Slaughter the sky against the dragon

Chapter 387, Remnant God

Rumble!
Battleships and chariots loaded with all kinds of origin stones, elixir, and refining materials landed in the depths of the Nether tribe. Seeing the piles of cultivation resources brought out, the tribesmen of the three tribes were very excited. Eyes light up, full of excitement.

"So many cultivation resources are enough to supply our alliance for ten thousand years!"

"The alliance army is too strong, sweeping across the two ancient gates, looking at the entire continent, who will fight against it?"

"In the future, people in our alliance can walk sideways in the outside world, and they don't have to hide from the world anymore.".
Whoosh!
A small figure stepped on the demon nine steps, turned into afterimages, as fast as phantoms, circled behind Long Buqi, and rushed up.

Long Buqi's eyes flashed, and the Heavenly Demon also took nine steps forward, sweeping across one meter away.

Pfft!
Long Xiaoxue fell to the ground and looked at him aggrievedly, "It's not fun at all!"

Long Buqi smiled, helped her up, and patted the dirt off her clothes, "Girl, when facing the enemy, you can't use all your strength at once, just use eight layers of strength, and keep two layers of strength to prevent the enemy from attacking you." Follow up."

"Understood, brother is not my enemy, I just want you to carry it on your back, it doesn't hurt me at all." Long Xiaoxue pursed her lips, and she didn't become happy until she climbed on Long Buqi's back, holding her little head high , like a victorious female general, meeting the worshiping gazes of the three tribes.

Of course, the people of the three tribes do not worship her, but Long Buqi. Long Buqi has become the most admired person of the three tribes. When the martial artists of the three tribes teach young disciples, they often use Longbuqi as an example, just like a mountain. The overwhelmed young generations of the three races were out of breath.

All the elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect were shocked when they saw the Nine Steps of the Heavenly Demon performed by Long Xiaoxue. It was obviously taught by Long Buqi.

The elders opened their mouths, but stopped talking.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally chose to remain silent.

Long Buqi is a lunatic who kills without blinking an eye. If someone stands up and accuses him, he will probably die in an ugly way!
The elders who were beheaded by him were no longer one or two.

It is better to keep one eye open and one eye closed.
"Hold a grand celebration banquet!"

The patriarch of the Nether gave an order.

A deacon in charge of the celebration laughed, "After learning the news that the alliance army swept across the two ancient gates, the clan has already started preparing for the celebration banquet."

"That's good!"

The Nether Patriarch nodded in satisfaction.

All ethnic groups in the Wusheng Continent have kept this tradition. After winning a battle, they will hold a celebration banquet. Firstly, it can reward the fighters, and secondly, it can unite people's hearts.

When night came, piles of bonfires were lit in the entire Nether Race Central Martial Field, because there were too many people, so they could only go out in the open air.

One by one, the spirit beasts were roasted on the fire until they were browned, and the fat dripped into the fire, igniting blue sparks, filled with the smell of human meat.

Altars of fine wine brewed from elixir are piled up next to the campfire, full of fragrance, and you can take them at will.

The sacrificial elders, Lin Haotian, the golden sage, and Long Buqi gathered around the central bonfire. The other bonfires were divided into three circles according to their status and strength, followed by elders of various clans, followed by young disciples, and finally ordinary A more prestigious person among the clan.

"Hey, it's a pity that he died in one-armed battle. He couldn't see the grand occasion of the alliance."

The golden sage picked up the first bowl of wine and poured it on the ground.

Lin Haotian and the sacrificial elder also offered a bowl, with sad expressions on their faces. The four of them have been friends for more than 1 years. Few people have survived from the God War era, and every death is one less.

Seeing the four great saint-level powerhouses toast, all the elders, disciples, and clansmen also expressed their respect.

"The second bowl, respect the elders who died in battle."

The Golden Sage poured another bowl of wine.

The elders of the Tianmo Sect cursed secretly, hypocrisy!

But he didn't dare to be negligent, and then offered another bowl.

