"Tenth place, ghosts."

"Ninth place, the Shi people."

"Eighth place, Corpse."

"Seventh place, Shura."

"Sixth place, Bone."

"Fifth place, dead."

Every sound of the High Priest in the Black Robe sounded far away, and seemed to be able to ring through the world.

In the destiny gods, although monks of various races had long anticipated it, they were still indignant when they heard that their ranking was so low.

A Shulo teenager wearing a commoner's clothing and holding a black spear, Chang Xiao said, "If it wasn't for Yan Wushen, the ranking of the Shura would never be so low. I swear today that one day, I will cut Yan Wushen, Snow's shame today. God Shura is supreme. This vow is complete, and heaven and earth have witnessed, ten dead without regrets. "

When the oath was fulfilled, the **** Shura Shenwu gathered to the top of his head.

An elderly ghost repair sat on the platform of a certain city in the destiny realm, saying something like: "The defeat of the ghost clan is due to the battle of the stars of the clan, which underestimated Zhang Ruochen. This was defeated to Yuanhui level Characters are not shameful. However, the lost face, the ghost clan will certainly have the talent to come and find them. "

...

This scene is happening everywhere in the realm of destiny.

Some are reflecting, some are hateful, and some regret silence.

Everything in the world

"Fourth place, the underworld." The voice of the black priest resounded again.

Underworld monks, collectively silent.

The monks of the Raksha tribe were jubilant and laughed.

"Third place, Rakshasa."

He did not ascend to the sacred sacred holy warrior in the Tiantian battlefield, and said, "Xianjiang has devoted all its energies to the siege of the undead blood, but he did not expect that his own star would be attacked."

"There is nothing wrong with Wujiang doing that. If he did not lose to Zhang Ruochen, even if Luo Shengtian attacked his own family star, it would be difficult for him to do much."

"If Wujiang did not compete with Zhang Ruochen at the beginning, but devoted his energy to hunting the slaves, would the ranking result be better?"

"Things have already happened. This time the Ming clan ... No, this time the upper three clan has planted a big heel. Zhang Ruochen alone overwhelms the entire upper three clan. Today, it will become the common respect of the young generation of the undead blood clan."

"Look at the Yan Luo tribe now, can you keep your unbeaten position."

Next is the highly anticipated result.

Since the battle for hunting the sky, it has been a hundred times. The Yan Luo people have never been defeated, and they are invincible.

In this session, the Yan Luo tribe are more and more outstanding, all of them are dragons and phoenixes, Yan Wushen, Yan Huangtu, Xi, Yan Zexian ... all can stand on their own, and the overall strength is far ahead of previous sessions.

However, in this session, they fought extremely hard. They were suppressed by the undead blood clan led by Zhang Ruochen, and they fought until the last moment.

The Emperor Qian bone stood on a small island in the lake of Destiny. The island was covered with purple-scarred trees and trunks like dragons. When the wind blows, purple petals fly around, much like a butterfly.

Her eyes looked at the direction of the mountain of destiny, quiet and secluded.

Xuan Yuan Swordmaster stood aside and said, "The Emperor is assured that Zhang Ruochen will be able to seize the first place of the ten races."

The body shape of the Emperor Bone Bone seems to be standing in the void and in the sky, and she is condensing and falling apart, saying, "Zhang Ruochen has done everything, and he must persist to the last moment, alone against all the powerful enemies. After many lives, I know There is a big reason, but that is because of the promise he gave me. This son will surely succeed in the future. Xuan Yuan, you have accepted a good disciple. "

Xuan Yuan Jiansheng couldn't hold back the smile on his face: "I didn't teach him anything. He can achieve today's achievements, but actually rely on himself."

The Emperor Qian bone shook her head and said, "A mortal, by himself, can cultivate into a saint, it is already very remarkable. Zhang Ruochen can achieve today's achievements because there are too many standing behind him and have been helping him. You must be one of them. "

Immediately after, she said, "Rescue is too high, and many people will die. Xuan Yuan, it's time for you to return to Kunlun!"

Xuan Yuan Jiansheng quickly bowed his head and resolutely stated, "Rescue is too high and save Kunlun's hundreds of millions of lives. It is my willingness to enter the **** world. Now, hope is in front of me. How can I run away in fear? Allow me to stay and contribute. "

The Emperor of the Bone Conglomerates once again condenses into a real state, with the most beautiful body contours, still looking at the mountain of destiny, saying: "The result is out!"

A loud voice spread throughout the world: "Second place, the Yan Luo tribe."

"First, the undead."

