Terrorist Reincarnation: Hundred Times Rewards

These are all voluntary, and more than half of them are races left over from the Chaos Period. Although they are not ancient gods, their strength should not be underestimated.

There are only six of the twelve ancestor witches left. At this time, they are gathered on the Buzhou Mountain. Looking at the gathered races below, it is like looking at the ants on the ground. The little black spots are extremely small. .

580 "Brother, do you think we have any chance of winning against the Terran this time?"

One of the ancestor witches asked.

It's just one Lin Chuan, and they don't even know the level of Lin Chuan's strength now. They only know that they will not be weaker than the one who killed four ancestor witches and seriously injured six.

Coupled with the strange characteristics of the human race, even these ancestors are a little uncertain now.

"Theoretically, we are almost certain to lose."

Di Jiang looked at the dense, constantly busy little black dots and said, but his voice was extremely calm, making people unable to hear the slightest emotion.

"Ah? Why do you say that? Now the demon clan is in an array with us, and there are still races from the Great Desolate Continent coming to us, why can't we beat them?"

After being stunned for a while, Di Jiang let out a long sigh and said.

"Do you know why we allied with the demon clan? Even if Lin Chuan killed the corpse, we put the demon clan first, and even sacrificed everything to fight them."

"After that, Hongjun resurrected us, but we suddenly allied with the demon clan, don't you think it's strange?"

As the eldest of Ancestral Witch Di Jiang, the alliance with the demon clan was a last resort.

And this is not because of Lin Chuan's strength, but a deeper reason.

For this reason, he was the only one in the Twelve Ancestors who knew.

"I have no idea……"

After being silent for a long time again, Di Jiang spoke slowly.

"The ancient gods still exist in the world, and our two lich clans have also been supported by the ancient gods to get to this point, and Hongjun's preaching is an opportunity for us to break away from the ancient gods. If any of our two clans have Only a saint can truly be regarded as the ruler of the prehistoric world."

"However, the appearance of Lin Chuan and the human race made us lose this opportunity."

"After the sanctification is hopeless, we can only be driven by the ancient gods to gather together and defeat the human race."

Speaking of which, although Di Jiang has no facial features, anyone can feel the gloomy aura.

This is their hatred of the human race. Now they must eradicate the human race before they can have the opportunity to become saints!

If you can't become a saint, you will be suppressed by the ancient gods for the rest of your life!

Three thousand demon gods, out of ten, the most famous ones were the ancestors of the demon clan Luo Hu and Hongjun.

One of these two represents the way of heaven, and the other represents going against the sky.

After Hongjun defeated Luo Hu, the Chaos Demon God on the bright side was also Hongjun, but this didn't represent all of the Chaos Demon God.

There are also many remaining demon gods who are indomitable and competitive.

The two races that control the Lich are also two races left over from the Chaos Period.

Just when the various races were constantly gathering at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Di Jiang suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

"Damn... Lin Chuan, you dare to come alone, do you really think we are afraid of you?"

Although Di Jiang said so, he still quickly sent the message to Di Jun Taiyi.

In the previous battle, the witch clan was seriously injured, just relying on their ancestors, it is estimated that Lin Chuan could not be stopped, and the support of the demon clan was still needed.

As Lin Chuan's aura got closer and closer, many races sensed that mysterious aura.

"It's a human race! I smell it! It's a foul smell!"

A mass of monsters full of viscous and stinky juice aggregated and said, ignoring the white eyes of the people around.

"I also felt... this breath... I met it in Zixiao Palace! That's Lin Chuan!"

"No way!? It's really Lin Chuan!? Did the human race attack first this time!? How long has it been since they were attacked by the witches last time!?"

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the major races have divided their living areas, but at this moment, almost all of them have gathered together to watch the dragon soaring in the distance in the distance!

It was a dragon with nine colors of light all over its body, and the dragon's whiskers floated in the air as if it was not pulled by gravity.

The two eyes are black and white, very mysterious.

This is the Dragon Clan, the existence that once ruled the Great Desolate Continent.

And they also know that this is also Lin Chuan's mount.

When this rank nine golden crystal dragon appeared on the horizon, the major races at the foot of Buzhou Mountain became alert.

All around, the battle lines were set up. The leaders of all ethnic groups walked on the most wall and gradually surrounded Lin Chuan.

The Wu clan was the first to bear the brunt. Under the leadership of Di Jiang, they went out for about a hundred miles before forcing Lin Chuan to stop in mid-air.

Lin Chuan, who was sitting on top of Jin Jinglong's head, opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Bai Xue behind him.

At this time, Bai Xue is no longer so afraid.

This is an expression of extreme confidence in one's own strength.

Of course, this is Lin Chuan's opinion. In fact, Bai Xue gradually developed trust in Lin Chuan during these days.

To be precise, as long as Lin Chuan was by her side, Bai Xue felt extremely at ease.