Fang Yun looked at Yuan Wan and suddenly recalled the first time he met Yuan Wan outside the Gods Bestow Mountain. At that time, Yuan Wan had a strange expression, and Fang Yun thought that he had seen wrongly. He didn't pay much attention to it, but now, he understood why.
It turned out that Yuan Wan already had the Saint Path Eight-sided Sword. If Fang Yun was in danger, he would have used it earlier.
When Yuan Wan used the Saint Path Eight-sided Sword, a bull barbarian emperor beside him roared, and a thousand-foot-long bull horn formed in the sky. The horn was crystal clear like jade, and its saint aura spread out, and the bull's cries continued.
The two races worked together to suppress the power of the barbarians' saint treasure.
The ordinary barbarians were shocked, but the emperors present were not shocked. Instead, they were happy.
The Lion Emperor laughed and said, "Your Highness is right. There must be demons coming to help, and we have to pretend to be weak and catch them all. What are you two waiting for? "
At that moment, the saint aura around the two werewolf emperors expanded like fire. Then, a layer of steel armor appeared under their feet and kept spreading, and finally covered the two werewolves.
Half-saint Battle Form.
A two-headed giant wolf statue slowly rose, and thousands of saint light shone, covering the two werewolves wearing Half-saint Battle Form.
The saint aura of the giant wolf statue did not dissipate, but the aura formed by the treasures of the two races kept retreating, and it was difficult to suppress the barbarians.
The two races were shocked.
This was something that would only happen when a Half-saint or his incarnation controlled a treasure. This Half-saint treasure alone was equivalent to three.
"Actually, I also got a little thing."
Then, a snake emperor laughed and spat out a poisonous cloud in the sky, as if there was a giant beast struggling inside. The barbarians nearby were so scared that they moved away.
It was another broken Half-saint treasure.
The moment the poisonous cloud appeared, the Barbarian Blood Flag in the sky above the Barbarian Tribe suddenly grew furiously in the wind and soared even higher into the sky, turning into a thousand-foot-long golden iron flag. It clanged and emitted a very faint Saint Force that landed on all the Barbarians.
The Barbarian Sacred Flag!
The crowd of Barbarian Demons was overjoyed. They didn't expect that the gathering of so many treasures would form a force that only Half-saint Barbarian Demons could form in person.
This was genuine Saint Power. Although it was extremely thin, its nature was above the Saint Qi of the Saint Burial Valley.
When Fang Yun saw the Saint Power, he was curious. He did not expect that the Power of Decay that he had worked so hard to obtain would be on par with the Saint Power. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the Barbarian Holy Flag was absorbing the power of the five Half-saint treasures. Only then did he understand the reason.
The human race and the Star Demon Brute Race gradually converged. The Star Demon Brute Race also slowed down their speed towards Fang Yun and began to fight steadily, guarding against Fang Yun's trickery to break into the Blood Graveyard.
The Lion Emperor roared, "Your two clans are weak, yet you stand up for Fang Yun. You are like moths flying into a flame, seeking your own destruction. If you don't help Fang Yun, only Fang Yun will die. If you help Fang Yun, all of you will die in the Saint Burial Valley! "
"The place where the Saint is buried, my body is buried. What regrets do I have in death?" Yi Zhishi stood with his pen in his hand. His eyes were like stars, and his body was like a mountain.
The Lion Emperor laughed. "Yi Zhishi, you don't understand reason. You were severely injured by the Demon Emperor's Forbidden Divine Wood, and your Saint Path was interrupted. You don't even know if you can live past next year, yet you are still talking nonsense. You really deserve to die."
"With the Righteous Qi in me, why should I fear death?" Yi Zhishi raised his head proudly. His Righteous Qi was overflowing. It seemed like a subtle force, but it pushed away the Saint Power of the Barbarian Demons' treasures.
The Lion Emperor was not angry. He roared arrogantly, "Fang Yun's helpers, come out. Who else?"