"boom!"

On Wujin Square, all the monks of the undead, including Emperor Omori who stood in their camp, exploded with excitement.

"Win, win, and finally win!" Emperor Omori Luo raised his fist, flushed, and shouted with the monks around him.

Even the great saints laughed at the waves to release the joy in their hearts.

In the major cities of the Destiny Realm, all the monks of the undead blood came to the streets and shouted, "The undead blood is the first in the world."

"The undead are first in the world."

...

The light runes were spread across the sky like a meteor shower and flew to the territories of the undead blood to report the news.

I did not know who it was, and shouted "Zhang Ruochen", which immediately caused a chain reaction.

"Zhang Ruochen!"

"Zhang Ruochen!"

...

From today, Zhang Ruochen's name is completely tied to the undead blood race, becoming the leader of the undead blood race.

And this generation of undead blood races accounted for 99% of the entire undead blood races.

After all, the undead who can live for more than a thousand years don't have one, or even one.

The effect of the battle of hunting the sky is huge, and that kind of propaganda effect is enough to make Zhang Ruochen's popularity more than some gods.

Some monks of other races looked on with cold shoulders, some were ridiculous and ironic, while others came forward to congratulate them, and were happy to see the Yan Luo tribe suppressed.

Today is destined to be recorded in the annals of history. The names of "Zhang Ruochen", "King of the Blade", "Queen of the Wind", "Yu Emperor", etc., will surely be chanted by at least a few special books of the undead monks. century.

The monks of the Yan Luo tribe were extremely depressed. I don't know how many people gritted their teeth and won the second place, but their hearts were more uncomfortable than the last ghost group.

Any ranking other than the first is a shame for them.

The **** **** of battle sitting in the world of gods has received dozens of congratulations, all from friends.

The Blood God of War naturally did not conceal his emotions, and laughed loudly. The laughter reached the world of the gods such as the ghost master and Xiuchen Tianshen, and caused a series of unpleasant hums.

Immediately, the Blood God of War announced: "Today, the Blood Heaven tribe celebrates all heaven, releasing all prisoners except the monks in the heaven court."

The undead blood tribe defeated the Yan Luo tribe, and was the only race that pulled the Supreme tribe off the stage.

Moreover, the person who led the undead to complete all of this was his relative's grandson, the descendant of the Xuejie family, which gave him a long face.

The blood sacrifice family has heroes from generation to generation. This is a sign of great prosperity, or can restore the glory of the ancestors.

The God of Blood Zest is a joy from the heart, and he is happier than when he had achieved brilliant achievements before.

The spirits of other undead blood races are also very excited, and have a feeling of raising eyebrows and exhaling.

The son of the clan of the Huangtian tribe, a poem on the spot:

"The battle of hunting the sky for 100,000 years, the supreme tribe is first."

"It's a pity that I met a blood race this year. Supreme was actually abused into a dog."

As soon as this poem came out, the gods of the Yanluo tribe looked pale.

A **** full of thunder and lightning, angrily smashed the table case, holding a thunder axe, ready to kill him.

However, stopped by the ancient **** of learning.

"Why do you have a general understanding with a muddy man?" The ancient **** of learning is very conserved and not angry.

The son of the tribe of the Huangtian tribe seemed to be very interested, and immediately added a poem:

"Yan Luo has a girl who has grown up in the early days.

"However, when I met Zhang Ruochen, it was already two people who returned."

After the poem was 10%, the ancient **** of learning suddenly jumped into a thunderous thunder, forming a palm print, and directly blasting into the world of the godland of the son of the ancestor of the Huangtian tribe. This palmprint was taken down by the Huangtian tribe, and in the void, it was dissolved in the invisible.

The tribe of the Huangtian tribe hurriedly went to appease the emotions of the ancient gods of the school, repeatedly paid for their sins, and promised to exercise strict discipline in the future.

The anger in the chest of the ancient **** of study was difficult to calm down for a long time. The tribe of the Huangtian clan talked well, and even sent a Yuan-level holy tree to pay for the sin, which was only revealed.

The reactions of the major divine powers were relatively restrained.

However, the Yanluo sages who participated in the war were humiliated to the extreme, and their hearts were very unwilling.

Losing to the undead is even more uncomfortable than killing them.

In fact, Yan Wushen also had some unwillingness. In the final battle, the whistling sound of the blue dragon and the burial gold and white tigers stunned him and Zhang Ruochen at the same time, which led to the defeat of the Yanluo.

If he is allowed to continue fighting, he may not have the chance to defeat.

