Invincible God

Chapter 3306 Cruel Choice

Chapter [-] Cruel Choice

The comrades around died in such a tragic way, how could they remain indifferent.

"Clan, how can you cry!! I am Mo Yuan, remember, hahaha, I am Mo Yuan, protecting the clan after death is my greatest honor."

Mo Yuan looked at all the crying humans and said loudly.

Then, he slowly raised his head, and looked at the scarlet sky and the endless Nine Nether Soul Thunder with his hands behind his back.

Closing his eyes, his whole life flashed through his mind quickly.

"Yuan'er, you are the descendant of Sword God Mountain, you are the future leader of the human race, death is not terrible, what is terrible is cowardice."

"The members of the Mo family practice for the rise of the human race. The Mo family can perish, but the human race cannot be destroyed."

I, Mo Yuan, was a human race all my life, and turned into the soul of the clan after death. My ancestors and ancestors, Yuan'er, died a worthy death! !
Slowly, Mo Yuan slowly opened his eyes and looked down, Mo Qingyan stood obediently behind him.

It's just that Mo Qingyan's beautiful eyes were already soaked with tears, but she forcibly held back, she was afraid of being seen by Ye Fan, and she was afraid of Ye Fan being sad.

She reluctantly looked at Ye Fan in the eyes of the unicorn formation, her face full of pain.

"Qing Yan..."

With a soft cry, Mo Qingyan broke the embankment in an instant.

She suddenly raised her head to look at the kind Mo Yuan, then threw herself into Mo Yuan's arms, crying bitterly: "Father, I, I really miss him, I really miss him!"

The Nine Nether Thunders cut off all voices, and among the White Tiger Legion, countless monks looked at their homeland with nostalgia for the last time, and calmly welcomed the baptism of the Nine Nether Soul Thunders.

Boom boom boom!
The scarlet tide fell, and in an instant, the ultimate golden light pierced through the rich scarlet, and the monks of the White Tiger Legion rushed out of the desperate scarlet, just like the Qilin Legion, lifeless.

Mo Yuan, Nie Jingtian and others were familiar faces to Ye Fan.

There is also his beloved woman in it.

Mo Qingyan's empty eyes pierced Ye Fan's heart one after another.

Ye Fan spit out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and tightly covered his heart with his left hand, it was very painful there.

There is no end to anger, no end to grief, no matter how strong the Tao heart is, there will always be a day when it is broken, no matter how ruthless a person is, there will always be a moment of tears.

The human race is crazy, and the spirit of chaos is also crazy. The battle has been fought to such an extent that it can no longer be described as tragic.

How many people will die, perhaps, everyone will die.

How to win?
At this moment, no one knows that they have no hope of winning, but the race can be exterminated, and the soul of the clan will never fall.

The dark and overgrown spirits were beaten back again, and wave after wave of death-going spirits exploded.

"Human race, the great spirit of chaos has to admit that you are the strongest race I have ever seen."

For the first time, Venerable Xuetian looked at the human race without caring about the eyes of ants.

"However, no matter how hard you struggle, it doesn't make any sense. This is a war of established facts. You still have three legions. How long can you last?

Three hours, one legion, it only takes nine hours, and your human race will be completely wiped out. "

Venerable Xuetian said bluntly.

"Next, which legion should I find?"

Venerable Xuetian laughed suddenly, as if he was pointing at the legions of the murderous tribes. Whichever legion he points to, that legion will face destruction.

This is because of Ye Fan's large formation, otherwise, the human race would lose even more.

The strongest army of the Chaos Spirit has more people than the human race, and its strength is not inferior to the human race. There is also a Taixu strong man and such a huge scarlet core.

This is a battle of unequal strength.

Saying that, Venerable Xuetian stretched out his right hand and slowly moved over the three major armies of Qinglong, Xuanwu and Suzaku.

The anger burned almost all the monks. At this moment, they were extremely eager to break out of the formation and fight to the death with the Blood Soul Clan.

"Emperor Ye, Suzaku Legion is petitioning to turn us into dao spirits!!"

Luo Fengwu walked out directly and looked at Ye Fandao seriously.

"The Suzaku Legion is petitioning, we are willing to become dao spirits and protect the last bloodline of the human race!!"

Tens of billions of monks knelt down at the same time, and everyone's faces were firm.

Although Venerable Xuetian's actions hurt everyone so much, there is one thing that no one can deny.

When the dead spirit of life is resurrected again and the opponent organizes an attack again, the other three legions cannot compete at all.

After three hours, only nearly half of the monks left will continue to collectively become dao spirits, or now tens of billion monks will directly become the body of dao spirits.

The threat posed by more than 50 billion dao spirits to the chaotic spirit is far less than the threat posed by tens of billion dao spirits.

Either, the spirits of life will repeat their tricks one after another to destroy the human legion, or someone must be sacrificed to preserve the last blood of the human race.

If two of the remaining three legions become dao spirits intact, there will be 200 billion more dao spirits out of thin air.

With 200 billion dao spirits joining the battlefield, the wild spirits above must use at least 600 billion heavy armored scarlet to hold back a total of 320 billion dao spirits in the human race. This statistic is not false. Enough to eat a pot for the rotten spirit at the moment.

Of the remaining 400 billion wild spirits, 200 billion are heavy armored scarlets, and 200 billion are just ordinary blood souls. These 400 billion cannot cause too much impact on the last legion in the formation in a short period of time.

The last legion, the tens of billions of humans, is the last hope of the human race. If they survive the catastrophe, they will be the last cultivation civilization of the human race.

The gods cannot die, otherwise, the gods and mortals who took refuge in Ye Fan's Heavenly Emperor Realm will break the inheritance of the gods. It is too difficult for Ye Fan to lead countless human races on the road of gods alone. Moreover, if Ye Fan can survive in the end Come down, every monk here hopes that Ye Fan can board the most holy road.

Human Sovereign has already paid too much for them, they don't want the catastrophe to be won in the end, and Ye Huang will still preach in the Heavenly Cang Realm for endless years.

As early as the beginning of the catastrophe, Wei Wuyang gave Ye Fan all the magical treasures containing mortals and immortals, because if Ye Fan died in the end, it would also mean that the Celestial World was completely defeated.

And after Ye Fan's death, the Heavenly Emperor Realm will become an independent world exiled in the endless void, and they are the seeds of the human race and divine beasts in the Celestial Celestial Realm.

In front of the human race is a choice, to sacrifice 200 billion to keep the last 100 billion fire.

Or hold on and wait for a miracle, maybe Beiyao Xinghe's reinforcements will arrive before the next legion falls, so that the three legions can be kept.

Or, the reinforcements could not come, and all three legions became dao spirits. In the end, Ye Fan's saint yuan could no longer support all the dao spirits, maintain the entire formation, the catastrophe ended, and everything became nothingness.

But a miracle...

Where did the miracle come from, even if all the remaining 400 billion demon spirits in Beiyao Xinghe were sacrificed to take over the ancestor spirits, even if they wiped out all the wild spirits in Beiyao Xinghe now.

It is impossible for reinforcements to arrive here in one day.

The most liberated is only Ye Fan's incarnation outside his body, and Ye Fan's body simply doesn't have more power to transfer the Dao Ling of Beiyao Xinghe here in large numbers.

The battlefield here still has no chance of winning.

Now, Luo Fengwu has made a choice for Ye Fan.

(End of this chapter)