The Sword of Six Doors Points at the Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 1152 Sky City!

"'Artulu'? The war between us has been fought for decades, aren't you tired?"

In the crazy collision, the distance between Yan Qi and 'Artulu' was only a few centimeters.Yan Qi questioned 'Atulu'.

But at this time, 'Atulu' laughed loudly and said: "Yan Qi? If you were to be driven to the dry land west of Wangtianya where there is little rain and no grass grows, you would resist, right?

We are gods, and as gods, we cannot be defeated by mere human beings.All human beings deserve to die, you are all God's slaves! "

'Atulu' roared furiously, but at this moment Yan Qi remembered some fragments of history that she knew.

It is said that the divine descendants were indeed the rulers of the Central Plains back then.They live in a very high, very high city in the sky.

They overlook all beings and drive humans as slaves.Build palaces for them, build wonders.

Human beings were turned into three kinds of slaves by them.The superior efforts are called managers, that is, those who serve the gods.They have some privileges and can talk to the gods.

The middle slaves are the actual managers.They are like devouring wild beasts of the same race, oppressing human beings who are also slaves.

And the most miserable ones are the lowest-class slaves. They work all day long, but they can only eat three meals a day. Not only do they have to create miracles for God, but they also have to support the middle-class slaves and the upper-class slaves for their enjoyment.

But 1 years ago, a slave finally understood one thing, why are some people born noble, and why some people are born lowly?

He put forward the theory that princes, generals and generals should have different species, and led people who were also slaves to overthrow the rule of upper-class slaves and middle-class slaves.

But it all changed when he got the rights, because he became a master slave.He can talk to the gods.

God told him that you are now successful, your children and grandchildren can enjoy the support of those low-level slaves, and you will have endless glory and wealth.

So, one template after another was staged.

Slaves continue to rebel, and slaves continue to become new superior slaves.But the divine right is still there.God is always mocking these slaves.Because they only pay attention to their own theocracy, how can they care how many slaves died?

Because a slave is a slave, and the essence of a slave will not change.As long as they, who are descended from the gods, give the upper-class slaves a little bit of privilege, they will centrally become the servants of the gods.

So it went round and round like this until the arrival of the era of warriors.

When creating various martial arts skills at that time, it was only to improve the work efficiency of the slaves, just like the ape-man created martial arts just to improve the source of food.

But I didn't want to, but it became an unimaginable nightmare for the gods.The superior slaves gained this power, and their ambitions swelled. They designed to poison the food provided by the god-descendants, killed almost all the god-descendants overnight, and occupied the city of the sky.

The city of Tiangong fell so far, and only a very small number of people from the god-descended clan fled to the border.

But the pursuit of human beings is still going on, and those in power have been fearing the revenge of the gods, and they have greatly increased the value of the existence of martial arts practitioners.

So a feudal country headed by great slaves was born.

On the one hand, he gave the slaves a new title of common people, on the other hand, he formed an army to protect his kingship and suppress the rebels.

So the God-descendant race naturally has no time to return to their peak.

Until the former dynasty of the previous dynasty, the descendant of the gods grew stronger again and launched a war again.In the end, he got burned and was driven to the barren land west of Wangwangtianya.

There are thousands of miles of desolate land, hot weather, and food shortages.And if the descendants of the gods were not born with the ability to fly, I am afraid that the entire ethnic group would have perished long ago.

Therefore, since the altar fell to the bottom all of a sudden, how could the descendant of the gods forget this hatred.

Therefore, for thousands of years, there have been many big battles and small battles. Up to today, there have been [-] battles.

But today is the last battle of Yan Jiajun, that's why Yan Qi said so much.

But seeing the attitude of 'Artulu', Yan Qi knew that it would be useless to talk too much, and the war between the god-descendant race and the human race would not stop for a day unless one side died.

Ding Ding!

clang!clang!
And since there is no way to compromise, the two of them will stand together to the end.

Both of them use spears, and they both know each other's tricks.Because it has been fighting for decades, I am afraid that the number of hairs on the opponent's body can be clearly counted.

So the two fought for thousands of moves, but there was still no winner.

Wang Tianya, who was in the same place, was still fighting, and the roars of the descendants of the gods intertwined with those of Yan Jiajun.

Yan Qi witnessed this battle, it was probably the most brutal battle in several months.

He frowned slightly, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, and thought: Could it be that my Yan family army can't fight this one hundred thousandth battle?
However, at this time, the 'Artulu' laughed loudly and said: "Yan Qi, you are considered a character, you have been able to fight with me for so many years. However, today's battle may be your last battle .”

"Attacking Wangtianya, you and I have fought tens of thousands of times. Do you think I will believe you when you say such big words?" Yan Qi asked back.

"Huh, believe it or not, I believe it anyway. Today I'll show you the move I just practiced. You can't catch this move."'Artulu' shook his spear in the air, Yin Yin Hong's blood energy formed a series of bloody lines, like a spell, gradually covered the whole body of 'Artulu'.

Yan Qi frowned, because he had never seen this move of 'Artulu'.And I don't know what the bloody spell is.

He stands ready with spear in hand.All the silver zhenqi was poured into the spear in his hand.

Although, he didn't know what the trick of 'Artulu' was.But he had a very bad premonition.

'Artulu' is burning his own energy and blood, gathering this blow, I am afraid that this spear, even if it is himself, it will be difficult to block it.

However, he had to block it, because Yan Qi was the only one who could block the blow of 'Artulu' in Wangtianya.

"Ah! Ah!"

At the same time, 'Artulu' made a roaring sound, and the blood-colored lines continued to skyrocket, not only covering his whole body, but also the strange lines on the white wings.

"Yan Qi, you are a hero, I won't let you die so ugly today! Go to hell!"

At the moment when his blood was soaring, 'Artulu' stabbed out the spear in his hand.

That bloody spear, as if it had crossed the long river of time, came to Yan Qi in an instant.

Yan Qi waited for the battle, but when she saw the spear that was also covered with bloody patterns stabbing towards her, she also stabbed her own spear out, facing the opponent with a needle point against the wheat awn.
(End of this chapter)