Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 808
"All the heavens and all races?"

Outside the border of Kyushu, Zhao Yunzhu noticed the battle in the distance, raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickered, and a murderous intent burst out.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and disappeared into the starry sky.

When he reappeared, he was already in the middle of the battlefield, his whole body was filled with gun energy, and he was unparalleled in sharpness.

The nine powerful men from all the heavens and ten thousand races all sensed and turned to look at Zhao Yun.

"Early Golden Immortal?"

"What courage!"

"Humans are always oversatisfied and like to do things that cannot be done!"

The iron arm ape patriarch sneered, his face full of disdain.

He is hundreds of feet tall, like a magnified ape, the only difference is that his arms are slender, as black as black iron, glowing with metallic luster, and contain infinite mighty power.

In his hand, hold a stick!
The stick is long.

The whole body is black, with a touch of scarlet, which is a touch of red rendered with blood as pigment.

Zhao Yun didn't say a word, his expression was neither sad nor happy, he just held his gun tightly and shuttled across the battlefield.

One step down.

Within a thousand feet around the body, all the soldiers of the heavens and all races exploded and died.

That relaxed posture is like taking a stroll in the courtyard.

"court death!"

The patriarch of the iron arm ape was furious, and raised the iron rod in his hand, exuding a tyrannical aura, unparalleled in power, splitting the starry sky above his head and smashing it into countless pieces.

The other eight powerful men from all the heavens and ten thousand races stood on the sidelines and watched, their eyes were cold and tinged with cruelty.

They didn't choose to make a move!

Because in their view, an early-stage Golden Immortal warrior who had just ascended with Xiaoqian World was not at all an opponent of the iron-armed ape patriarch with the peak cultivation of the Golden Immortal.

It only takes one round to end the battle!

Zhao Yun!

Already a dead man!

"Hundred birds. Chaofeng!"

Zhao Yun drank coldly.

The battle spear in his hand pierced out, as fast as lightning and as urgent as a rainstorm. Almost in an instant, countless gunshots formed, piercing the starry sky and covering the entire world.

Every shot of gun energy contains a faint power of Daoism, reaching the limit power of Jinxian peak.

And how many guns are there in front of him?
Endless!

The power generated is naturally unimaginable.

boom!
The starry sky exploded, and the iron arm ape patriarch who charged head-on failed to shatter a blast of gun air, but was pierced through his body by the gun air, leaving dense blood holes.

"This"

"how is this possible?"

His expression was stiff, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he asked in horror, "Who are you? Why are you so powerful?"

He is a veteran Golden Immortal peak warrior. Logically speaking, it should be easy to kill a newly ascended Golden Immortal warrior, but in this confrontation, he was defeated by one move.

This made him realize that the human warrior in front of him is definitely not someone who is waiting for you!

"Great Qin Heavenly Court, Zhao Yun!"

Zhao Yun left a name.

Hearing the words, the patriarch of the iron arm ape shrank his pupils sharply, showing an expression of sudden realization.

It turned out to be the evildoer Tianjiao of the Great Qin Heavenly Court!
No wonder!
The fighting power is so powerful!
"How dare you ascend to the Middle Thousand World?"

"Meeting you, it is my fate to die, but I will wait for you below, that day will never be too far away"

Afterwards, the iron-armed ape roared resentfully, his vitality faded, and he was heading for death.

"Patriarch!"

Witnessing the tragic death of the patriarch, the four Golden Immortals of the Iron-armed Ape tribe roared, their eyes were scarlet, and they launched an attack at the same time.

At this moment, there is only one thought in their minds, and that is revenge!
Cut the hateful human race who killed the patriarch to death.

To comfort the spirit of the patriarch in heaven!
"Let's do it together!"

In the civet army formation, a man in a golden robe with a soft complexion and cat ears spoke indifferently, filled with the power of the golden fairy, and flew towards Zhao Yun.

After hearing the order, the three civet clan powerhouses also launched an attack.

Boom!

Tianli Starfield shook.

The power of the Eight Golden Immortals pierced through the sky and turned into eight beams of light piercing the sky, disrupting the starry sky.

"It's useless!"

Zhao Yun shook his head slightly, his eyes were murderous, and he stabbed again.

boom!
The void in front of him was shattered, and a sharp spear aura emerged, shining silver, like the light that opened up the dark world, like a blow that opened up the world, colliding with the power of the Eight Golden Immortals.

Boom boom boom!
The sound of the explosion was continuous, and the terrible aftermath spread, stirring the starry sky for hundreds of millions of miles.

The aftermath is like a knife!

In this area, countless iron arm ape soldiers and civet clan soldiers were involved in the aftermath. They were as fragile as paper, unable to resist at all, and were torn into countless pieces.

The most miserable one was the Golden Immortal warriors of the two races. Because they were located in the center of the explosion, they received the most violent impact.

Flesh and blood splattered, as if Ling Chi was executed.

Amidst the shrill screams, the eight powerhouses of all heavens and ten thousand races died in endless pain.

After the aftermath dissipated, eight bones of the dead appeared on the battlefield!

As for the corpses of the soldiers of the other two clans, including the bones, they were all wiped out!
On the battlefield, Zhao Yun stood with a gun in his hand, his armor was shiny and undamaged, his black hair fluttered around, his cloak fluttered around, and he carried an indescribable chic.

"Gollum!"

The surviving soldiers of the two races all stared blankly, swallowed wildly, their legs were trembling, and they were extremely frightened.

Patriarch dead?

Elder Jinxian died in battle?

So what do they do?
Can he still defeat that human demon?
In contrast, the disciples of Tianli Sect were in a state of excitement, looking at Zhao Yun frantically, respecting him like a god.

"Sovereign, we seem to be saved!"

An elder said blankly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, as if he was dreaming.

"Yes!"

"saved!"

"The disciples of Tianli Sect obey the order, and the whole army attacks!"

The Heavenly Sovereign roared loudly.

Countless disciples mobilized out, with hatred in their eyes, and killed all the soldiers of the heavens and all races who were in a state of sluggishness.

As for Zhao Yun, seeing that the overall situation was settled, he showed a smile, and his body gradually faded until he disappeared.

When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide your merits and wisdom!
"Amitabha!"

In the mid-thousand world, somewhere on a bloody battlefield, there was a monk wearing cassock, sitting cross-legged, reciting Buddhist scriptures lightly, to save the dead souls.

A line of mysterious sounds, like the warm sun, like the spring breeze, cleanses the dust and purifies grievances.

Above his head, clouds of evil spirits billowed.

The resentment of countless dead human races turned into a wraith, tyrannical and innocent, staring at the monk fiercely.

"Monk, can racial hatred be solved?"

The roaring sound echoed across the starry sky.

This is the obsession of the dead souls of the human race.

The corner of the monk's mouth paused, and the Buddha's voice stopped abruptly. After a long time, he sighed.

He stood up slowly, looked directly at the wraith on his head, revealing the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, shining white light, it turned out to be three skulls.

"Ha ha.!"

"Monks kill too!"

"I understand!"

Wraith was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, once he realized the Tao, everything became clear, clear, and liberated.

Even if the monks kill, they cannot let go of their obsessions.

Let alone the human race?
(End of this chapter)