This time sweeping the two ancient sects, the alliance of three clans did not lose much except for the death of a great sage, only the Tianmo sect lost more than 100 elders!
When Long Buqi sent the elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect to die, why didn't the Golden Sage stand up to oppose it?
The Golden Sage smiled lightly, "It's a good celebration banquet, it can't be a memorial service, the third bowl, I respect the young heroes of the alliance, and their strength is the best in the world!"

Dangdang! .
After the collision, everyone raised their bowls and dried up.

In the battle against the ancient beast clan, Long Buqi showed an invincible posture, broke the ancient beast clan's clan artifact, killed five great saints in a row, and killed hundreds of martial saints.

Spiritual wine is nothing to the elders. However, the young disciples with low cultivation bases are blushing, crumbling, unable to bear the huge spiritual energy, and there are puffs of steam coming out of their mouths and noses. white mist.

Hahaha!
It caused the elders to burst into laughter, but they were very satisfied.

"After all, the world is dominated by young people, and the alliance is ultimately an alliance of the young generation. We are all old. We can rest assured that the young generation is strong and talented, and within a hundred years, our alliance will be even more prosperous! "

"The young generation has indeed produced many good seedlings, Youming Mufeng, Youming Hanyu, Youming City, and Youming Mo'er from the Nether tribe, Lu Shisan, Lu Ba, and Lu Ya'er from the Green tribe, Lin Mubai, Lin Ruoran, and Lin Ruoran from the Lin family. Long Xiaoxue is a first-class genius with unlimited potential in the future!"

As for Long Buqi, the elders did not dare to judge without authorization. Long Buqi's strength and status far surpassed them. The three ancestors were all equal to Long Buqi, and they dared not make mistakes.

"Yeah, I was named and praised by the elder!"

Long Xiaoxue exclaimed in joy.

All the disciples and clansmen laughed dumbfounded. The other disciples who were named would not say anything when they were happy, but only this little girl would.

The elders glanced at Long Buqi with embarrassing expressions. In front of their disciples and clansmen, their identities and strengths were superior. However, compared with Long Buqi, the gap was huge. It is a kind of supreme glory not to be praised, after all, the strength of Long Buqi is already the best in the world!

"Long Xiaoxue is the strongest genius, there is no one who can compare."

Long Buqi was a little strange, being praised by him, but Long Xiaoxue was not happy, as if it was a matter of course.

After thinking about it, he was relieved, after all, he was Long Xiaoxue's elder brother, and the gap between his status and strength was not felt as deeply as others.

Green Baxiang winked at Long Buqi, pointed at himself, the meaning was obvious, he wanted Long Buqi to praise him, and let him show off among the younger generation of disciples.
Long Buqi looked indifferent, "The Green Clan is the best candidate for the next patriarch of the Green Clan, and they are very suitable for Lu Ya'er."

The Green patriarch frowned, staring at Lu Ba with unkind eyes.

He is still thinking about the position of patriarch before he is dead?

If another person said that, he would definitely turn his face.

But the dragon is not a weapon, he can't afford to offend, he can only be counted on the green eight heads.

Green's face turned green, and she wished she could smash the wine jar over.

The Nether tribe cheered and celebrated, but the ancient gods' battlefield hundreds of thousands of miles away was extremely cold. After nightfall, warriors from all walks of life who came here for training dared not enter.

In the deepest part, Lord Baizi lacked the majesty of a superior, like a bereaved dog, bowed to a big mountain, with a sad expression, "The Heavenly Demon Sect, the Lin Family, the Nether Race and the Green Race have joined forces to destroy my sect, please come out!"

boom!
A huge figure on the top of the mountain suddenly stood up, exuding a cold divine power, with killing intent everywhere, "Why didn't you come and report earlier?"

Venerable Master Bai Zi turned pale and trembled.

"Shangshen was too seriously injured in the God War era, and his retreat resumed, and his subordinates did not dare to interrupt at will. The alliance army came too suddenly, and it was too late to report, and it was already wiped out!"

He didn't dare to tell the truth, he thought that he could stop the alliance army with the Sacred Religion Artifact, but he couldn't stop it at all.
There has never been a Martial God in the Martial Saint Continent. This God of Misfortune came from the God Realm. He was seriously injured in the God War era and has been retreating in seclusion.

(End of this chapter)