken line. , Was swept away.
"Is this the strongest power of foreigners here? It's so fragile and can't stand a single blow. All foreigners, it!" An icy voice came from the air, and the surrounding bat saint tribesmen appeared everywhere, with a sarcasm, that more than ten. Most of the Zixian people sneered and looked at the scene below.
The person who said this was the highest point in the sky, the golden thread man who opened this huge palm.
Nangong traces despair. He is soon on the iron wood. There is no blood on the surface of the iron wood. His eyes are closed. He was already seriously injured, but now he was forced to do it, and he was seriously injured. Now his life is at stake.
When the huge palm whizzed and almost touched the traces of Nangong, Nangong was in the deep voice of the traces. All the witches entered the light curtain, watching that palm instantly touch the light curtain. Under the horrified whistling, here
The entire valley, at this moment, there is no protection!
That huge palm violently squeezed the Wu people in the valley by disintegrating, not dispersing, and exterminating everything!
The mountain split, a large amount of rubble fell off and shattered into ashes. The earth couldn't stand the power of this palm, and a crack was formed, which was about to collapse.
In the formation inside the valley, there were no corpses, only fly ash. At that moment, everyone here turned into dust as the formation collapsed. In the trembling cave, as the rubble fell off, the children embraced their mother in fear, closed their eyes, and waited for death.
Nangong's bleak laughter looked up at its palm, revealing the color of despair.
"The future is there... let's end here..."
And now, the indifferent language of the Golden Thread Clan of the Bat Saint Clan is still echoing in all directions, and its contempt is very obvious.
"...All foreigners, it!"
However, at this moment, the moment when this cold voice echoed, the moment when the huge palm was less than 30 feet away from the trace of Nangong, this moment of despair!
The same indifferent voice suddenly roared like thunder between the world and the earth, with the momentum of the person who penetrated the golden thread.
"I" is the first word of this voice. When this word appeared, all the Bats in the sky felt a strong wind from a distance. The intensity of this wind, such as the scream of the sky, actually rolled beyond control. Their bodies.
"Also" is the second word. When the first word arrives, it feels far away, but when the second word appears, it roars like a thunder, so that all people who sound like the bat saints have hearts and heads. The feeling of roar at the same time.
Appearing in this valley at an indescribable speed, under the huge palm that was pressed, this golden light turned into a figure, invisible, he raised his right hand, stretched out his fingers, and looked casually, there was something in this huge palm.
"Yes" is the third word, it gives people a feeling of calm, if it contains the rules of heaven and earth, it will replace all the surrounding and all sounds!
This look is very small compared to that palm, but the moment his fingers touched the huge palm, the roar hovered violently, spreading to the surrounding hundreds of miles, and another shock spread in all directions during the roar, and the storm roared, it looked like Like raging waves.
That huge palm trembled and cracked under the rumbling sound, and finally exploded suddenly, turning into a shock, and rushing into the sky.
"...Foreigner!" These are these words, the last two words, when the palm collapsed and was swept away, they were said slowly.
Now the surrounding wind is roaring, its figure is standing in mid-air, with long hair fluttering, white clothes like snow, its handsome face, diamond-shaped mark between its brows, and a small snake on its shoulder raised its head and spit out neutrons. Attracted everyone's attention! This person has deep eyes. If the entire sky is included, his body will emit golden light. This golden light is scattered from all parts of the body, and he looks like he is wearing golden armor!
His eyes are not only deep, but they also have even more surprising feelings, but everyone from the Bat Sage who touches their eyes whizzes in their minds, and when he glances at him, he feels that his body is going to collapse.
This is powerful, more powerful than all the forces here!