"By the Tree Lord's decree, we are to protect the talents of our clan."
At this moment, a mountain suddenly exploded, and a majestic figure rose from the ground, breaking out of the ground and reaching thousands of feet.
The Barbarian Demons looked over and were all shocked.
The giant had a strange appearance. Its body was greenish-black, with a hint of gold in the black. It had four legs that were hundreds of feet thick, and they were divided into four directions. They were like four curved pillars supporting its body.
On its four legs, its body was like a tower, and it was eight thousand feet tall.
Humans had arms on both sides, but this giant was different. The four sides of its body were densely packed with pairs of giant arms. The hands on each side were clasped together, and the arms were side by side, like four giant shells.
Then, the arms on the four sides of its body separated, like a giant clam opening its shell, or like thousands of leaves parting, neat and beautiful.
Then, all the arms slowly turned and faced forward. There were four layers of arms on each side, and there were a total of 88 arms and 88 hands.
Divine light flashed on each of the giant hands. Every time the light flashed, it formed a weapon.
There were serrated knives, beheading swords, copper-headed staffs, hundred-jointed whips, tasseled spears, octagonal hammers, sea tridents, sky halberds …
None of the 88 divine weapons were the same, and they all exuded a fierce aura.
As soon as the weapons appeared, killing intent rose. Twelve bronze drums appeared behind the giant.
The drums sounded without moving, and it was extremely demonic. With every sound, blood-colored saint power gushed out and poured into the giant's body, making the surface of the giant's body even redder.
There was no head on the giant's body.
Suddenly, a pitch-black crack appeared in the center of each of the 88 upper arms, and a giant golden eye with blood-colored pupils appeared in each crack.
The 88 giant eyes looked down on the world, and the ferocious figure hundreds of thousands of feet tall looked down on the world.
It was as if a god had descended, as if a saint was in front.
It was once an ancient ferocious being, and now it was one of the four ancient ferocious beasts.
The Hundred Arms.
Seeing the appearance of the Hundred Arms, even with many treasures, the barbarians were frightened. Some of them were so scared that they fell to the ground and peed in their pants.
The power of the Hundred Arms had deterred the barbarians for thousands of generations.
The Hundred Arms Tribe had never produced an ancestor, and the strongest was only a Supreme Saint. However, the Hundred Arms Great Saint had never died in a battle with an ancestor!
The Hundred Arms Emperor could not be canonized without killing a saint.
"Greetings, Hundred Arms."
A loud voice resounded through the sky. The 88 arms and 88 weapons were like thousands of blooming lotuses. It was a different kind of beauty.
Even though they knew that there was a backup plan, even though they knew that they had the upper hand, the barbarians still instinctively retreated, not daring to look at the Hundred Arms.
Fang Yun looked at the huge Hundred Arms and smiled. "We've met before."
The Hundred Arms blinked its 88 eyes as if to answer.
The demonic drums sounded, and the barbarians were silent for a moment.
"The Hundred Arms? You fought side by side with my ancestor. "
A frivolous voice sounded, and everyone looked over.
They saw hundreds of dark blood-colored dragons rising from the mountains not far away, and the one in the lead was thousands of feet long.
Different from ordinary Dragons, these dragons had large tendons protruding under their scales, making the scales translucent, and the black bulging tendons could be vaguely seen.
The pitch-black tendons were densely packed and twisted, and it was extremely terrifying.
These dragons had black eyes and golden pupils, silver teeth and purple tongues, and their bodies exuded an evil power.
When the Hundred Dragons gathered, it actually made people feel that they were sin, and they were evil.
The descendants of the Hell Suppressing Evil Dragon, the Evil Dragon Tribe, the source of the destruction of the Dragons.
Not only did the humans feel cold when they saw the Evil Dragon Tribe, but even the barbarians and barbarians felt cold all over. Although the Evil Dragon Tribe gave up on being enemies with the barbarians and barbarians in the end of the Ancient Demon Tribe, they were notorious in the early stages.
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