Invincible God

Chapter 3302 Human race will never fall
Chapter [-] Human race will never fall
Wei Wuyang slowly stood up from his serious injuries, Mo Yuan, Lei Chong and the other monks breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, there was an unspeakable depression. This time, Wei Wuyang almost died, and the formation was almost broken.

In order to repair the formation, Ye Huang obviously suffered serious injuries.

How long has it been?

In less than half a day, they had already reached this level.

This is not a level of combat strength at all. Can they really wait until the battle of Beiyao Xinghe is over?
If this continues, it may only take one day before they will be completely defeated.

Wei Wuyang clutched his chest, his breathing was still a little unsteady, as the leader of the Qilin Legion, he suffered the strongest attack.

Only he can forcibly stop an attack of this level.

"You continue to be stubborn, hahaha, human beings only use their tongues."

Venerable Xuetian continued to guard the sky with the Blood Soul Clan, waiting for the resurrection of the dead monks.

Countless human monks clenched their fists, and they can't wait to rush up to fight the Blood Soul Race.

But they couldn't do it, the difference in strength couldn't be ignored, but at this moment, the Qilin Legion was close to being defeated, once the Qilin Legion was defeated, the formation would be self-defeating.

This is the Qilin Legion. If it is replaced by other legions, I am afraid that they will not be able to hold the line.

"puff!"

Wei Wuyang couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, frantically absorbing the life force given by Ye Fan, and constantly repairing the wounds in his body.

"My clansmen will never fall, not in the chaos of human spirits back then, and still not in the blood and soul catastrophe today."

Wei Wuyang said word by word, and then slowly walked to the front of the crowd: "Come on, bitch."

"court death!"

Venerable Xuetian roared, this time he did not wait for the other monks to be resurrected, but directly launched an attack with all his strength.

The scarlet tide fell again, mighty and mighty, like the thunder of the last days.

The other four major legions launched attacks frantically in an attempt to help the Qilin Legion stop the scarlet tide, but their attacks were so weak at the moment.

Flames cannot burn, ice cannot freeze, and space cannot pass through!

This is the realm of the scarlet spirit, a realm that the human race cannot break through.

With only 70 billion left and almost everyone wounded, the Qilin Legion looked up at the Scarlet Tide.

Everyone has death in their eyes.

Death is not scary, as a human being, he is already ready to die for the inheritance of the human race.

Wei Wuyang slowly raised the long knife in his hand, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his loud singing resounded throughout the Holy City of Demons! !
"God bestowed on our family, the slaughter of living beings, the blood food of other races, the barbarian slaves, sleeping for thousands of years, when will the people wake up, the sword in their hands is boundless, and the iron cavalry under their feet guards my frontier."

Along with the sound of the song, countless monks sang at the same time: "The clansman shrinks and endures, the alien race is rampant day by day, the sword is out of the sheath, the blade is sharp, put away your tears, hold back the pain, don't let the clansmen be fish, don't let the robes be like pigs and sheep , stand up, go up bravely, don’t let the clansmen be trampled on again, don’t let the barbarians wantonly kill!”

boom! !

The endless sword light collided with the scarlet tide again, and the scarlet sea once again submerged the Qilin army, and the singing of the other four major armies stopped abruptly.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the place where the Qilin Legion was. Will they survive this blow?
Endless divine power surged, violent explosions continued, and blood rain stained the earth red, like the heavens weeping.

Tears filled the eyes of every human monk.

Slowly, the scarlet dissipated, and the familiar golden light illuminated everyone's souls.

Then, countless monks from the Qilin Legion forcibly stood up with their swaying bodies, and the loud singing sounded again.

"The soul of the clan can't be bullied, how can the blood be flattened, take my thousand-foot sword, and put on the blood-stained dragon armor."

"No need to be patient, why dare to be rampant, those who bully my people, kill! Those who insult my people, kill! Those who imprison my people, kill! Those who enslave my people, kill! Those who kill my people, kill!!"

All the races sang at the same time, and every monk's soul resonated for it. At this moment, the souls of the human race were roaring, and their endless fighting spirit was reaching the sky.

Every kill is so firm, and there has never been a moment when the human race was so united.

"Cough cough!"

Wei Wuyang spat out two blood, his whole body swayed for a while, he slowly turned around to look at Ye Fan, and then he knelt down on one knee.

"My lord, please turn me into a dao spirit, I am willing to turn into a clan soul and protect the human race!!"

Wei Wuyang said word by word, his eyes were full of firmness.

Suddenly, countless monks in the entire holy city were stunned. Ye Fan transformed many dao spirits in the imperial domain, but there were traitors among those people, and even if they were not traitors, they would have died for endless years.

But Wei Wuyang is different. Wei Wuyang is a person who has truly survived from the age of human spirits. He is a real senior, a senior who is admired by all clansmen.

"Please Emperor Ye turn us into dao spirits, and we are willing to turn into clan souls to protect the human race!!"

The Qilin Legion and the remaining 60 billion monks all knelt on one knee. In the entire light formation, there is no Qilin Legion, only a group of heroes who are willing to die for the human race.

The Blood Soul Clan didn't continue to attack, and the people who died from the previous attack hadn't been fully resurrected, and nearly ten billion monks died when they launched the attack just now.

Nearly 200 billion monks have been lost out of thin air. At this time, it is difficult for them to launch an attack to obtain any significant effect. Instead, the other four legions will once again kill the blood soul monks in a large scale.

Ye Fan looked at Wei Wuyang and countless monks kneeling on one knee, his eyes were full of pain! !

"Brother Wei!!"

Mo Yuan, Lei Chong and other monks knelt down on one knee. They did not stop Wei Wuyang. The war has reached this level. Only by turning the Qilin army into dao spirits can they survive.

If it were them, they would take this path without hesitation.

The human race has reached the moment of life and death, and the meaning of each of their lives is for the prosperity of the tribe.

Bang bang bang!

Around the holy city, 400 billion monks from the four major legions knelt down on one knee. Every monk's eyes were full of tears, but at this moment, no one made a sound. This kind of silent cry is the most shocking thing. .

The four major legions express their respect to all the monks of the Qilin Legion in this way.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth tightly. He could turn the 500 billion monks in the imperial domain into dao spirits, because those people were already dead.

But he couldn't turn all the Qilin Legion into dao spirits.

Here, how many people he knows well.

There were Wei Wuyang, the members of the Lu family rescued by Ye Fan in Beiyao Xinghe, and countless faces Ye Fan was familiar with.

"I beg Ye Huang to help me wait!!"

Six billion monks shouted at the same time, some are old, some are immature, some are in their prime, and some are mediocre.

They used to have many identities, such as the young master of the sect, or a down-and-out casual cultivator, and they used to have many stories, or exorcising demons and defending the way, or killing people like hemp, or being moody.

There are too many people, too many identities, but at this moment, they only have one title, the hero of the human race, the hero who fights for the inheritance of the human race! !

"Blood Soul Race...Blood Soul Race!!"

Ye Fan clasped his hands tightly, his face was flushed, his eyes were full of blood, he looked at the sky fiercely, and his heart was filled with fierce hatred.

"I, Ye Fan, will definitely destroy the Blood Soul Clan in my lifetime! This oath, the heavens can learn from it!!
Ah, ah! ! "

The heart-piercing roar of pain, accompanied by the tragic explosion of the Nine Nether Soul Thunder, centered on the Holy City of Demon Spirits, spread towards the endless distance, sadness, pain and anger blended at this moment.

(End of this chapter)