Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

"Lunar star, town!"

Seeing that the patriarch of the saint clan was about to be unable to hold on anymore, Bai Ze's eyes were blazing with divine light, and with a wave of his right hand, the huge and boundless Tai Yin Star, carrying infinite power, suppressed it.

As the core formation eye, the power of the lunar star is at least a hundred times that of the ordinary main star, and it is extremely terrifying.

The world fell for it!
The southern Daozhou sank because of this!

Fortunately, [-]% of the remaining prestige of the Lunar Star was blocked by the Zhou Tian Xingdou formation. If not, the entire Ninth Heaven would probably be destroyed.

"Can't stop it!"

Looking at the lunar star below the town, a trace of fear flashed across the cracked face of the ancestor of the saint clan.

He didn't dare to stay, and tried his best to use his body skills, leaving behind countless phantoms, trying to avoid this fatal blow.

However, the surrounding void has been blocked by the Zhou Tian Xingdou formation, and even if he sacrifices the primordial purple energy, he cannot break through it.

The prestige of the Four Great Killing Arrays is no joke.

"No!"

In the end, amidst a desperate scream, the ancestor of the saint clan was hit by the Taiyin star, his body was torn apart, blood spattered, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul trembling.

"town!"

At this time, the Heavenly Creation Brush in the distance was also suppressed by the Eastern Emperor Bell.

"Patriarch of the Holy Race, you lost!"

"The worst decision you made in this life is to betray me and the demon clan!"

With the Eastern Emperor Bell on Ditian's head and hands on his back, he walked step by step towards the remnant soul of the ancestor of the saint clan. Every step he took, the void would tremble, and all dharmas would prostrate.

All around him, the Golden Crow Divine Fire was brilliant, and the emperor was majestic, as if he was the ruler of the heaven and the earth.

The resonant emperor's voice shook the void, like a god in charge of the criminal law, convicting the ancestors of the holy clan.

This crime!

For betrayal!
The saints betrayed the monsters, they should be punished!
"Di Tian, ​​don't be hypocritical here. Even if the saints don't betray you, do you dare to swear with your Dao heart that you won't attack the saints?"

The remnant soul of the ancestor of the holy clan sneered and said sarcastically.

To this, Ditian didn't answer, because what the ancestor of the saint clan said was the truth, no matter whether the saint clan betrayed or not, even if he became a dog of the monster clan, he would not let it go.

He is bound to win the majestic purple energy.

And the patriarch of the holy clan who has the hope of proving the way, he will kill them too!
"farewell!"

Ditian shook his head and smiled, put his hand on the remnant soul of the ancestor of the saint clan, and wiped it off directly with a little force.

Flipping his right hand, the primordial purple energy appeared in the palm of his hand.

Distribute endless power.

This is the end.

Another quasi-sage fell.

The sky and the earth roared, and the blood clouds that slowly dissipated piled up again, the wind howled, the thunder burst, and a blood rain fell.

The blood-colored rain fell on the sky and the earth, staining everything red.

The ground is red.

The tree is red.

Countless principles and laws also turned red.

"As soon as the calamity began, two quasi-sages fell. It seems that we have to take action!"

In the Taoist world, on a certain green mountain, the Taoist muttered to himself with a particularly heavy heart as he watched two consecutive blood rains fall in the same day.

He didn't want to lose his life because of the primordial purple energy.

Then, his body faded and disappeared.

At the same time, the figure of Lord Buddha also quietly disappeared.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

In the sky of Daozhou in the south, Bai Ze withdrew Zhou Tian's star formation, walked in front of Di Tian, ​​and bowed his hands in salute.

"Please get up!"

Di Tian helped Bai Ze up gratefully, and said with a smile, "I was able to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi thanks to the great help of the Demon Saint. I hereby promise that I will find one for you after the Primal Purple Qi is fused!"

Hearing this, Bai Ze also showed a smile.

