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The visitors were not kind. Although the eleven ancient kings did not intend to be surprised, they were overwhelming when they came together. People couldn't stand at all, and almost all knelt down on the ground.

People were shocked, not one or two, but more than a dozen people. Even if the king of gods has a supreme demeanor, how can he compete with so many people?Everyone is desperate.

This is not an equal confrontation at all. If there is a real battle, these people will have an overwhelming advantage, and this is not all, there must be someone behind.

On the dome of the sky, a green column of air hangs down, thick and heavy. The Green Pagoda of Immortal Tears stands in a small world, looming and chaotic.

"The breath of the ancient emperor, is that the legendary West Emperor Pagoda? It's not real, but I really want to hold it in the palm of my hand and take a closer look." One of the ancient kings looked up and sneered.

People are shocked, is this a provocation? Perhaps such a thing will really happen in the near future, and they will attack the important place of the human race and win the emperor!

An ancient king reminded, if you don't say a few words, if this tower falls, it will become fly ash.

Another sage said, Yaochi can do this as much as they want, at least two ancient imperial soldiers are aimed at this place, if they really want to do it, it's hard to say who will become ashes.

After these 11 people came in, they didn't feel any pressure facing the West Emperor Pagoda, and pointed to the Pure Land of Yaochi as if there was no one else around.

The people present were all terrified, they came prepared, the two ancient imperial soldiers pointed their swords at Yaochi, they were shocked, if there was a real war, the West Emperor Pagoda might be destroyed.

Of course, this is the worst plan, but not impossible!The weapons of the ancient emperor banged against each other, and no one could bear the price.

The pressure in people's hearts is as huge as a mountain, almost suffocating.

Tongtiantai, a broken mountain with a height of more than [-] zhang, not a single blade of grass grows, as if a great mountain has been cut off by someone, the section is a huge rooftop, vast and boundless.

It is said that this was originally the highest mountain in the Northern Territory, but it was cut into a platform by the Western Emperor himself, and it is extremely majestic even if it is broken vertically, with the appearance of the king of the mountains.

It can be used as a martial arts arena or a meeting square, no matter how many people come, it can be accommodated, because it is engraved with the pattern of the Western Emperor.

Back then, it took a lot of effort to move the mountain to the pure land when Yaochi was relocated.

In the center of the Tongtian Terrace, the white-clothed god king sat cross-legged, behind him were the many leaders of the human race, and on the opposite side were the seven ancient kings and a large number of ancient powerhouses.

On the edge of the broken mountain, a black-faced Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, preparing to welcome the eleven ancient kings, who were formed from the basalt of the barbarians.

"How tyrannical I am as a human race, I have to have some confidence to hold a meeting of ten thousand races, but what I saw, you dare to sit on the high platform just because you are alone and a tortoise?"

With a cruel smile and a ruthless look, the eleven ancient kings came to the Tongtian Terrace, looking around with cold eyes, with a hint of murderous intent in the corners of their mouths.

"Not long ago, Pindao beat to death a blind ancestor king with his Overlord God Fist." The Taoist transformed into a black turtle said with a serious face.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the cold and murderous aura filled the air. The eleven ancient kings looked together, staring at the black turtle, their faces were extremely indifferent, and their eyes were like knives.

At the very beginning, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, a great battle would break out at any time, and many creatures were trembling.

"Are the two of us going there too?" Beside the emperor, the two ancient kings looked at each other and asked for each other's opinions, but in the end they didn't act.

"It's just a turtle, the human race is really dead!" said an ancient king. He was obviously provocative and came here for killing.

"But killing you is a little overkill!" the black turtle said with its head held high.

"You guys have come from afar, why don't you sit down and have a chat?" the white clothed god king said.

The black turtle turned around, left his butt to them, walked back, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Talk, what is there to talk about, can your human race be on an equal footing with us?" An ancient king strode forward, very tough, with only one purpose, to fight and kill the human race saints.

