1161: C1161 A Descendant of the Sun will Never be a Slave

C1161 A Descendant of the Sun will Never be a Slave

"My god, almost the strongest dao in West Earth World, is here! This time, the Maolin City will definitely be flattened! "

Seeing this, Crown Prince of Extreme Cold's expression changed greatly. He looked at his father, Xuan Bing, and hesitated to speak.

Even if Ming Ruyi and the twelve strongest elders were here, they would not be able to withstand such an attack and would be killed in seconds.

Furthermore, even if Jiang Tian had not devoured the Gold Pill, his Cultivation Level had always been a set of mid Foundation.

extreme cold said, that the army had passed through the Tioulang and Yun Lan, but no army had reported it here, these two king had clearly surrendered!

Then what are we waiting for? Defeat was like a landslide. If one could not withstand it, a gentleman would not be able to stand against a wall!

"There are so many Gold Pill. This time, Church of Longevity will be in for a disaster!"

Fairy Luo Mei's beautiful face paled.

The weakest of them all, if she were to challenge them, she wouldn't be able to match up.

Even if Jiang Tian had killed Ming Ruyi who was known to have the strength of infantile stagnation, he might not even be their opponent!

Although Ming Ruyi was powerful, the Bath Blood Transformation Mysterious Technique could not take in Blood Essence s from others.

If they really were to fight, she might not necessarily be Feng Huoliancheng's opponent, furthermore, this place was not just Feng Huoliancheng.

Therefore, even if Jiang Tian defeated Ming Ruyi, he did not have the confidence to say that he would definitely be able to resolve today's crisis!

"Don't kill us! We were just forced to attend the ceremony! "

Luo Qi was so scared that his face turned pale and he trembled. He immediately kowtowed on the ground and kowtowed like he was kowtowing.

When she kneeled, many strong person s bowed down, turned their heads, and surrendered to the Demon Army.

Mou Bilian walked over to Fan Xiuzhu's side and quickly said something, but Fan Xiuzhu glared at her and firmly shook his head.

"A gentleman is not guilty, his wealth is his sin!"

Faced with this situation, the white beard's Great Elder was at his wit's end as he sighed and said:

"buddha fruit covets the vast world of Northern Territory! If Jiang Taichu had killed the The Sect Leader of the Longevity Sect and calmly left, he wouldn't have suffered such a calamity! But unfortunately, the buddha fruit wants to get rid of him, as the future ruler of this world! "

And Yellowish Tribes, who was used to suppress them, was even more depressed, as if they had lost their parents.

They had thought that they had been saved. They had thought that they had received protection. Thus, they had thought that they would be able to straighten their backs and become human beings.

But now, it had become fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

If Jiang Tian did not surrender, zhuangqiang would kill him until Jiang Tian admitted defeat!

At this time, the auras of the Gold Pill Stage expert poured down like a torrential river, intimidating everyone within a ten kilometer radius and firmly enveloping the entire Maolin City.

Yellowish Tribes was pressed down to the ground. If Mou Bohu had not activated the Great City Barrier Formation, hundreds of thousands of people would have died.

When facing a life and death decision, are you, Jiang Taichu, going to fight, or flee?

In battle, only death awaited him!

Escape? Can you escape?

, oh Jiang Taichu, you don't eat the words of an old man, if you lose then it's right in front of you, if you leave early, wouldn't that be fine?

Li Wuji held his wrist and sighed, he pounded his chest and stamped his feet, wanting to cry but no tears came out.

He swept a glance at the Yellowish race s who were pressed to the point of crawling on the ground.

"If it weren't for us, they would have already been wiped out like Huang Gu. We have already helped them a lot and have done our best. They are completely cumbersome, let's not bother about them anymore, and fly out of the tight encirclement, back to the Church of Longevity, open transfer array, and return to the Earth Realm! Fellow Daoists Tai Chu, you are an unparalleled Sect Leader. You are wise and farsighted, you will definitely agree with me, right? "

"Life is greater than the Heavens!"

Jiang Tian lightly shook his head, his gaze full of thought, and said: "You and I are people who can't even protect our own tribesmen, what else can we cultivate? The strong person was fighting for the sake of protecting the weakling! The hot blood of the strong person should flow for the weakling! "

"Are you stupid!?"

Li Wuji's face was filled with fear, he was so anxious that he almost jumped:

"These Yellowish race are from the same root as us, but I'm afraid they're from the same era as us. It's been tens of thousands of years, and after so long, their bloodline has changed.

At this moment.

Among them, a man from the Yanhuang stood up and roared loudly, "Yellowish race will never be a slave!"

He was the Martial Cultivator, a Cultivation Level equivalent to Qi Disciple level 1 or 2. In this world, he completely belonged to the weakling.

However, he was not afraid of death. Holding onto a kitchen knife, he rushed towards the sky.

Pow!

Wang Xiancao looked at him with contempt and flicked his finger.

A Qi Sword about a hundred meters long erupted. It was dazzling and extremely sharp. If he were to cut it, then the only path for him would be death.

"Wang Xiancao, you've done it. You actually dared to kill someone in front of my eyes!"

With a low shout, a Gengjin Sword Light flashed out and smashed Wang Xiancao's Sword Qi into pieces.

"Jiang Taichu, you really care about them a lot."

Seeing that his Qi Sword was cut down, Wang Xiancao was surprised, this brat's Gengjin Qi was so strong and sharp, to the point that it could not compare to his own Sword Qi.

However, his face was filled with a savage smile as he coldly snorted:

"Then, just surrender. "You are extremely capable. You can escape, but can you save all of them?"