Hongmeng Ziqi, who wouldn't want to get it?
In the following time, Di Tian and Bai Ze commanded the powerful demon clan to slaughter the holy clan, blood was scattered, the holy city was stained red, and turned into a city of blood.

It is no exaggeration to say that [-]% of the red in Daozhou in the south comes from the rain, and [-]% comes from the blood of the holy clan.

That rain!

that blood!

Together, it tells the decline of a group.

Boom!

Finally, with a roar, the holy city that had been floating in the sky for hundreds of millions of years was knocked down and reduced to ruins.

From then on, the saint race ranked No. 3 in the heavens and worlds will forever become the smoke and dust of history.

The news is out.

The world was shocked, Zhu Qiang paled.

On the ground of Daozhou in the south, the quaint existence is shrouded in dead silence.

In the ancient courtyard, the top leaders of the Zhan clan gathered together, and everyone's faces were full of gloom, with unresolved sorrow hanging on their faces.

"Everyone, the ancestor has fallen, we should think about retreating!"

The patriarch of the Zhan clan sat in the first place, looked around, and said in a heavy tone.

For several epochs, the southern Daozhou has been the territory of the Saints and the Zhanzu. Now that the Saints have been wiped out, and the Zhanzu has lost their immortal masters, it won't be long before the southern Daozhou will become a place of war.

And the Zhan clan will become a thorn in the side of others, a thorn in the flesh!
The hall was silent.

All the elders lowered their heads.

"If you order, tell me!"

After waiting for a while, the Zhan Clan patriarch looked at a young man and asked.

"Patriarch, elders, I suggest that the entire clan migrate and join the Great Qin Dynasty!"

Zhan Ruling sat on the chair with his fingers crossed, his black hair hanging down his waist, and a ray of wisdom flashed in his deep eyes.

"No!"

An elder sitting next to him stood up like his butt was on fire, and said, "The foundation of the ancestors must not be abandoned, and the honor of the Zhan clan must not be lost!"

"I would rather die than join the Great Qin and surrender to the human race!"

The tone was firm and full of determination.

"That's right!"

"We Zhan clan, there are four immortal emperors, and hundreds of millions of people, we can still fight, dare to fight!"

"Ru Ling, the price of family migration is really too high!"

Many elders stood up, their eyes widened, and they held firm opposition attitudes.

Vigorous fighting intentions erupted from their bodies, stirring up the sky and clouds, and fought fiercely for nine days and ten places.

War clan!

Have your own pride!

"Elders, we don't think about ourselves, we have to think about the entire ethnic group. Compared with the severance of the clan, are the inheritance and honor of the ancestors so important?"

After all the elders were quiet, Zhan Ruling said softly.

As soon as these words came out, the mouths of many elders opened slightly, as if they had something to say, but they stopped.

"Elders, I will ask three more questions. If there is a solution, we don't need to move the clan!"

"First, during the Daoist calamity period, can the war clan avoid the troubled times?"

"Secondly, can the Zhan Clan resist the Clan that should be robbed?"

"Third, can the Zhanzu defeat the Yaozu?"

Zhan Ruling took a deep breath and continued to ask.

Faced with these three questions, no one in the hall could answer them. Everyone knew that if the Zhan clan continued to stay in the southern Daozhou, there was only one dead end.

"Patriarch, it's up to you to make a decision!"

After waiting for a while, Zhan Ruling stood up, bent slightly, and said to the Zhan Clan patriarch.

"Ru Ling, will Daqin Mingchao accept us?"

The patriarch of the Zhan clan was still a little worried, and asked in a deep voice.

"Please don't worry, Patriarch, I have already contacted you!"

Zhan Ruling nodded and replied.

"Since this is the case, then as you said, all the Zhan Clan will move to the Great Qin Ming Dynasty!"

The patriarch of the Zhan clan said in a deep voice.

After giving the order, he slumped on the chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if a short sentence exhausted all his strength.