Chapter 3261
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"Hahahaha! We didn't die! We survived! "
"That's great. We survived. We won't die!"
"It feels so good to be alive! That's great! "
"No one can kill us!"
"We will obtain eternal life!"
At the last moment.
The Myriad Race Five Patriarchs managed to survive.
The five of them.
They roared as if they had gone mad. They roared loudly.
They didn't want to die.
They wanted to live.
Therefore!
When the Myriad Race Five Patriarchs managed to survive.
Their excitement.
It was hard to suppress.
Not long ago.
They even thought that this time.
They were afraid that they would die.
They hated the feeling of death.
Or rather.
They hated the feeling of death to the core.
To be able to survive.
That was great.
In this world!
There was nothing better than being able to survive.
…
"He failed! The Old Emperor actually failed! "
The cultivators of the nine prefectures were in a daze.
The Old Emperor of the human race was about to succeed.
But in the end.
He failed at the last step.
Was this destined by the Life Seed?
Unknowingly.
The nine prefectures were destroyed.
Everything had long been destined.
So what if they were unwilling?
At this moment, all the cultivators of the nine prefectures fell silent.
The cultivators of the Myriad Race, the extraterrestrial races, and other foreign forces were overjoyed.
Just now.
The Old Emperor of the human race had temporarily recovered to his peak state and almost killed the Myriad Race Five Patriarchs.
They were really scared out of their wits.
Fortunately …
Such a thing didn't happen.
Right now, the cultivators of the Myriad Race, the extraterrestrial races, and other foreign forces felt that the heavens were helping them.
"Go to hell …"
The Myriad Races' Five Ancestors, who had luckily escaped a calamity, only wanted to kill mercilessly.
To restore their inner peace.
The Five Patriarchs of the Myriad Races all charged toward the cultivators of the Nine States.
They wanted to start a massacre.
"Ignite my battle blood, raise my battle sword, bathe in blood, even if I die, I have no regrets!"
A cultivator shouted.
This was the Nine Prefectures Battle Song passed down from the Nine Prefectures.
It was passed down from the old days.
He wondered who had created it.
"Ignite my battle blood, raise my battle sword, bathe in blood, even if I die, I have no regrets!"
Next.
Everyone started singing together.
More than thirty million cultivators of the Nine Regions.
They sang the war song together.
His aura was magnificent.
"Protecting our homeland, spilling our blood on the battlefield, even if I die nine times, I have no regrets!"
The cultivators of the Nine Regions continued to sing the Nine Regions Battle Song.
Countless cultivators.
It soared into the sky.
They charged toward the Myriad Race's Five Ancestors without fear of death.
"Ant-like thing!"
The voice of the Myriad Race Five Ancestors was cold as they slapped out with palm strikes one after another.
Their attacks were simply too powerful.
Every strike.
Both of them could cause unimaginable damage.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Along with the sounds of violent collisions, there was a loud bang.
The cultivators of the Nine Regions.
Their souls were scattered by the Myriad Race Five Ancestors.
They died tragically on the spot.
It was truly tragic.
The cultivators of the Nine Regions wept blood.
Their blood.
It dyed the world red.
However.
This battle.
It seemed to be irreversible.
Lin Feng's eyes were shedding tears of blood.
He saw many old friends.
They all died in this battle.
Such a great battle was too tragic, too tragic, too tragic.
"Woo woo woo …"
The sound of the bugle horn resounded throughout the world.
A gloomy and cold aura.
It filled the air between heaven and earth.
Next.
A dense undead army appeared.
There were simply too many undead army.
They hid to an unbelievable extent.
The undead army combined and tore apart the restrictions of the Myriad Race Five Ancestors.
Then.
The endless undead army charged toward the cultivators of the Myriad Race, the extraterrestrial races, and other foreign forces.
"This is?"
Everyone looked at this scene in shock.
Even the Myriad Race Five Ancestors couldn't help but stop.
They didn't know why such a change would occur.
This undead army.
Where did it come from?
"Gui Da, Gui Er! Go and see what's going on. "
Lin Feng quickly contacted Gui Da and Gui Er and ordered them to go and see what was going on.
After receiving the order, Gui Da and Gui Er quickly went to inquire.
The densely packed undead army charged toward the Myriad Race Five Ancestors.
The Myriad Race Five Ancestors attacked again and again.
A large number of undead army were killed by the Myriad Race Five Ancestors.
However.
There were simply too many undead army.
There was simply no way to kill them all.
Therefore, the Myriad Race Five Ancestors were entangled by the undead army.
As for the Myriad Race, the extraterrestrial races, and other foreign forces, they formed a cultivator army.
After being attacked by the undead army.
A large number of cultivators were killed.
This undead army was very terrifying.
It wasn't that easy to kill.
However.
Cultivators with flesh and blood bodies.
But they were easily killed by these undead.
The Nine Regions Cultivator Army stood in place and watched this scene with their mouths agape.
Those undead were very friendly to them.
They didn't attack the Nine Regions Cultivator Army.
…
"Young Master! We've already found out the news! These years, because the Myriad Race, the extraterrestrial races, and other foreign forces have descended upon the Nine Regions, causing endless slaughter. As a result, too many innocent people have died. Many people's souls couldn't enter the Underworld after their wrongful deaths and eventually turned into evil spirits. The evil spirits devoured each other and finally gave birth to ten Ghost Emperors. These Ghost Emperors have awakened some of their memories when they were alive and hate the Myriad Race, the extraterrestrial races, and other foreign forces very much. Therefore, these Ghost Emperors have gathered all the lonely souls in the Nine Regions to support us! "
Gui Da said.
"What? There's actually such a thing! "
Lin Feng couldn't help but be shocked.
The news that Gui Da brought over was truly shocking.
"Slaughter all the other races!"
At this moment.
A low roar came from the Ghost Army.
Ten Ghost Emperor-level powerhouses appeared and gave the order.
The Ghost Army crazily charged toward the Myriad Race, the extraterrestrial races, and other foreign forces.
Originally, they had 15 million cultivators left on their side.
But it didn't take long.
They lost more than half.
In the end, the remaining 5 million cultivators and the Myriad Race Five Ancestors quickly retreated.
The Myriad Race Five Ancestors' faces were extremely gloomy.
Although they were powerful, they were tied down by the Ghost Army.
No matter how powerful their cultivation was.
But there were only five of them.
And the number of the Ghost Army.
It was endless.
They could exhaust them to death.
"Kill!"
The Nine Regions Cultivator Army roared and attacked together.
They charged toward the Myriad Race, the extraterrestrial races, and other foreign forces.
At the same time.
An immortal sword tore through the void and slashed toward one of the ancestors of the Myriad Race.
At this moment, a cultivator walked out with a wine gourd.
It was the Wine Sword Immortal, Li Taixuan.
He used the Sword Kinesis Technique to kill one of the ancestors of the Myriad Race.
After the Wine Sword Immortal, Li Taixuan appeared.
The Mu Clan's Patriarch.
The Destruction Patriarch.
Burial of the Nine Generations.
The Old Farmer.
The four great experts also appeared through the void.
Each powerhouse had locked onto one of the Primogenitors.
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