"What do you think is equal, and why did you come here?" The white-clothed god king asked calmly without getting angry.

"You will never be qualified to sit on an equal footing with us, just one of you and one tortoise will not be enough." Another ancient king stepped forward.

"If the emperor comes, are you qualified? I'm afraid you will go as far as you can." The black turtle was angry.

"Not to mention whether it is powerful or not, but in terms of numbers, there is only one saint out of such a huge human race, and a tortoise will be brought in in the end. What future is there? How can we compare with us?" The person in front The ancient king made it clear that he wanted to fight, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Weak people have no right to speak and have nothing to say." Another ancient king was more direct.

Three of the eleven ancient kings were so aggressive that they sprinkled salt on the wounds of the human race, and they had no intention of sitting down and talking at all.

At this time, the atmosphere on the Tongtiantai was extremely tense, and a war was about to break out. There was no way to talk about peace. This did not involve reason, but a question of qualifications.

Among the eleven saints, one of them who had not spoken all this time spoke up at this time, saying: "The matter is over, there is only one battle. We are just one step ahead, and there is a powerful ancestor king behind us. Erase, what else are you talking about?"

At this point, it is inevitable. If you want to negotiate, you must first have a qualification!

"Okay then, let's fight here." The king in white was very straightforward and didn't say anything more.

"I can't wait." The three ancient kings wearing god iron clothes came to the front, and they were the ones who were aggressive just now.

In the rear, several ancient kings hesitated for a while, but they chose to watch the battle instead of stepping forward.

"In this battle, life and death are facing each other. If you die, there is nothing to talk about, and everything will end here!" one person said forcefully.

They are all wearing holy clothes, and they are almost close to handed down holy soldiers. It is quite terrifying to be able to sacrifice to this stage!There have been many saints since ancient times, but the saint soldiers left behind are too rare.

"Is this the battle platform carved by the Western Emperor? It's very good. It's been a long time since ancient times. I haven't tasted the blood of a human saint for a long time."

The three ancient kings turned into demons, and the bone spurs on their backs rushed to the sky, extremely ferocious.

The God King in white stepped forward and started a big battle among the electric flint flowers. He rushed together with the three of them, and the Immeasurable God pierced the sky.

It has to be said that these three people are extremely powerful, and they have gone a long way on the road of saints, far surpassing ordinary ancestor kings.

Even though the god king in white was amazingly talented, he still didn't gain the upper hand against them alone. Hundreds of rounds passed in a blink of an eye, and the god didn't know how many times he had been attacked.

"During the ancient times, the human race was a subordinate clan of some powerful clans, and they could only survive with this protection. After so many years, they have not changed. They are destined to kneel at the feet of the powerful clans."

An ancient king sneered, deliberately disturbing the mind of the god king, causing his god to fluctuate, looking for opportunities to attack.

"Okay, the battle of life and death!" said the God King, still extremely peaceful, but the shot was even more terrifying.

"Kill!" The gods of the three saints suddenly merged into one, turning into a golden god with radiant light, covering the entire sky, and moving forward to suppress and kill.

"boom!"

The god king Jiang Taixu swung his fist, causing waves to rise up into the sky. His right fist turned into an Eternal Furnace, and his fist passed through the god's body, smashing an ancient king to pieces.

"boom!"

Then, he swung his fists again, and both fists turned into Hengyu Emperor's Furnace. One by one, he knocked out the remaining two people. The rain of blood flew all over the sky, turning into endless blood, and the blood of the ancestor king stained the high platform red.

God King does not kill, not all kills!

Chapter 821

The cold wind, the scarlet blood, the shattered bones, the bright red altar, the center of the God King's Independence Field, the dusty white clothes, not a trace of blood stains, shocked people's hearts, and there was no sound.

Shocking, the three ancient kings were crushed, their bodies died and their dao disappeared, causing many people to convulse their bodies, their spirits trembled, and they wanted to leave their bodies.