“Hurry and hurry.”

The devastated starry sky was filled with many shouts.

They were teams of monks wearing armor, holding fairy swords and warriors in their hands, standing everywhere in the starry sky.

No scars were seen on them, and no blood was found on Hu Lie's battle robe.

That's right, these monks are all hidden forces from all sides. No matter how tragic the wars in the heavens are, they have never participated in the war. It is not because they are not willing to save them, but because they are to prevent the prehistoric tribes from launching sudden attacks.

This time, the war has just come to an end, and all the hidden troops have come out of the mountain and rushed to all parts of the starry sky to attract the monks from all over the heavens to protect them from returning safely.

Buzz! Buzz!

The stars in the east are buzzing.

After looking carefully, I realized that it was a gate that was shining with bright light.

There are many battle flags in all directions of the Domain Gate. It is the Dachu Battle Flag. The leader is Xiao Feng, the first master of Hengyue Hall, wearing armor and whistling in the cloak.

He also came to pick up the wounded, bringing 100,000 soldiers, and set up troops in a radius of thousands of miles with the Domain Gate as the center. While accepting the wounded soldiers, defending the surroundings to prevent the prehistoric tribes from fighting for rebellion.

"Uncle Master, I almost can't see you."

In the distance, Xie Yun, Situ Nan and others came with their wounded bodies, supporting each other and laughing exhausted.

"Moduo speaks, hurry up, go in and heal the wound."

Xiao Feng shouted, still standing in the void, looking around vigilantly, while many monks from Da Chu came forward and took Xie Yun and the others back.

"It's a life of death!"

Xie Yun sat down at the gate of the world, stuffed elixirs into his mouth, and then carried a wine pot.

"Fortunately, the heavens won."

Situ Nan was seriously injured and exhausted. He fell asleep leaning against the Domain Gate, snoring loudly.

The wounded were almost the same. Before they could heal their wounds, they fell into a deep sleep, and were all too tired.

"Fast, southeast direction, quick lead."

"Don't be careless and guard all directions."

"Pile source stones and prepare for the domain gate teleportation at all times."

Xiao Feng's loud shouts kept ringing the starry sky.

He stood in the void patrols, and issued military orders one by one.

As time passed, more wounded people arrived and were greeted from afar and taken back to a safe place.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The domain gate is buzzing, and it is supported again and again, and the number of injured people will be sent away, either Xuanhuang, Netherworld or Dachu. In batches of teleportation, the three places are safe.

Like Xiao Feng and others, there are many starry skyscrapers.

Looking down at nothingness, there are many starry skyscrapers like this. With the gates as the center, the troops are arranged, guarding all directions while guiding the wounded people from all sides.

Such a mobilization of troops is not aimless.

The prehistoric tribe is elusive, who can guarantee that they will not attack them?

Now, the human world has reached the peak of the strongest quasi-emperor, and the Lingxu realm juniors, and they have fought to the point of exhaustion. The entire heavens are at the weakest stage. If the prehistoric clans fight for chaos at this moment, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"It's good to give the heavens a few days."

Looking at the fantasy sky water curtains, Fu Ya took a deep breath. The three emperors were killed, and the heavenly demons and the evil demons were defeated, but they didn't want to cause trouble again.

The king stood quietly, without saying anything.

In the era of the Emperor's Dao incident, the Zhoutian deduction has failed, but a certain premonition is still very effective.

There will definitely be chaos.

The prehistoric tribes will definitely cause trouble. As for how many races will participate, it is unknown.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

As he expected, the calm starry sky had more rumbling sounds, one after another, and could smell the prehistoric aura.

That's right, the prehistoric clans came out, and they were mostly covered in black robes, holding cold killing swords in their hands. I don't know which race it was, like a killing god, secretly launching sneak attacks and harvesting fresh lives.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The broken starry sky is full of blood.

There were too many monks from all over the heavens who supported each other and walked in the starry sky, their heads and bodies were separated, and their souls were scattered on the spot.

