下 Under the mountain of Destiny God Mountain is a vast field with boundless views.

At this moment, a ragged prisoner was standing on the field. They were vicissitudes of life, with whip marks on their bodies. Some of them have been imprisoned and enslaved for thousands of years.

There are so many prisoners that it is impossible to count them, like a sea of ​​people.

"Snapped!"

The whip sounded.

"Come on, grind away, you are a group of lowly prey, now is the time for you to play the role of prey." A bone knight riding a bone beast, waving a whip flashing with lightning, slammed On the Sword of the Great Sword.

The whip whip is engraved with a special **** pattern, and the immortal sacred body cannot resist it.

"哧哧."

On the back of the savage sword saint, there was another blood stain that was deeply visible to the bones, but he did not say a word, and gritted his teeth to bear it.

Zhang Ruochen, who was looking for the trace of the Great Sword of the Sword, saw exactly this scene, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

His gaze stared at Zhang Ruochen with a proud smile on his face, saying: "Even if the Great Saint is reduced to slavery, he must be honest, or some of them are bitter. Fortunately, half of the Great Saint is immortal. The blood of the bloodline is the Son of God. Otherwise, if they come to the **** world, I am afraid they are the same. "

Zhang Ruochen showed a cold smile and did not argue with him.

He stood not far away and saw the slaves under the mountain. Some of them were known as the great saints, but they were tortured to be immature, their blood and blood were dying like beggars.

Some of them are young talents she knows, Zeng Fenghua is peerless, pointing at the mountains and rivers, but now she has a thin face, her eyes are cloudy, her spirits are all worn out.

There are many more ...

For the **** world, this is a feast.

For the monks in the heavenly world, what they saw was a miserable picture, which made those young monks who had just embarked on the road to cultivation deeply hit.

Even if he is a cultivator, even a great sage, once he is captured by the **** world, he still looks like an ant and is not as hard as a mortal.

What is the significance of cultivation?

Xi Xi glanced forward at Zhang Ruochen, his emotions were complicated.

"Wow--"

In each jade case in front of the monk who went to the banquet, two white lights appeared.

In the ray of light, a volume is revealed with a diamond-shaped lens.

Zhang Ruochen picked up the volume and opened it.

The volume book records the various rules of this hunting battlefield, the number of **** slaves, and the identity information of some of them.

"God slaves, there are more than 13 million."

"The Great Holy Slave, 2,274."

Seeing here, Zhang Ruochen's vibration was not small.

Da Sheng, in any realm, is a top-level combat force, a mainstay, and an emperor in the Cause.

You know, like the Guanghan world, there are only dozens of great saints in the whole world.

More than two thousand saints were captured by the **** world and reduced to **** slaves, something he had never dared to imagine before. How many great worlds have been destroyed in **** this millennium?

Then looked down, Zhang Ruochen was clear.

It turned out that these slaves were not all captives of the heavenly world, but also the great worlds, market realms, universe secrets, and monks of ancient civilizations that did not belong to the heavenly world.

Even, there are living creatures on the edge.

He is not all the big worlds. They are the subordinate realms of heaven.

For example, a world without gods is not qualified to become a subordinate world of heaven.

These big worlds were discovered by the undead blood and Raksha clan, at most they were only enslaved, ruled, captive, and reduced to blood-eating ranches. However, being discovered by the Ghost, Bone, Corpse, and Shura can only be a dead end.

In addition, there are some **** slaves who are traitors in hell.

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen understands why there are so many great gods. In fact, many great holy slaves do not come from the weak world, but belong to the strong world.

The great saints who were captured in the battlefield of merit only accounted for a small part.

The **** world and the heavenly realm will not only confront each other on the battlefield of merit, but also compete for various cultivation resources in the universe. This kind of confrontation must be a high-ranking monk, either the Holy King or the Great Saint.

In this way, the great saints and holy kings captured are naturally not a few.

"Well! There are actually five **** slaves in a thousand questions, and one **** slave who lives a thousand lives. The gods in the **** world are too daring, aren't they afraid that the top monks of the **** world will be killed in large numbers ? "Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

"Leader."

