Heaven sealed my account?I rebuilt against the sky

Chapter 224 Not a single one!
In the dark, everyone in Yunmeng had gathered together.

Except Wanying.

But everyone knew that Wanying was by their side, but they were habitually hiding in the dark.

The masked man was shocked when he saw Ren Jiang appearing.

He has an understanding of the three human race craftsmen, and his understanding is very deep.

It's just that they have never been found in the Dao Domain.

Let the masked man think that the three craftsmen of the human race have long since disappeared in the long river of history.

I didn't expect the heir of the craftsman to show up today.

Moreover, with the strength of one person, the entire Protoss was frightened.

"A bunch of trash!"

Beside the masked man, the strong man Wu Guan cursed.

He really didn't expect that the Gods would be so useless.

According to the plan, at this moment the Protoss should be invading the hinterland of the Human Race, making it difficult for the Human Race monks to worry about it.

After ordinary people suffered a lot of injuries, Yunmeng was born out of nowhere.

Save all peoples from fire and water.

Before the craftsman came out, the three Yuanshen clearly had many opportunities to directly kill Hong Niang, Chen Yanding and Han Yan.

But because of underestimating the enemy and being cautious again and again.

Not only was a lot of divine power wasted, but they were also dragged until the successor of the craftsman appeared.

Fortunately, now, the divine power of the gods has also been consumed, and the consumption is more than that of the demons.

The protoss also killed nearly [-] million gods.

As a result, the more he fought, the harder he went back, and he retreated directly into the divine abyss.

Just a bunch of trash!
The other Yunmeng monks also showed disdain for the protoss.

I really didn’t expect that the God Clan could be so useless.

At least the demons held back the five families in the west, and even wiped out the entire ancient Miao family.

The Protoss did nothing.

The expression of the masked man was covered by the mask, and everyone couldn't tell what the masked man was thinking.

Dead Knife was carrying a big knife, leaning against a boulder boredly.

Suddenly he asked: "Leader, looking at it like this, the gods can't count on it, and the demons can't make any progress. The half of the demons are about to be wiped out."

"It won't take long for the human race to get out of the quagmire of the battlefield and start a counterattack."

"What should we do?"

Si Dao's words touched everyone's hearts.

The plan has been disrupted, and it is impossible for them to have the opportunity to save the world, to save the human race, and to spread their beliefs.

Now that all the forces of the human race are being held back, there is still a chance to admit a large number of ordinary people into their world.

If we had waited a little longer for the human monks from the demon clan to get out, such an opportunity would never come again.

The masked man looked at the vast Dao Domain, and said softly: "No hurry, just wait."

Ok?
The words of the masked man surprised all the members of Yunmeng.

Could it be that the three races of gods, monsters, and monsters have something behind them?
Death Knife looked at the three battlefields even more suspiciously.

It shouldn't be, the four races of gods, demons, humans and demons are all on the chessboard.

Only they, the Yunmeng, jumped out of the chessboard, waiting for a wave of harvest.

Besides them, who else?

……

But at this time, on the Yaozu battlefield, the sky is filled with sword light.

Chen Xunli broke the mirror again and became a monk in the period of the Holy Queen.

A long knife cut off all the monsters in front of him.

The demon clan that was killed was frightened!
Without Demon Emperor Dimu, the demon clan is like a leaderless bunch, a mess.

The other major demon emperors are fighting on their own, trying to preserve as much strength as possible of their own group.

In the depths of the demon clan.

Demon Emperor Wen Lin sat in front of the stone table, holding a glass of wine.

In front of him, Demon Emperor Dimu sat there without saying a word.

Demon Emperor Wenlin had a headache: "If you don't go, you won't go. Why are you still angry? The core demon clan in your group has all been taken back. The remaining wastes can die."

Hearing the words, Demon Emperor Di Mu glared at Demon Emperor Wen Lin: "The one who died was not a demon from your clan, of course you said it lightly."

"Thousands of monster tribes were all buried in this battle, and you can sit still."

Hearing this, the Demon Emperor Wenlin shook his head, sighed softly, and put the wine glass on the table.

Said: "Soon you will know that there will be drastic changes in the world, and the sacrifice of the Yaozu is inevitable. Otherwise, it is still unknown whether the Yaozu can survive the subsequent turmoil."

"Compared to the entire demon clan, the sacrifices of thousands of tribes are nothing."

"As long as the roots are still there, the Yaozu will have a chance to make a comeback."

Demon Emperor Di Mu looked at Demon Emperor Wen Lin, fixed his eyes on him, and said, "Wen Lin, I hope what you said is true."

The Demon Emperor Wenlin picked up his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

despair!
The wine glass was placed on the table, and the demon emperor Wenlin got up, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked towards the monster battlefield.

"If it's not true, I'll go find the Demon Ancestor with you."

Demon Emperor Dimu's eyes lit up. With these words, he was relieved.

Even if Yaozu lied to them, at least the two of them can represent the entire Yaozu, even if they are not strong enough, they have to ask Yaozu for an explanation.

……

Of the three battlefields, the human-god battlefield is the calmest.

Because of the existence of the descendants of human craftsmen, the gods did not even dare to step out of the divine abyss and stayed at home.

The battlefield between humans and demons is the most brutal.

The monks and demons from the five families in the west and the various monastic forces under their jurisdiction fought against each other in the formation they had prepared in advance.

Despite the help of the formation, there were too many demons.

A monk basically has to deal with hundreds of demons of the same level within the formation at the same time.

If it weren't for the help of the formation, the five families in the west would not be able to stop the demon army at all.

The five Shimos were held back by Wen Qingyun alone.

But after all, there was only one person, and it was very difficult for Wen Qingyun to hold on.

But none of the humans here gave up.

They are very aware of the current situation.

The gods did not dare to move, half of the demon clan participating in the battle had almost been killed by the monks over there.

Just hold on for a while longer, and wait for the monks from the Yaozu battlefield to get out.

It will be much easier here.

The reason why he is so sure is that Xuanli will not go to the battlefield of the Gods, but will come to the side of the Demons.

It was also because Xuanli had already sent words to Duanmu Linghui.

The protoss is watched by artisans. Judging from the current performance of the protoss, they will not and dare not do it for the time being.

What's more, it's not too late to transfer people over after doing it.

As far as the cultivation level of the craftsman's handed down is, it already means that no matter what backhand the Protoss has, they can't kill him in an instant.

In the next moment, the emperor-level monks on the human side can resist the battlefield.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to solve the monster race, and then support the human monks on the demon race side.

……

Time passed minute by minute.

On the Yaozu battlefield, there are less than a million Yaozu left.

The blood gathered into a galloping river, which flowed directly into the border battlefield.

The entire frontier battlefield was dyed red by the blood of the monster race, turning into a terrifying river of blood.

The rich blood even dyed the sky above the border battlefield red.

Among the million demon clans, there are more than 70 demon emperors.

They all stared angrily, red-eyed.

The human race has never thought about holding back or reconciling. Ever since they started taking action, the human race has only had killing in its eyes.

Especially the man who is good at using the long knife.

Constantly breaking the mirror in battles, and always challenging high realms with low realms.

He had just broken through to the realm of the Holy Emperor, and now he was already killing them, the Demon Emperor.

Together with this human monk, there are also a group of emperor monks among the human race.

These demon emperors have no chance.

Xuanli looked at the surviving monster clan indifferently, and gave the final order mercilessly.

"Not a single one!"

(End of this chapter)