The tragic situation occurred frequently, sensational, howling, roar, and unscrupulous laughter filled the world.

Those scenes are really sad and indignant.

The monks in the heavens fought so fiercely. They had withstood the storms of the demons and the demons. Now they have won the battle and repelled the invasions of the foreign lands, but they have mostly overturned the ships in the gutters. They have not died under the butcher knife of the demons and the demons, and are buried in the hands of the prehistoric clan.

"Damn it."

King Chujiang snorted coldly, and was furious. He squirted out a mouthful of blood, his body shaking, and almost fell down.

The other Yama were not much better. Eight out of ten people could not stand firmly. The Nine Emperors of the Great Chu and the Nine Generals of the Great Chu, the Great Qilin and the Old Taoist Piaomiao, were all in a very miserable way. They each supported each other and staggered. If it weren't for the support of the Ji Dao Emperor's weapon, they would probably have fallen.

"Damn it."

In another starry sky, the Saint Lord who killed the Emperor, encountered the same experience. On the way back, he was attacked more than once. Many old immortals in the heavens and old generals in the underworld were buried in the prehistoric world.

Boom! Bang! Boom

In the Western Star Domain, Shura Tianzun carried Yuanshi Tianzun and fled all the way.

There is nothing behind him, the space is twisted, and it is difficult to hide the aura of the prehistoric world. The powerful men in the prehistoric world are chasing them. I don’t know how many old quasi-emperors who are with them have been slaughtered.

"Rats, a group of rats."

On the other side of the galaxy, the curse of the God of Creation King carried a huge anger. Due to the interception and killing of the prehistoric world, the divine body was almost destroyed, the chaotic body became even worse, and the head was almost cut off, and the true body of the soul was once again severely damaged.

In this way, there were also powerful men in the prehistoric world who secretly blocked the killing, and it was quite difficult for the two of them to escape all the way.

"Kill me, kill me."

"Catch the living, and capture the living for me."

"The lowly ant."

More and more prehistoric tribes, most of whom were the leaders of the clan emperors, led the army of the clan to rush to various starry skyscrapers and committed murder.

The rolling prehistoric aura, tyrannical and cold-blooded, swallowed up all the star fields and drowned out all the living beings.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

The calm starry sky is in full swing again.

This time, the heavens faced each other with the great clans of the prehistoric world. They were defeated step by step and could not stand firm in the battle, let alone the war, which would be able to withstand the prehistoric world's attack.

"Retreat, retreat quickly."

There were roars in Xuanhuang, Dachu and Netherworld directions. The heavens were in the weakest state and could not fight. If they were to fight hard, they would die. The way of defending the ground was the king. When they recovered, they would work together to deal with the prehistoric clan.

Without their orders, the entire army of heaven was escaping and retreating. The strongest peak realm was no exception and had no much combat power.

"What a wonderful blood."

The smiles of the prehistoric clans became quite gloomy, with ferocious faces distorted, and their blood-colored eyes were engraved with the light of tyranny.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The blood flowers bloom, as beautiful as fire.

It was not a war, it was a unilateral massacre in the prehistoric world. Too many wounded people fell on the way back, and too many monks died under the iron hooves of the prehistoric world.

"damn it."

The Kui Niu was so angry that he was so angry that he was heartbroken that he was heartbroken. He was carrying the little monkey emperor on his back and was struggling to escape. All the sons of the Heavenly Emperor were also on the run and were no longer able to fight against the prehistoric world.

Their eyes were filled with murderous intent, and were filled with tears.

When you encounter a starry sky, you will see bloody pictures: Cangmu's old quasi-emperor was nailed to death in the starry sky; a sacred lord of a sect had his head cut; a fairy who once fought against the demons had corpses everywhere, and was ravaged to death...

"This is the price of provoking the prehistoric world."

A wild grim laughter filled the world.

One by one, the prehistoric people have become unreliable madmen, making trouble everywhere and killing everywhere. Their hideous faces are even more scary than the demons and the demons.
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