Gaowu: The Strongest Legend in Mythology

The Fan family has fallen into despair.

The casualties were extremely heavy.

Corpses strewn on the ground, hell is not enough to describe it.

More than half of the clan members were killed in a bloody feud.

But Patriarch Fan was unable to blame anything.

This is war.

This is the law of the jungle.

All truths in the world are made by the strong, while the weak can only tremble.

And the rise of any behemoth will not be smooth sailing. It must be achieved through countless corpses and countless bloodshed.

His Fan family is just a stepping stone, a representative.

Ancestor Fan has gone crazy.

The road ahead is cut off.

There were shocking scars all over his body.

He burned his origins regardless of the cost, trying to open a way out.

But both Hongshan and Yudu also burned their holy origins, regardless of the cost.

The two of them knew that although they could suppress Patriarch Fan, killing the Holy Saint was not that easy.

And as long as the Fan family can be destroyed, there will naturally be a large number of magical objects to help them recover after they return.

The Hongshan Demonic Sword struck out and struck Patriarch Fan on his waist.

Suddenly, blood flowed out.

Ancestor Fan covered his wound and was almost cut off, but this injury was just one of them.

"Who can save my Fan family?"

Ancestor Fan looked up to the sky and roared.

He believed that the entire Xuantian knew about the battle here, but no rescue had been seen yet.

He knows better.

It's not that the Lord of the Icefield doesn't want to save him, but it's just that he really can't and can't leave the Icefield.

Daqian is also facing a fierce attack from the Shengxuan Dynasty, and he is afraid that he will be too weak.

I don't hate others, I only hate myself for being powerless.

He regretted it very much. If he had known earlier, he would have listened to the Lord of the Icefield and moved all his people to the Icefield, otherwise he would not have ended up like this.

"Kill means death. Even if I risk my life, I will drag you into the water. It doesn't matter if I die!"

Ancestor Fan is very tough.

Not afraid of death.

I won’t kneel down and beg for mercy.

This is the dignity of a saint!

"Courage is commendable, but you must die!"

Hongshan admired Patriarch Fan's courage, and suddenly the ferocious demonic energy burst out violently, impacting the towering sky, and the roaring terrifying power was too shocking.

The magic sword slashed wildly.

Yu Du cooperated.

Ancestor Fan is in danger.

"The last battle in this life!"

Ancestor Fan closed his eyes.

At this time, he calmed down.

Life is like a passing cloud, passing by in an instant.

His life was also very brilliant and wonderful.

"Hahaha, it's worth it!"

Ancestor Fan suddenly laughed.

His whole body became violent, and his aura was like a scorching sun light source, a star dying, giving out its final light and heat.

"Be careful, he's going to kill himself!"

Yu didn't dare to be careless.

They are not Li Jing, who have the power to kill the Holy Saint alone.

"Yu Du, my ancestor has a hard time, and I won't make it easy for you!"

Patriarch Fan stared at Yu Du, feeling no fear at all. At the last moment, it would be nothing more than death.

If he kills himself, the entire Fan family will perish, and countless people will die because of him.

But he knew better that even if he didn't take action, he would fall into the massacre of others.

"Beware of him!"

Hongshan and Yu both stood in front.

But at the last moment.

The void crashed open.

The torrential sea of ​​blood lashed out at the sky, like walking through hell. The breath of incomparable blood descended on the battlefield, bringing a bone-chilling chill to people.

In the blood sea, there are hundreds of thousands of blood-armored figures, like bloody Shura from hell.

They appeared on the Fan family battlefield.

"Things have changed!"

Ancestor Fan's expression changed drastically, he stared at the sea of ​​blood, and said in surprise: "It's the Dagan people who massacred the army, the killing god Bai Qi!"

The man-slaughtering army is definitely famous.

Help is coming.

There is still hope for his Fan family and they will not die!

Unexpectedly, the helping hand that appeared in the Fan family in the end would be the Daqian Dynasty.

He didn't blame the Lord of the Icefield. He knew that the other party was powerless and only hated his own lack of strength.

But this time the massacre of the army appeared, so the leader must be Na Bai Qi.

Bai Qi didn't know much about him, he only knew that he was the God of Death.

"There's still help!"

Yu Du stared at the Tujun army: "Hongshan, this is the Daqian Tujun army. It is famous for its killings, and the general in front is Bai Qi. He has reached Tiansheng. He practices the way of killing. Don't underestimate him." Strength."

He was afraid that Hong Shan would underestimate Bai Qi.

Hong Shan said: "A strong man in the way of killing, don't worry, I'm not that stupid and I won't underestimate you."

He knew very well that strong men in the killing path were terrifying, and fighting against adversity was not a myth to them.

He had seen it in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons, and even the Holy Ancestor was afraid of the Holy One.

The battle in the sea of ​​ten thousand demons has developed the character of fighting with all one's strength.

now.

Collision of killing intent.

Both the Human Slaughter Army and the Demonic Evil Army are extremely murderous legions.

It's all the same, indifferent to others and even more indifferent to yourself.

But people slaughter the army for the sake of national supremacy. They have their own pursuit of beliefs, and they do not kill for the sake of killing.

The people slaughtered the army and their fighting spirit increased.

It's chess that meets your opponent.

They met an opponent that was exciting enough for them.

The soul of killing is burning.

"According to His Majesty's order, rush to the aid of the Fan family!"

Bai Qi said coldly.

"I am grateful for the rescue from Emperor Daqian!"

Old Ancestor Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can we fight again?" Bai Qi asked.

"General Bai Qi, don't worry, these injuries are nothing, we can still fight!"

Ancestor Fan puffed up his chest.

"He gives it to you, and he gives it to me."

Bai Qi wants to fight the strongest Hongshan.

"General Bai Qi, why don't you let me deal with this ferocious evil in Hongshan, and we can fight and retreat at the same time?"

Ancestor Fan hesitated a little.

"You can't stop him."

Bai Qi only said this.

Ancestor Fan nodded.

Since Bai Qi has this confidence, then leave it to him.

None of the Da Gan people should be treated with common sense.

"The emperor's heart is like a needle on the seabed, unpredictable!"

Ancestor Fan is not a fool. He knows that everything today is a game between the two emperors, and he is just a player in the game, the one who was hurt the most.

Bai Qi should have arrived at the battlefield long ago.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that he appeared so punctually when he was about to risk his life.

But Bai Qi has been holding back.

He has been waiting for the Fan family to fall into despair.

A timely help.

Still the icing on the cake.

He is very clear.

If Daqian had provided rescue at the beginning of the war, they would have been able to exit the battlefield with minimal losses and avoid such tragic casualties.