The monks attending the feast of the Bloody Tribe all held the volume and gathered beside Zhang Ruochen.

The rules of each hunting feast are different. Before getting the rule book, all the previous discussions can only be regarded as predictions.

Now they must rethink and plan.

Wu Guchenzi saw Zhang Ruochen's page, guessed what he thought, and said, "This is a passive hunting. No matter how strong the cultivation of these slaves is, they are just hunters."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Wu Guchenzi said: "All the spiritual powers of the slaves are limited and cannot be probed with mental powers. That is to say, we can use spiritual powers to find them, but they can only use our eyes and ears to find us."

"To be exact, only the eyes can play a role. As for the ears ... the speed of any monk at a banquet is much faster than the speed of sound."

"If they are not defeated, we can run away and hide immediately. If they are not defeated, how can they escape to reach the scope of their mental power?"

Immediately afterwards, he said, "There is a second point. We all have fighters, even supreme sacred artifacts, but they don't have one. Of course, a great conqueror who is in charge of the supreme sacred artifact has a chance Kill an unquestionable Great Heavenly Slave with bare hands. "

"As for the only great saint who has died and lived, it is recorded in the volume. His hands and feet are bound by the chain of God's iron, his speed and combat power are greatly reduced, even if monks want to kill the **** world. How many more have been killed? A sleepy beast can only be passively beaten. "

Zhang Ruochen turned to the last page of the volume, a whole page, and wrote all the information about the sacred life of the dead.

"Name: Emperor."

"Points: 10 million points."

"Age: 21,000 years."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's pupils shrank deeply, and he saw an eye-catching mark-"Inferior Pavilion".

The Tian slave who cultivated a life of ten thousand deaths is actually a member of Wujiange, that is, a subordinate of the Emperor Qian bone.

"The Emperor of the Bone Bone claims to be one of the most wanted gods in the **** world. In the past 100,000 years, how much power has she formed in the **** world? With so many strong men, the strength of the Infernal Chamber, I am afraid not to lose A big world. "Zhang Ruochen said secretly.

The rankings of the battlefields of Fukasari are similar to merit battles, and they are all based on points.

The stronger you are, the higher the points you earn.

Bloody said: "I have roughly calculated the points, and all the slaves add up to a total value of about 600 million points. As long as the entire undead blood family accumulates 60 million points, it is considered to reach the average level among the ten groups. "

"As long as our **** tribe accumulates six million points, it will reach the median."

"According to the rankings of the undead blood races in the previous hunting feast, it is very difficult to accumulate 60 million points. Therefore, we only need to accumulate 6 million points to be among the top ten clans."

Lu Yixuan's grand saint took his wrist and laughed, "As long as you kill that Emperor, you can get 10 million points. Six million points, isn't it easy?"

Yan Yixuan's eyes were staring at Emperor Yu, Gu Chenzi, and Zhang Ruochen.

Combining their four great powers, coupled with the Supreme Sacred Artifact, may not be able to kill the Great Sage who lives a million lives.

I have to do a big vote to make a sensation in hell.

Xueyi didn't know that Yi Xuan and Sheng Chenzi had reached the Great Consummation, and shook his head and said, "Even if he is bound by his hands and feet, the fighting power erupted is very terrible. It's like I tied your hands and feet, and it's easy to kill a holy king. "

"Emperor Emperor is a great challenge prepared by the gods to the greedy babies, Yan Huangtu, Luo Shengtian, and Wujiang. We don't need to touch them."

The monks of the Xunxuetian tribe expressed their opinions and analyzed in detail this year's hunting feast.

Zhang Ruochen has been studying the rules in the volume until after reading, saying: "Points are not only accumulated, but deducted."

"The first point of points deduction: malicious attack on their own monks, attack one, deduct five thousand points."

"Article 2: Intentional killing of one's monk, one person died, 500,000 points deducted."

"Article 3: Ten territories people die, one point is deducted. All territorial people die, half of the total points of the entire tribe are deducted."

Uh ...

所以 "So, while offense is important, defense is also essential."

