Martial arts become gods

Chapter 538 Obliteration
The face of the Prophet remained the same, looking at those menacing human warriors, he seemed to have returned to the day when he was slaughtered bloodily.

Finally, he glanced at Mo Xian and nodded.

"Sure enough, do you still want to do that?"

Mo Xian's heart sank. Once he did this today, there might be no room for redemption, and there would even be no place for him to stand.

However, things seem to have no room for redemption.

"Warriors of the tribe, fight for your homeland." The prophet raised the scepter in his hand, and a halo spread from it, covering all the warriors of the tribe.

Then, the totems on everyone's bodies lit up.

"kill!"

All the warriors of the tribe rushed out, and the battle started again.

It seems that some kind of mysterious power has been activated, and the power of all tribal warriors is doubled.

They fought and retreated, gradually retreating under the statue.

Mo Xian stood beside the statue, cut off one of his palms, and covered the statue.

A strange feeling rushed into Mo Xian's heart immediately, and a strange energy fluctuation gradually spread.

"Boy, don't be stubborn, do you think we have a lineup like this, do you still have a chance to escape, here, it's not Wucheng!" the black-clothed Martial Emperor said.

Mo Xian didn't answer, but desperately poured all his energy into the statue.

On the statue, some cracks slowly appeared, in which, a destructive aura gradually condensed.

Seeing the gradually crumbling statue, all the tribal warriors and prophets gave up their attacks and put their palms on their chests.

They faced the statue with extremely reverent expressions.

"Haven't you forgotten your belief when you are about to die? Today I will destroy your ridiculous belief in front of your face!" The Martial Emperor in black laughed wildly and pointed at the statue.

A strong golden light hit the statue directly, but it disappeared without a sound.

"This...how is it possible?" The Martial Emperor in black froze for a moment, and then, he seemed to sense a breath from the statue that was enough to make him tremble.

Of course, he just thought it was just an illusion. In the face of his powerful strength, everything was at a loss.

"Damn you guys!" Mo Xian yelled violently, and then poured the last trace of vitality in his body into the statue.

"Snapped!"

The statue exploded, and an invisible shock wave swept away, leaving nothing behind.

Most of those martial artists who were aggressive just now were wiped out almost instantly, and nothing was left.

They originally thought that Mo Xian would not kill so many people, but they seemed to be wrong.

Only at this moment did they realize that if they didn't die, they wouldn't die. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The pupils of those people in the sky shrank, they couldn't imagine that Mo Xian could be so ruthless at such a young age.

"Bold madman, dare to kill so many people in front of us." The Martial Emperor in white yelled angrily.

"They should all be killed, and you... too!" Mo Xian's eyes froze suddenly, and then he walked forward slowly, stopping in front of all the tribal warriors.

Seeing this scene, the prophet's cloudy eyes glowed a little crystal, this scene, he is too familiar.

Just like the human being who stopped in front of them when they were massacred, the human being who helped them escape the catastrophe and rebuild their homeland.

And he didn't tell Mo Xian that only humans can activate what that person left behind.

"History is always surprisingly similar!" The prophet muttered to himself, and then knelt down facing the fragments of the statue.

Everything seems to be in order somewhere.

"It's such a big tone, just because you want to kill us, it's ridiculous." Those people in the sky suddenly laughed wildly. Mo Xian, who is not in the realm of Wuling, actually said that he wanted to kill two Martial Emperors and dozens of Martial Kings.

This is simply a fantasy.

"go to hell!"

Mo Xian raised his head suddenly, staring at those people in the sky with his dark eyes, and then pointed out.

Following his finger, his entire arm shrank, and a huge force that did not belong to him surged out following this finger.

At this moment, the whole world began to tremble, and the space became extremely unstable and distorted, and some cracks appeared unexpectedly.

"Damn, what kind of power is this?"

Including the two Martial Emperor Zai, all the warriors showed a look of panic.

At this moment, they were truly terrified and trembling.

Everyone's expressions froze at the last moment, as if time stood still.

Then their figures began to disintegrate and disappeared in an instant.

The space distortions and cracks existed for ten breaths before disappearing, leaving only a piece of pure, absolutely pure.

"Huchihuchi..."

Mo Xian panted violently, borrowing the inexplicable power just now also exhausted his own strength, if Yin Qiantong hadn't supported him, he might have fallen down immediately.

"Devil!"

Looking at the countless strong men who were killed by Mo Xian in an instant, the remaining warriors in the distance finally collapsed and fled in all directions.

However, they may not escape the desert at all.

At this moment, Amu and the others still don't know what happened.

Why are those powerful warriors suddenly wiped out?

The prophet stood up from the ground, and put his old palm on Mo Xian's forehead.

After that, Mo Xian immediately felt his strength return.

"Children, leave!" Know first.

"What about you?" Mo Xian said, he knew that so many warriors were killed this time, including the two Martial Emperors of Xuantianzong and Tianjianzong.

Such a loss is enough to make any sect furious.

And there will be no peace in this desert.

"We will go to the next desert. If you have the power in the future, I hope you can give my children a piece of paradise." Know first.

"If there is such a day, I will definitely let them go out of the desert and return to their homes." Mo Xian said firmly.

"Let's go, let's all go!" The prophet said, sitting in front of the statue.Obviously, he is not ready to leave.

"Prophet, why don't you come with us? Those humans will make a comeback soon." Amu and the others said anxiously.

"I'm old and I can't walk anymore. This piece of yellow sand is my final destination." The prophet said lightly, and immediately touched a complicated imprint with both hands, and closed his eyes.

"prophet!"

The noses of Amu and the others were a little sore. They all knew why the Prophet stayed here. He was waiting here for the benefactor who had saved them.

"Prophet, go!"

At this time, someone discovered the abnormality, the prophet, he had no breath at all.

He knew very well that if he didn't leave, the warriors of these tribes would never leave, so he chose this way to end his life.

Everyone began to cry immediately. The prophet, like the statue, was their spiritual pillar, but now, they are all lost.

It almost broke them immediately.

Amu wiped away his tears, walked in front of everyone and said, "The prophet has gone, and he wants us to live, so we must cheer up."

(End of this chapter)