Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1264 The world is like a refining furnace, the only way out is to fight!

The blood rain covered the entire prehistoric continent. The phenomenon caused by hundreds of saints falling in an hour had affected the entire prehistoric continent. Because of the high latitude at this time, saints were falling one after another.

Boom boom boom boom
The sound of countless stars colliding and annihilating echoed in high latitudes. Wu Jie roared and blew a First Saint of an unknown race into powder. Immediately, three more First Saints came up and continued to besiege Wu Jie.

But these beginner saints didn't dare to really take action. They just pretended to besiege Wu Jie. If there weren't a more powerful innate saint supervising them from behind, they would have run as far as they could!

monster!

This Wu Ming is a monster. Killing a beginner saint is like killing a chicken. A high saint will fall after fighting with him for a long time. This is not a risk of falling, but a certainty of falling. It is a complete death without even a slag left, and there is no chance to sleep until the end of the multiverse! The strength of the saints of all races has been materialized at this moment, that is, how long they dare to persist in front of Wu Jie.

The innate saints behind them were all very cowardly and were unwilling to take the lead. They had to use these beginner saints as cannon fodder to consume the opponent's energy.

But what can they do? They have no way, because this consumption order was not issued by a single innate saint, but by all the innate saints together. Unless the Second Emperor of Dongtian came, no one could refute this order!
Go up and fight, if you are lucky you can survive, if you don’t go you will die immediately!

Wu Jie was already blood-thirsty, and in his perception, only an hour had passed since he entered the high latitudes. However, if calculated according to Cthulhu's prices, he would have at least a C-level authority now!

The consumption of the light of the mind is extremely high, but Wu Jie discovered that the light of the mind that he had abandoned for a long time was actually rising again. It can be said that the output of this battle was all due to the light of the mind. Energy, skills, and even miracle authority were of no use. Only the light of the mind had the highest output.

And Wu Jie also had a feeling at this time: innateness is the limit of life advancement. If you want to go further, you must return to the truly extraordinary beginning, the original symbol of origin - the light of the soul.

The light of the mind will begin to lag behind the version after advancing to the holy level, but if it reaches the innate level, the light of the mind will return to the status of the child of the version.

Zheng Zha’s situation is somewhat similar to Wu Jie’s, but there are more differences.

The similarity is that Zheng Zha and Wu Jie both treat the beginner saints like dogs and can easily kill the advanced saints in a one-on-one match. The difference is that Wu Jie uses the light of the soul to deal damage, while Zheng Zha's light of the soul is auxiliary, and the damage is the fist.

The high saints of all races had never seen such a monster before. Its two fists directly struck into the higher dimensions, shattering the holy position and holy way.

The Saints of Ten Thousand Races had no experience in fighting against high-level Saints. They were extremely inexperienced in actual combat after advancing to Sainthood. The Saints of the Primordial Era died too early. The few Saints who survived did so by doing everything they could to avoid the Saints’ pursuit and advance quickly before advancing to Sainthood. How could they possibly fight Sainthood?

Generally speaking, the death of a junior saint would cause three days and three nights of blood rain. During this period, no less than a hundred saints died, including several senior saints.

The blood rain at this time can only be described as pouring. In the blood rain, the human army has begun to advance frantically. In the central army tent, Wu Ming made his final speech. "The pollution curse of the silver land only affects the myriad races. We can push forward at the fastest speed."

"Attack! Forward! Go!"

"Speed ​​up the progress of the Silver Land at all costs!"

Wu Ming summoned his troops and ordered the human army to advance immediately into the depths of the silver land. In order to speed up the advancement, Wu Ming even relaxed the quota control and resurrection restrictions on the foot men, just to meet the requirements put forward by Chu Xuan.

——Fight, fight at all costs.

But it was obvious that this plan was unanimously opposed by the three wise men.

"Which bastard gave you this stupid idea? You hired those guys who caused a big fuss in the high latitude, didn't you? He is trying to trick you. Can't you see that he wants you dead? Wu Ming, you are a fool—(silenced)"

Amor learned from several saints in Wu Ming's camp that the high dimension was about to be overturned by two humans. The key point is that one of the two humans is his mother Wu Ming! Now Amor didn't know what the person who gave Wu Ming the idea was trying to do. He was going to burn his boats!
Do not!
It is good to burn your boats. At least you can bring some food and make preparations. At least you can reach the shore!
The boat was still floating on the river when it was sunk to the bottom!
Amor's roar made everyone in the tent frown slightly. Amor was not as respectful to Wu Ming as Ziya and Zheng Shaoyan were. Or it could be said that Amor was the only person in this place who did not respect Wu Ming.

Zi Ya's face was actually livid. This plan couldn't be called a plan at all. It was a gamble, and it was an ultimate gamble where one would risk his life! Zi Ya couldn't understand what kind of madman could come up with such a plan!
"Okay, brother is the lord. Since brother has made the decision, we should follow him." The handsome man in a five-colored robe was also worried and dissatisfied with the crazy situation at the moment, but he still stood up and said, "I have sent a message to the four knights to mobilize the army to rush directly to the Silver Land. With the help of the footmen under brother's command, our progress will be faster. Although time is a bit tight, but..."

"Is it enough? How much faster can it be? They went to attract the attention of the Saints, especially by finding a powerful substitute to make everyone mistakenly believe that you went crazy after your strength increased dramatically. Yes, this can certainly attract the attention of all the Saints of the Ten Thousand Races, but then what? Can that power-up help you kill all the Saints of the Ten Thousand Races? If that were the case, why would we go to Mount Buzhou? Can't we just kill all the races and be done with it? What on earth are you thinking? Huh? You don't need our three wise men, but you have to find a bastard who doesn't take your life seriously to give you advice!"

"Yes! I'm just a big fool--(silent)!" Wu Ming, with bloodshot eyes and tears in them, stood up. The sense of oppression on his body instantly increased. Even the handsome man in the five-colored robe had a blank mind for a moment. "I can't stand it! I can't stand you taking other humans and handing them over to the myriad races. I just can't stand those beasts using our lives to pave the way to Mount Buzhou!"

"Amor, do you still remember how many of us died during the time when we fought the Giant God? At that time, you and Ziya helped me to give in without my knowledge. I know you did it for my own good, and I did get the Giant God with your help. You keep saying that giving in is for the greater good, but after giving in once, are you going to give in a second or third time?!!"

"Give, give ...

"I am a hot-blooded idiot, but even an idiot understands one thing! A truth that you smart people can't understand - the more you tolerate, the weaker you become!"

"The world is like a refining pit. Only [fighting] is the only solution!"

(End of this chapter)