Saiyan's Journey To Another World

"You brought out the Holy Soldiers!" the head of the Wild Lion Clan said in shock.

Saint soldiers are the soldiers of saints, and they are usually sharp weapons for suppressing backgrounds in big clans.

It is difficult for ordinary people to meet each other, let alone take holy soldiers to go out.

Therefore, he never expected that the patriarch of the crocodile clan would be so crazy and move the holy soldiers out of the clan!

"Hmph, holy soldier, I have always carried it with me." The patriarch of the crocodile clan said lightly.

Last time, if Holy Master Ziyan hadn't brought the emperor's soldiers to intimidate him, he would have dared to take out the holy soldiers, strike the holy strike, and start a war!

Not only that, but at that time, some of the patriarchs with deep background also carried holy weapons with them. The Lord Ziyan probably expected this, so he took the risk and sacrificed his own emperor soldiers to deter the group of monsters.

The patriarch of the crocodile clan is in charge of the holy weapon, and mana is poured into it.

The Holy Soldier suddenly burst into brilliant brilliance, as if an ancient saint had revived inside the Holy Soldier!

The power of destroying the world is brewing, aiming at Lin Daoshan and the human monks at the foot!

"Lin Daoshan, let's see how you break the circle this time!"

With the holy soldier in hand, I have the world!

He was crushed and beaten by Lin Daoshan's God of War before, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

At this moment, he is high-spirited and arrogant, and wherever the holy soldier points, it is all scum that disappears between talking and laughing!

Lin Daoshan's face was ugly, and the void he was in was like a quagmire, making it difficult to move.

The holy soldiers firmly fixed him in this void, and all the forces of the human race under his feet will be hit together!

"Have you considered the consequences of hitting the Holy Strike?" Lin Daoshan said in a deep voice.

For a peerless emperor gate as strong as Ziyan Holy Land, the master Ziyan, who is at the helm, dare not easily hit the Emperor Strike.

Because it will definitely lead to an unprecedented war between the two clans. In that case, the casualties will not stop there.

Although the holy soldiers are not as terrifying as the god soldiers, they are also comparable to the nuclear bombs of Vegito's previous life, and have important strategic significance.

Once the Holy Strike is launched, the endless war will continue until one side ends with the heaviest price.

Was he really not aware of the dire consequences of doing so?

"Hehe, it's nothing more than your human forces attacking my Monster Race Continent together, but so what, do you really think you are a monolith? How many of you have the courage to break into the Monster Race Continent?"

The patriarch of the crocodile clan didn't care about the consequences of doing so.

Although the human race is strong, it is also stubborn.

Before their own interests are not harmed, each of them will shrink their heads and sit on the sidelines.

But if a little bit of troops are sent every time the two clans fight, will the successive city lords of Yefeng City die in battle?

Lin Daoshan's heart sank.

Being able to see the situation so clearly shows that he is really not afraid of the power of the human race to settle accounts later.

Such a scheming and powerful man is the most terrifying and craziest!

"City Master Lin, things are not at their worst yet!"

"Damn, mere holy soldiers, he monster race has them, don't my human races have them!?"

"Yes, he has holy soldiers, and our sword sect also has them!"

Following the words of several elders of Jianzong, a world-shaking sword was sacrificed by the elders!

Shine brightly on the bloodiest battlefield!

"Another holy soldier!!!" countless monks exclaimed.

This sword appears, like a round of scorching sun in the sky, representing the sword of the most pure sun in the world, piercing the endless night and bringing the dawn of hope!

Sword Sect Holy Weapon, Pure Yang Holy Sword!

Accompanied by the powerful invincible holy power that swept across, it shocked the nine heavens and ten places, and the eight wilderness universes!

"City Lord Lin, take the sword!"

The reckless sword slapped out with a palm, and the holy sword of Chunyang fell into Lin Daoshan's hands.

The elders of Jianzong didn't stop them, and acquiesced to Jian Mangfu's behavior.

