Chapter 464： Gun name

"Huh? Why is this senior here?"

This evil spirit sweeping the world is so strong that the ghost mansion masters tens of thousands of light-years away can instantly perceive it. With a sudden expression, he pressed the thoughts in his heart, raised his hand to smash the time and space, and stepped out in one step. It appeared tens of thousands of light years away.

"Senior Blood Slaughter, why are you here? Have everything in the real world been handled?"

The lord of the ghost mansion Wei Wei offers his hand, the blood slaughter is not only a person from the line of the bell watcher of the ultimate holy sect, but also comes from the fourth era. Those who came out of Dao Shengzong should naturally respect them.

As he spoke, the Lord of the Ghost Mansion had even more doubts in his eyes. This is not in the plan, and counting the time, it means everything went smoothly. At this time, it should only be able to solve the hidden dangers of the Demon Race, and Senior Blood Slaughter still has a task that belongs to him. .

That is to completely solve the Witch God Realm. Although this difficulty is not as great as that of the Gods World, because the human race needs the strong to suppress the situation at this time in all aspects, and the manpower is not enough, the Blood Slaughter should now be fighting in the Witch God Realm.

And the remaining battle flag rags that could offset the suppression of the will of heaven and earth were taken away by the blood slaughter.

"The plan has changed, and the Witch God Realm does not need to be eliminated for the time being."

Xue Tu looked up and down the Lord of the Ghost Mansion, as if seeing through his true identity behind the shadows, slowly speaking, the chill in his tone weakened a little.

"Could it be that the information editor has changed?"

The Lord of the Ghost Mansion moved his brows slightly, and while his thoughts were running, he thought of the only possibility. You must know that the plan decided by the Human Race's Supreme Council cannot be easily changed.

Otherwise, everything will be messed up, unless there is really a last resort and it is related to the ethnic interests of the human race.

"Yes."

Xuetu nodded slightly, and there was no need to explain too much. With the wisdom of the strong, he could naturally guess the general idea.

The information editor is a strange thing obtained by the lord of the ghost mansion of the previous generation, Feng Jun, from the land of the heavens and ten thousand worlds, and he also enlightened him. When he made the plan, Feng Jun told them some information.

After the editor was used, he didn't dare to make absolute guarantees about what would happen. There might be a time limit for the control, and the witch **** might die within a certain period of time. It's hard to say.

Therefore, in order to maximize the benefits, Jun Jun decided to destroy the Witch God Realm immediately after the completion of the demon clan extermination plan. With him as an internal response, he can break through the Witch God Realm from within and eradicate another side for the Human Race at a very small price. Alien forces.

But now that the plan is discontinued, it should be that the effect of the editor is unexpected, and the witch **** realm temporarily exists, which is more beneficial to the human race.

In a flash, the Lord of the Ghost Mansion figured out all the barriers, and then thanked him without thanking him. He cast his gaze on the few lacquered black shadows behind the blood slaughter, slightly perceiving it, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

What a weird life!

It's neither life nor death. He is constantly rotating between life and death. The breath is so strong that he, who is extremely sensitive to death, can't even see the way these people exist.

In addition, there is a condensed breath of years around these people's bodies. Such a strong breath of years is just awake from a deep sleep, and it is impossible to have it. It is really weird.

"Senior Blood Slaughter, who are they?"

Since I couldn’t guess it, I just said hello, just a little drum in my heart. It seems that Human Race still has a foundation beyond his cognition. This kind of character, as the leader of the Ghost Mansion at the peak of human rights, has no information at all. learn.

"They! Haha, a group of old stubborn ones, they are all the opponents of this seat. I have fought for countless years, and they are not reconciled to death and refuse to admit defeat!"

"Hahaha! But now it seems that this seat won, these guys, almost luck, become such a lifeless appearance, it is a pity."

Xuetu laughed loudly, the sound waves tore through the dimension, and his eyes were extremely distant, as if he had returned to the Fourth Ancient Age, the peak years of that brilliant era.

Shinichi Ancient Artifacts can suppress time and space, freeze the lifespan of living beings, and make them fall into the future generations in a state of complete dormancy across endless years.

But all the use of Weili needs to pay a price, this is the eternal truth, even the ancient artifacts.

Every ancient artifact has a limit on the creatures that can be suppressed. This is the preciousness of the quota. For creatures of different cultivation levels, if they want to sleep, the proportion of power that needs to occupy the ancient artifact is not large or small. All the same.

Almost all creatures under the power are similar, and ancient artifacts can be easily afforded.

When the cultivation base breaks through to great power, the burden of ancient artifacts will skyrocket by thousands, tens of thousands of times!

As for the monks of the ten realms, the price that needs to be paid is even more terrifying, so the sleepers are not selected by the way. This is a very complicated procedure. Every time a quota is issued, the highest council of the human race will be opened. After careful discussion, Because there are too many factors to consider.