The Takari Sky Battlefield is located in a vast starry sky in the forest of no return universe. There are not only a huge planet of life, but also a large number of asteroids and meteorite star fragments.

According to the records in the volume, each of the ten groups in the **** world has a star of its own.

On the stars of the undead blood tribe, there are a large number of lower-level people of the undead blood tribe. They do not have semi-holy combat power. The **** monks participating in the hunt must protect them from being killed by God slaves.

Seeing this rule, Zhang Ruochen knew another meaning of the hunting feast.

The gods are clearly telling them not only to attack and kill, but also to learn to protect their clan.

"Boom."

The Xunqiantian battlefield opens, and a vast and colorful forest of starry sky appears on the mirror surface of the gods of the world above.

Seeing this six-colored starry sky forest, Zhang Ruochen frowned immediately and sighed, "The battlefield of Qitian is too big, which will be a very troublesome thing."

Those other monks also nodded gently.

According to the magnificent starry sky before them, their calculations indicate that there are at least thousands of planets, hundreds of millions of cosmic dust and star fragments in this battlefield.

The so-called cosmic dust is not real dust. Small is only the size of a fist, but large is larger than a mountain.

Many cosmic dust can hide their body.

And the diameter of the entire battlefield is definitely more than 100 million miles, or even wider. Even if it is a spiritual strength, the area that can be explored at one time is only a small piece.

In this way, finding those **** slaves has become the hardest thing, completely different from their original idea.

The high priest of the black robe of Fulu Yang said: "The feast of the hunting day officially started for a hundred days. Tiannu will enter the battlefield one hour in advance. Within this hundred days, you only need to kill one to the feast. Monks, or 100,000 lower monks in hell, live until the end of the hunting feast, and the Temple of Destiny will be free. "

Those heaven slaves who thought they would die must have heard their words, and their eyes lit up, and then they released their fierce murderous power.

For freedom and revenge on the **** world, their killing security was inspired.

"咻!"

The space channel was opened, and more than 10 million heaven slaves were teleported to the battlefield in advance.

The eyes of the high priest of the Fulu black robe turned to the direction of the Mingxi River and said: "You still have an hour to discuss the hunting plan. At the same time, every monk immediately puts all the weapons, elixir, and runes on him. Enter a space container and place it on the jade case in front of you. Each monk can only keep one war weapon or defensive armor. "

All monks did it immediately, the gods looked at it, and no one dared to hide it.

Zhang Ruochen put everything and everything into a space exquisite ball, wearing only a white coat and carrying a purple gold gourd, and suddenly felt relaxed.

After looking at the wind, leaving no trace, he stared at Zhang Ruochen.

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen was just a gourd, suddenly, she was extremely confused.

What is the most holy holy weapon of this gourd?

Based on her knowledge and experience, she couldn't see the origin of this gourd, and can only guess that it may be the latest treasure of the blood sacrifice of the **** of war ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ However, a newly completed supreme holy weapon, Can we fight against the supreme sacred artifacts of the other nine races?

"Don't make mistakes." After the wind became a little worried.

The high priest of the black robe of Fuluo pointed a finger, and a huge hall appeared from the space and appeared over the Mingxi River.

Sunda said: "In the temple, there are robes, storage containers, and various materials specially made for monks of various ethnic groups. Each monk can only take away a maximum of 10,000 kilograms of materials."

Monks of various races flew towards the temple.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the monks of the Blood Heaven tribe, and said, "Everyone tries to obtain materials for refining dan, lineups, and charms. The materials of the refining equipment are too heavy. Try not to choose them. It is also difficult to practice in the short time on the battlefield of Kiriten Create a powerful warrior. "

He entered the palace, and Zhang Ruochen received ten sets of blood-red robes and a storage bracelet.

The blood-red robe is strange and cannot resist outside attack, but it can withstand the monk's own power burst. In short, it is not defensive, but full of toughness.

Zhang Ruochen was not interested in various materials, but had unexpected surprises and found the **** stone.

Unfortunately, each monk can only take one.

立即 He immediately transmitted a message, so that every monk in the Bloody Tribe must take a **** stone. ...

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