They understand the overall situation, and they understand that even if they use their life-and-death cultivation to mobilize the holy soldiers, they will not be able to compete against the patriarch of the crocodile clan who also holds the holy weapons.

Besides, Lin Daoshan has a high moral character and guards the border for the human race, so there is nothing to say about his character.

Can he return them when the Holy Soldiers are used up?

"Thank you."

Lin Daoshan took over the Sword Sect Saint Soldier, and his frowning expression was swept away.

It's really sleepy to send a pillow, Jianzong's wave of assists is just in time.

Lin Daoshan brushed the blade with two fingers, and the holy soldiers buzzed like ten thousand birds chirping together, with enthusiasm like fire.

The holy sword of Chunyang is the sword of the ancestor of Jianzong several epochs ago, the saint of Chunyang, an existence with a strong pen and ink in the ancient history of the human race!

Even though the sage Chunyang has passed away, this sword still represents the will of the sage Chunyang.

But at this moment, the sword spirit can feel Lin Daoshan's determination to bring peace to the human race forever, and does not resist Lin Daoshan!

On the contrary, they cooperated with him very much.

"The war ends here! (ajff)"

Lin Daoshan's expression brightened, mana and Daoyun spewed out without reservation.

Blessed by the ultimate vision of the God of War body, the aura reaches its peak!

A dazzling sword glow shot out across the sky, as if manifesting the phantom of the birth of the pure Yang sage, avoiding all evils!

The sharp sword light tore apart the heaven and the earth, and the turbulent flow of space annihilated every inch of it, firmly locking the monster clan!

The patriarch of the crocodile clan felt ups and downs, as if he had swallowed dung.

Why didn't you bring out this goddamn holy weapon earlier? If he knew that the human race had brought holy soldiers, he would have withdrawn a long time ago!

Fight with holy soldiers, don't die!

But the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

He gritted his teeth and hit the Holy Strike!

A dark green pillar of light burst out, breaking through the void, corroding and extinguishing everything it went.

boom!!!

The two holy strikes collided, and with it as the center, an indescribable explosion sound spread out, like an ancient god mansion roaring with anger!

The monster monks from all walks of life scattered on the battlefield, no matter whether they were peak monsters or mortal monsters, didn't have time to make a sound before they were wiped out by the aftermath of the holy soldiers and turned into ashes.

Lin Daoshan immediately felt the exhaustion of mana, the vision of the God of War quickly collapsed, and his consciousness was also blurred and sinking.

But when he saw the speed of light destruction of the demon army, his heart tightened. Regardless of his own injuries, he swung his sleeves and enveloped all the monks. He forcibly activated the power of the holy soldiers, broke through the space, and left the battlefield!

finally!

This piece of heaven and earth was beaten to pieces like a mirror, and any vitality was smashed into nothingness.

The ruins of Yefeng City, the monks' limbs and broken arms, and the magic weapons that fell on the ground were all swallowed up and disappeared without a trace!

In Tianzhou, far away from Yefeng City, people here are still living the same life as before.

Although the war is near, it is also far away from them.

However, on this day, a huge spatial crack appeared on the sky, slowly opening, like a huge eye, with a trace of holy power overflowing from it.

Countless people looked at the sky, discussing this strange situation.

In an instant, many monks fell from the crack like dumplings.

They were wounded and embarrassed, but they all wept with joy and hugged each other.

survived!

They survived the war!!!

Whether it is a casual cultivator or a monk of a powerful force, the boulder falls in his heart, relaxed and carefree, and even wants to cry up to the sky to express his emotions.

At this time, someone noticed Lin Daoshan standing in front of the crowd, with his back to them, motionless.

He is like a blood man, with blood dripping and dripping, and the brilliance in his eyes is gradually fading away, but he stares like the eyes of a beast, making people fearful and dare not offend.

The pure yang holy sword pierced the ground, supporting his broken body.

A touch of the afterglow of the setting sun splashed on his face, majestic, solemn, and unyielding.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past him.

He fell...with no strength left to stand.

"Sanctuary!!!".