Who is qualified to sleep? And who should stay in the world against the aliens? Is it a low-level monk with potential in deep sleep, or a ten-level powerhouse who is still old? Very complicated, but everything must be based on the highest interests of the human race.

Humans seem to have a lot of ancient artifacts, but a large part of them must be on standby at any time to deal with alien monsters, so they cannot be used as a tool for sleep. For example, the chaotic bead is an ancient artifact. Logically speaking, the chaotic bead's time and space characteristics are the most suitable as a vessel for the sleeper. It has a strong carrying capacity, but because the battle net is more important, it cannot be used.

Thirty-three Heavens, Eighteen Hells, Jidao Bell, Hunyuan Qiankun Ding...

There are only a handful of ancient artifacts used by sleepers, and the human race is too large. This place is naturally precious. If you sleep in a ten-level burden, you can sleep in a million powerful, or hundreds of millions of low-level monks.

Although the ancestors are precious, among these millions of talents and outstanding powers, maybe ten realms can be born?

This is a very difficult problem to make a decision. Therefore, these old opponents of Blood Slaughter, unfortunately, did not get the quota.

But if he is unwilling to die, he will step into the legendary burial ground without hesitation, bury himself in order to save future generations, and want to live a splendid life again.

This is a choice that others can't blame. Survival is the instinct of every intelligent life. These people have done nothing wrong, and the blood butcher thinks so, and everyone will dig them out personally.

Unfortunately, perhaps hundreds of billions of years have been too long, and these people have not survived and become like this ghost.

"Did you hear that?"

Xuetu closed his eyes tightly, listened attentively, and slowly muttered:

"These stubborn guys, even if they are dead, are also roaring, wanting to fight! To kill! This fighting spirit is so clear that it will not go away even after endless years!"

"So, I brought them here!"

"Come and enjoy the killing!"

The blood slaughter alliance opened his eyes, and a scarlet light flashed by, looking towards the depths of unknown time and space.

boom!

Time and space collapsed, and a huge figure fell out, obliterating everything along the way, tearing open a huge crimson boundary, and smashing a galaxy to stop the figure.

"The gods dominate!"

The Lord of the Ghost Mansion instantly awoke from the description of the blood slaughter, staring at it, and clearly saw the appearance of the giant.

"Ahem!"

The masters of the gods slowly stood up, coughing out a large mouthful of blood, and the terrifying quality of blood pierced the void, and annihilated several rounds of the sun. His chest was pierced by a huge hole, and a transparent sacred fire scorched the wound frantically, and even slammed into the body.

Several people looked up, and in the depths of the space-time mixing cave, they saw a figure condensed from endless rays of light. The book of creation was held in their right hand, and the gun of Longinus, which gathered all the power of the goddess of war, was held in their left hand. .

This is undoubtedly the supreme **** in the world of gods.

The masters of the gods fought against them, and they were able to remain undefeated under the suppression of the will of heaven and earth before, but with the addition of the Spear of Longinus, it instantly seemed to be one enemy and two, and it was normal to fall into a disadvantage.

"This guy is the Supreme God?"

"Retire, he will leave it to this seat!"

As Xue Tu spoke, he stepped out step by step, burning scarlet flames all over his body, and when his palm was turned, a blood-red spear was held tightly in his hand. The intention of killing emerged, condensing into an endless sea of ​​blood behind the blood slaughter.

"This, this ancient tool is..."

The Lord of the Ghost Mansion glared his eyes, remembering a secret he had seen in the Jidao Sect before.

It is said that in the Jidao line, in addition to the Jidao clock, there is also a big killer. This killer is so pure that it can't even be used as a vessel for sleep, named-Killing Spear!

This gun is extremely terrifying, and there are very few that can be used. This blood butcher is one of them, and this is also the most important factor for the blood butcher to obtain the sleeper quota.

The ten-level powerhouse may be born, but the ten-level powerhouse who can use the sharp spear will kill one person in this way.

Click!

Time and space burst, and again a series of terrifying figures stepped out, or broke the time and space and fell during the battle.

There are the gods and there are direct human ancestors.

The powerhouses of the two sides gather together, a tragic battle is inevitable, and the universe of the bright world will only be wiped out overnight.

"Hahaha! Good come! Kill it happily!"

Xuetu was holding a sharp gun, standing above the sea of ​​blood, with a terrifying aura that even the Supreme God couldn't compare with it.

It seems to be the center of the world.

Xuetu tilted his eyes slightly, looked at the figures with strange auras, and slowly spoke indifferently:

"Old opponents, go to the Demon Realm, those bugs will be handed over to you!"

Woo-

The cloudy wind blew by, and several figures disappeared instantly.

Only a few grains of dark soil were left in the void.

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