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Blood Sacrifice One Hundred Thousand, Treating Death as Home!

“Bei Mang will never surrender!”

Waves of roars came from the camp of the Beimang army, and a decisive breath rose from the sky and the earth.

People in Beimang don’t reject the way of magic, it’s because they have the will of madness in their bones.

At this moment, everyone can see clearly.

Even though Tuoba Bodhisattva has become the realm of immortality, he is still no match for Yingxuan.

It has even reached the point where he will burn his own soul as a lure to forge a magical weapon, and he will die with Yingxuan.

“Yingxuan, don’t underestimate me from Beimang!”

“Let’s die together!”

“Bei Mang will never surrender!”

Accompanied by roars, clusters of crimson rays of light rose from the formation, and flew towards Tuoba Bodhisattva like moths to a flame.

In an instant, Zhong Liang, Xue Songguan, Duan Bo’er and others among the top ten demons in Beimang immediately began to reverse their luck and burn their own cultivation base.

They want to burn their divine will and bless Tuoba Bodhisattva with everything.

Looking at this scene, the empress looked a little moved, and opened her mouth to stop it.

Beimang is already doomed to lose Tuoba Bodhisattva. If he loses up-and-comers like Zhongliang, Beimang will be doomed forever.

However, she looked at Ying Xuan who was still calm at this moment, and her dissuading words stopped abruptly.

If Yingxuan cannot be defeated today, there is still a future in Beimang.

Even if these people are alive, she has already taken away all of Bei Mang’s luck, and there will be few heroes within a hundred years.

At this time, Taiping Ling beside her sighed:

“In the past, many acts of lawlessness have hurt many heroes in Beimang. If you can’t help me break through Liyang in Beimang, and you can’t keep Beimang in peace, I, the emperor, will be a failure.”

“To be able to give everything for Beimang, I deserve to die today!”

After saying that, Tai Ping Ling’s whole body suddenly burst into a thousand magnificence, and he laughed out loud, burning all the energy and spirit of his whole body, and threw it towards the divine will gun.

“In the next life, I will still be from Beimang!”

Boom!

The flesh and blood exploded, and the pervasive blood mist engulfed all the vitality around it, and swept towards the long spear frantically.

The Beimang people really bet everything at this moment.

one person.

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Ten people.

Hundreds of people.

“Brothers, I’ll go first¨‖!”

“Hahaha, I will be a Beimang person in my next life!”

“What Ninth Young Master, I’m bah!”

“I would rather die than accept!”

Many people from Jiang Hu who Yingxuan didn’t care about in the past, began to burn everything in themselves, and merged all their power into Tuoba Bodhisattva’s magic weapon.

In an instant.

The situation in the world changed, and the entire sky was covered with a layer of blood.

The howling wind let out a roar like howling ghosts and gods, and countless ghost-like shadows appeared in the sky, and then merged into the spear.

“Bei Mang!”

“Bei Mang!”

It wasn’t just them, even the Beimang soldiers yelled and swung their knives and killed themselves on the spot. Hot blood spurted out, staining their clothes and the ground red.

However, they did not sacrifice in vain.

Their blood seemed to have vitality, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, flowing upstream to the sky, frantically gathering towards Tuoba Bodhisattva.

In an instant.

The originally black and yellow long spear was immediately rendered red.

Strange and bloody.

There is even a fierce aura of death as home.

As more people sacrificed their lives, the sky also changed color, like a sea of ​​blood capsized, filled with endless blood.

Amid the blood energy of the Beimang people, the luck wolf that had dissipated most of it gradually became solidified.

But its color is no longer the majestic, bright, and pure yellow of the past. Instead, it is filled with a strange and bloody red.

FierceThe brutal coercion came from the sky.

The place where the royal court is located, with a radius of thousands of miles, suddenly felt like entering the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Snowflakes like goose feathers floated in the sky.

It’s just that this snowflake is not pure white, but a strange red.

Roar!

Roar!

The roar shattered the flowing clouds in the sky, and created ripples again.

Infinite killing intent filled the space between heaven and earth.

It seems that the world here is about to condense a layer of frost.

However, when the roaring sound had not completely stopped.

The condensed luck wolf suddenly slammed into the divine spear in front of Tuoba Bodhisattva.

Buzz!

The world shook suddenly.

The long spear seemed to have life and spirituality, and suddenly burst into a scarlet light of tens of feet.

At the same time, an extremely fierce wave was transmitted from the spear, and a white mark seemed to be drawn in the space between slight tremors.

“Ho ho ho…”

Tuoba Bodhisattva was panting heavily, the huge blood essence in his whole body had been burned out, and his whole body looked as if it was exhausted.

But a pair of eyes were full of divine light, staring closely at Ying Xuan.

By this time, he had reached his limit.

The soldier of divine will in front of him has also reached its limit.

With so many people offering sacrifices, this weapon of divine will completely exceeded his expectations.

Even though Yingxuan’s realm exceeded his expectations and considerations, he felt that with this divine weapon, he would definitely be able to seriously injure Yingxuan.

This is no longer an ordinary method.

Even though Yingxuan’s physical strength was unimaginably tyrannical, his divine soul would definitely not be able to resist this divine weapon.

“what!”

“what!”

“what!”

One sound after another, and the last sound was like a thunderclap, resounding for thousands of miles around.

Tuoba Bodhisattva laughed three times in a row, and immediately controlled the divine will soldier in front of him, locked onto Ying Xuan firmly, and stabbed fiercely.

“`~Go!”

The spear is like a rainbow piercing the sun.

It’s more like a meteor falling to the ground, fierce, vicious, and inevitable, as if the space is locked.

The sky seemed to be split in two, leaving bright red blood.

Boom boom boom!

The originally dilapidated Beimang Palace below was crushed in an instant.

The ground was even torn apart with a huge crack that was three feet deep, and the strong wind that was blown caused huge waves of soil.

With an indomitable and ferocious momentum, the long spear stabbed straight at Yingxuan.

The position of the gun tip.

It seems ordinary, but the space seems to be pierced, like broken glass, revealing cracks.

All the survivors held their breath at this moment, and their eyes widened. No one spoke, and their eyes were fixed on the speeding spear.

A trace of seriousness emerged from Ying Xuan’s expression.

The power of this gun has already caused a sting in the center of his brow.

(Nuo Qian’s) It’s not the mild, stinging pain just like a mosquito bite.

Rather, it was a real, stinging pain like being cut by a sword.

“Okay! It’s not in vain for me to wait so long.”

“Being able to threaten me today, with this shot alone, I, Yingxuan, recognize the strength of you Beimang people.”

“Although the world is vast, Bei Mang can be compared with my Great Qin just by its strong will.”

“In the future, Great Qin will rule Beimang’s rivers and mountains, and we will treat Beimang people the same as our Qin people!”

Such an attack is powerful enough to wipe out any Dzogchen in one blow.

If he hadn’t signed in front of the palace, he would have been seriously injured by this blow.

Even the magical weapon transformed by divine will will cut his soul, completely cutting off his foundation to take a step forward.

But at this moment.

The next second, Ying Xuan looked at the long spear stabbing towards him like a shooting star, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and a long spear also appeared in the palm of his hand.

A two-foot long spear that was pitch black, like sticky blood dried on top.