Of course, he also understands why the burial gold and white tiger and the cymbal dragon are doing this, because the injuries on him and Zhang Ruochen have been very serious, especially Yan Wushen Shouyuan has lost thousands of years. If they are allowed to continue fighting, it is very It may end in a mixed defeat.

Even if it doesn't die, I am afraid it will hurt the foundation.

Yan Zexian's personality is very strong, unwilling to fail. He used illusion to cover his slightly lower abdomen, walked to the gate of destiny, and bowed down: "The shrine of destiny has rules that the family must not leave all their own stars. They should be deprived. "

The great saints of the undead are all furious.

The Sword Emperor rushed straight up and shouted, "The stars of the undead blood tribe have been destroyed. Why can't you transfer the tribe?"

Yan Zhexian said: "All the stars of this tribe have been destroyed. Isn't it just a proof of the failure of the undead tribe?"

After the wind said: "The Temple of Destiny only requires us to protect our tribe, but there is no rule, we must keep our tribe."

Another person from the Yan Luo tribe stepped out, but said, "The white jade **** tree can be the star of the undead blood tribe, and the members of the undead blood clan cannot at least leave the white jade **** tree, right?"

The monks of the Yan Luo tribe stood up.

In the heavens and the earth, a voice was heard spreading thousands of miles: "The undead blood tribe violated the rules of the Temple of Destiny, and asked the **** Fulu to deprive them of the ranks, and they also fought for a fair and just battle."

There are many monks of the Yanluo tribe in the destiny area. At this moment, they are also shouting petitions, and there are even monks who go straight to the mountain of destiny.

"If the Temple of Destiny can't be fair and just, today, I will die on the Hill of Destiny."

A young boy of the Yanluo nationality pulled out a holy sword and wiped it on his neck.

"Well."

Another monk smashed his head with one palm and fell into a pool of blood.

They will use their lives to prove the will of the Yan Luo tribe, forcing the shrine of destiny to make concessions, and using blood for the glory and dignity that belonged to the supreme tribe.

There are more and more dead monks of the Yanluo ethnic group, one by one, without any hesitation, blood spilling over the street.

Such sorrow and sorrow made the gods touch it.

The gods of the Yan Luo tribe did not stop them. They also seemed to want to see if the Temple of Destiny would deprive them of the undead blood tribe.

After the black robe high priest uttered a few sounds, the monks of the Yanluo family who committed suicide under the mountain of destiny became more and more, and suddenly they were at a loss.

"Wow--"

Finally, the shadow of the deity of Fulu was revealed above the destiny temple on the top of the mountain.

"It is deity."

"Let's all petition to God."

I don't know how many monks of the Yanluo family kneel to the ground.

The grand saints of the Yan Luo tribe did not kneel, but the expressions of expectation on their faces were able to force a **** to manifest the divine shadow. From this we can see that this matter may really turn things around.

The voice of Goddess Fulu sounded, "The undead blood tribe did not break the rules."

This sentence only aroused the dissatisfaction of countless monks of the Yanluo tribe. However, there was no monk attack when he feared the might of the gods. However, many monks have pulled out their sharp blades and are ready to continue their lives with death.

Goddess Fulu stretched out a gaseous palm, and seized hundreds of thousands of miles away, the white jade **** tree on the hunting sky battlefield, holding it in the palm.

More than ten thousand miles high, the **** tree is as small as a grass in his palm.

From the **** tree, God Fulu twisted the body of Emperor Emperor. A cyan pen flew out of the body.

On Wujin Square, Yan Zexian's beautiful eyes shrank ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and immediately recognized that it was her rune pen.

From the pen, the **** Fulu pulled out a piece of hair and released the undead blood tribe Zhang Ruochen placed in the space inside the hair. The tribe was shocked and paralyzed by the divine power that came out of him, shivering, and speechless.

Seeing this scene, the monks of the Yan Luo tribe muttered silently.

Yan Zexian's pretty face was so cold that she stared at Zhang Ruochen fiercely, cursing something in a low voice.

Zhang Ruochen was thinking about wanting the first of the ten races, how could he easily let the Yan Luo tribe grasp the handle, and had already stayed behind to move.

The monks of the undead blood tribe cast their ground in five bodies, admiring Zhang Ruochen to the extreme.

God of Fuluo said: "The battle of hunting the heavens has ended. The ranks of the ten races are just representative. The strength of this millennial monk is high and low. If you want to regain dignity and glory, after millennia, there will naturally be a chance to compete again. . "

"Next, there will be several important announcements of the deity."