MM Racing Chapter 210 The Transformation of the Million Race
Chapter 210 The Transformation of the Million Race
East China Sea coast.
The ground was blood-colored, like a purgatory on earth.
This is war, which ruthlessly devours life.
Dijiang gathered all the Wu tribe's army and headed towards Buzhou Mountain.
All the ancestor witches were basically injured.
Now they can't even use the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation.
Di Jun and others were watching in secret.
As long as Di Jiang dared to attack Kunpeng again, Di Jun would definitely attack.
The catastrophe of the human race is over.
You still want to bully the demon master, see if my demon clan beats you or not, it will be over.
Kunpeng and even the monster masters of the monster clan, these are organized existences.
What's the matter, he can be regarded as the third in command of the Yaozu.
Anyway, Styx and Taoist Mosquito, they don't care about the affairs of the monster race.
In a flash.
The Wu army withdrew from the coast of the East China Sea.
On the vast land, there are only a few people left.
Kunpeng, Suiren clan, Youchao clan, Ziyi clan.
They quietly looked at the blood-colored earth.
"The human race should have suffered such a catastrophe, and I can't do anything about it."
"Let's go, go to the ancestral land of the human race."
Kunpeng took the third ancestor of the human race and flew into the distance.
After a while, they walked into the human temple.
The tens of billions of people, looking at the four of them, gradually fell into despair.
Thousands of billions of human races will eventually be wiped out.
Martial arts of the human race have only been passed down for tens of thousands of years.
The Wu clan does not control Zhoushan, and its strength is tyrannical.
The catastrophe of the human race has long been determined.
It took countless resources to cultivate four thousand martial saints.
Now, all the details are in vain.
"Master, I hate it."
"Witch Clan, I am sworn to death with them."
"The way of heaven is unfair, let our human race suffer such a disaster."
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The sound of cursing and wailing was mixed.
Most of the tens of billions of humans sat weakly on the ground and cried.
The human race should be self-reliant.
Thousands of trillions of blood have not yet awakened them.
"This seat will go first."
"The human race will be handed over to you for the time being."
Kunpeng's face was gloomy, he escaped into the void, and went to retreat to heal his injuries.
The performance of the tens of billions of humans disappointed Kunpeng.
In the prehistoric world, the strong are respected, and all things compete to survive.
The human race's own strength is not enough, but they can only blame others.
This behavior was noticed by Kunpeng.
"Shut up."
Suirenshi suddenly let out a roar.
"Tillions of people from the human race are all dead."
"You are crying here, get out of here."
"Get out of the ancestral land of the human race and see the blood shed by the heroes of the human race."
Impassioned, contains Suirenshi's grief and disappointment.
The third ancestor of their human race is still too fond of the human race.
They should be shown the blood spilled by their kindred.
"You two just keep an eye on them."
"If you are not a strong enemy, you should not protect yourself."
Suiren was a little tired, so he gave instructions to Youchao and Ziyi, and then walked to the depths of the temple.
The tens of billions of human races all walked out of the protective formation.
Before their eyes was a barren land.
The world seemed to be soaked in blood.
Bloody sand filled the sky, full of bloody smell.
Devastated everywhere, mountains and rivers shattered.
The shore of the East China Sea was originally a blessed land for the human race, but now it is extremely barren.
Human blood, witch blood, soaked the earth.
You can even see the tens of thousands of blood rivers flowing mightily towards the Nether Blood Sea.
"No!"
"The human race should be self-improving. I, Zhang San, must practice hard in the future and avenge this bloody sea."
A middle-aged man wiped away the tears from his eyes, full of fighting spirit.
"Add me, Li Si."
"And I."
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After witnessing the cruel battlefield, the tens of billions of humans finally came to their senses.
The human race should be self-improving, not just talking empty words, but really working hard to practice.
With the end of this farce, the human race set off a frenzy of cultivation.
The one billion human race in Wuzhuang Temple was taken back to the ancestral land of the human race by the Suiren clan.
Today's human race has to start from scratch.
Martial arts, the way of golden core.
The strength of the human race is slowly recovering.
Everyone knows.
The root cause of this human catastrophe is that the human race is too weak.
Shouyang Mountain.
Eight Views Palace.
"My ancestor will leave first, thank you fellow daoist for your hospitality."
Taoist Mosquito said something, then turned and left.
Lao Tzu's face was gloomy, as if water was about to drip.
Nima's thanks for the hospitality.
Taoist Mosquito drank blood on his own, and I didn't even look him in the face.
Now that the catastrophe is over, Daoist Mosquito left.
In the catastrophe of the human race, Lao Tzu suffered heavy losses.
The Renjiao was directly expelled from the human race, and all luck was taken back by Kunpeng.
Big loss.
I feel very distressed.
"Nuwa, it's all your fault."
"Wait, Pindao will make you pay the price."
Lao Tzu's face was grim, he gritted his teeth and said.
If it weren't for Nuwa's obstruction, Lao Tzu would not have lost all the luck of the human race.
The karma between him and Nuwa was settled, but Lao Tzu was directly kicked out of the human race.
This business is a big loss.
Compared with Laozi, Nuwa's situation is not much better.
She only has one adult family luck left.
Nuwa's realm almost fell.
In order to re-stabilize her state, Nuwa entered the deep retreat of Wa Palace.
Yuanshi and Tongtian didn't respond at all.
Just in the meantime.
The Jiejiao disciples of Jinbie Island harmed the Donghai people.
In the end, Chen Beixuan, the Void Demon Dragon, sent out the Shui Clan to massacre hundreds of Tongtian's disciples.
Tong Tian was furious, but Chen Beixuan held him down and gave him a big stick.
Tongtian returned to Biyou Palace with many scars.
During this period, Daozu Hongjun did not show up.
Definitely not because of cowardice.
It was Hongjun who wanted Chen Beixuan to help educate his disciples.
As for Yuanshi on Kunlun Mountain, he was still watching a play, and there was no wave in the ancient well.
The two saints of the West are still lingering in Mount Sumeru.
The two of them are still dreaming of the dream of prosperity in the West.
Even Jieying unintentionally comprehended the Dao of Dreams.
It can be said that Huang Liang has a dream, starting from the introduction.
33 Chongtian.
"Master, is Bai Ze okay?"
Di Jun and Tai Yi looked concerned.
They watched Bai Ze blew himself up.
"It's not a serious problem, it's just that the body is completely destroyed and the consciousness is not revealed."
Styx looked relaxed, anyway, he wasn't the one who died.
"When Bai Ze becomes a saint, his consciousness will naturally recover."
"You go back."
Styx swept Dijun and Taiyi out of the door.
"This day is really boring."
"System, did you give me Kangkang the film?"
Styx woke up the system out of boredom.
"Do not you upset."
"There are so many women in Honghuang, go sleep with them."
The system rolled its eyes.
If I knew it earlier, I would bind this guy Styx later.
Now that the realm is high, I just annoy him every day.
"I'm not keeping myself clean."
Styx said with a cheeky face.
"Fuck off, I'm leaving, don't call me if you have nothing to do."
"You are already in the late stage of Hunyuan Wuji Luo Jinxian, and you have already left the Novice Village."
The system gave Styx a disgusted look, and then disappeared.
33 Chongtian, and returned to silence.