"Sect Leader Tai Chu, kill your way out. Don't worry about us! "

A Old Man stood up, his expression calm.

Jiang Tian recognized him.

It was one of the escapees Jiang Tian and the others saved when they left the Church of Longevity.

"Dirty Old Man, you aren't afraid of death! How dare you stand up, and not kneel down at all! "

Wang Xiancao was furious, he glared at the Old Man and bellowed.

"Afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of? We used to fear you and revere you, but you still killed us! "

Old Man bent his waist, but his aura was not weak at all.

"We originally had a nation with a population of ten million, but you killed us and left us with only a few tens of thousands!"

"Kneel? What do you have to make us kneel for! "

"In our Yellowish race, we have Gold s on our knees. We kneel to the heavens, we kneel to our parents, and we kneel to our ancestors. Because, all of you are not worthy of kneeling down to! "

"I have lived enough, or more accurately, without the help of Sect Leader Tai Chu, I would have died long ago! Today, you dare to threaten Tai Chu? Even if I have to sacrifice my old bones, I will fight it out with you! "

"Don't you know that I'm known as the Sword Saint? Killing you is like killing a chicken! " Wang Xiancao was cold and merciless, he flicked his finger again.

"Chi!"

This Qi Sword swept past Old Man's ears and cut the bronze statue of Jiang Tian behind him into two!

When everyone saw this, their hearts jumped. As expected of the Sword Saint of this generation, such a strong Sword Qi, he could probably cut a mountain!

"Aren't you all going to kneel and submit?"

Wang Xiancao's eyes were filled with contempt, and he said indifferently: "If you no longer submit, everyone must die!"

"If you don't surrender, your fates will be the same as this bronze statue. Is your head stronger than a bronze statue?"

Wang Xiancao threatened.

The crowd fell silent.

The vast Maolin City was in complete silence.

Many of the Yellowish race s revealed deep fear on their faces. Some of the children trembled in fear and tears streamed down their cheeks.

"Sect Leader Tai Chu, we will fight our way out together with you. Don't kneel to them or submit to them, who do they think they are!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman stood up. Her eyes were slightly red and teary, but her delicate waist was perfectly straight and her gaze was fearless.

This woman was also saved by Jiang Tian and the others.

Her son, who was still a baby, had once been smashed to death by a friar from the Long River Sect.

"Let True Immortal Tai Chu kneel down to you, or else kill us? You are dreaming! "

Immediately after, a young man from Yanhuang stood up and bellowed: If you want to kill True Immortal, then step over our corpses!

"We will never be slaves!"

"True Immortal Tai Chu, fight them!"

Boom boom boom!

Yellowish race s stood up one after another, and in that instant, an entire three hundred thousand of them roared out together towards the sky!

Each and every one of them had a surging fighting spirit and were fearless in the face of death. Their blood was boiling, and their voices were like thunder!

A surge of hot blood flowed and surged in the Maolin City. An indomitable and indomitable fighting spirit soared into the sky, shaking everyone's hearts.

In this world, the Yellowish race was extremely weak.

They were treated as Huang Gu, the lowly commoners of Ants s came to rob and kill them, and they fled in exile, suffering heavy casualties.

Each of them bore a deep grudge against the sea of blood!

Once, they were very afraid of these existences that were similar to gods, but today, they were willing to die for Jiang Tian!1

Jiang Tian was their savior, and even more so their hope!

They were not willing for Jiang Tian to surrender in order to protect their lives, and bow his head to these hypocritical and brutal West Earthling!

...

At this time, battleships and Cloud Tower s, all of them at full strength, began to attack the Maolin City's defensive array.

One by one, the friar s formed into a torrent of energy, pouring down like a torrent. Under the command of the Gold Pill and the Building Foundation Expert, they formed into a square formation, surrounding the entire Maolin City, continuously attacking the defensive spell formation!

Alone, these friar s didn't think much of it. With a hundred thousand or a few hundred thousand people working together, even the Gold Pill Stage expert wouldn't be able to withstand it.

BOOM!

Rays of light filled the sky, and void vibrated. In an army formation, a hundred thousand cultivator army s from the fetishism took out their Red Lotus Earthen Flames and attacked together.

The defensive Light Shield rippled like water as it caved in a huge whirlpool with a radius of a thousand meters, almost splitting apart.

This spell formation was formed by Jiang Tian himself. It cost a lot of spirit stones and under Mou Bohu's leadership, they were urgently arranged, it was called the Heavenly Gold Clock Formation. If it was activated at full strength, it could withstand multiple attacks from the Soul Formation Expert.

But a million friar s came in formation. Heavenly Lightning Earthen Fire, Buddhist light and demonic qi came out together, and with every attack, a hundred thousand friar gathered together. They were comparable to a single strike from a Gold Pill.

Attacking a spell formation was only a matter of time.

As for Wang Xiancao and the other Gold Pill Stage expert, they had already arrived early and surrounded Jiang Tian, ready to start the battle.

At this time, countless gazes were gathered on Jiang Tian, waiting for his decision.

Mou Bohu, Mou Hongdie were full of worry, Luo Mei was nervous, the Great Clan Elder, the white beard, was full of pity, the Prince Moyang's eyes were filled with ridicule, Mu Yang secretly snickered, Li Wuji's entire body was shivering, he only wanted to turn around and run, the profound ice and extreme cold were both in doubt, but Tang Linglong's gaze was filled with overflowing fighting intent and killing intent.

As for Wang Xiancao and the others, they looked down at Jiang Tian as if he was a Ants.

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