Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor - Chapter 1294

[Chapter 1287 The flame goes out (two more)]

Before the war, King Liang had divorced from the Emperor’s Tomb in the world and invited the old monsters of the royal family to come back to sit in town.

But, perhaps because of the opening of the gates of hell, they never returned.

Unexpectedly, although they did not return, they asked the tomb keeper for help.

“Nanjiang, I’ll help you come back.” The tomb keeper said calmly, as if this would be easy for him.

King Liang was excited, but reminded: “Master, that Xia Qingchen is by no means an easy person, please be careful.”

“In front of my grave guard, there is no easy person. If there is, kill it.” Chen Guang In the understatement, there is boundless domineering and self-confidence.

However, the tomb keeper has this ability.

For thousands of years, a Sun-level powerhouse as strong as the Emperor’s Sword can be killed by shock, not to mention the mere Xia Qingchen?

far south.

On the ancient altar stairs, Xia Qingchen held the blood-stained Dayan sword and climbed up step by step.

Behind him, there are tens of thousands of troops!

On the altar, there are barbarians who are retreating step by step, and at the forefront are the Tianhuang priests and a group of incomparably tall barbarians.

They were surrounded by a group of people with the appearance of two people.

They are the clansmen of Nutianyi, the descendants of the barbarian gods!

Xia Qingchen crossed the big river, and a sudden attack on the center caught them off guard.

Although the barbarian was brave and tried his best to resist, he couldn’t stand Xia Qingchen’s ruthlessness.

Anyone who resists will be killed.

After the small half of the center was completely killed, the barbarians were afraid of being killed, and only some of the core barbarians were left to fight and retreat, and they retreated to the holy place in the center, the altar!

“Xia Qingchen, you killed countless Lounan people, you are covered in sins, and you still haven’t turned your back?” The Tianhuang priest was covered in blood and stared at Xia Qingchen, who was walking up the steps.

In the battle of the Central Committee, Xia Qingchen slaughtered countless barbarians!

He went south all the way, and the tribes he encountered were less than tens of thousands, and the fate of those tribes can be imagined.

After this battle, Xia Qingchen slaughtered barbarians in the southern border, at least tens of millions!

It can be described as murderous! !

Xia Qingchen shook off the blood drop on the Dayan sword, as indifferent as the Brahma God: “War has always been accompanied by killing! Besides, the war was initiated by you!”

Whoever initiates the war should bear all the costs!

“Then, do you want to kill the descendants of the barbarian gods together?” Tianhuang priest clenched his fists, he felt that he asked a question that should not be asked.

Xia Qingchen has killed the altar, will he still be soft? “No.” However, the answer surprised the priest of Tianhuang: “For the sake of

Nutian’s letting go of the 40,000 city guards in Yuanyang Region, I can let his tribe go.”

Death, in exchange for the lives of 40,000 city guards, Nu Tianyi did not break his promise.

“But, if they want to survive, you need to put your life on the line!” Xia Qingchen pointed his sword at Tianhuang Priest.

The Tianhuang priest smiled bitterly, and he knew that it would not be so easy to let go of the barbarian gods.

He knew even more that Xia Qingchen was doing the same thing as Nu Tianyi back then.

“Okay!” Tianhuang priest said decisively.

Anyway, he has to die. Why not let him die alone in exchange for the life of the descendants of the barbarian gods?

“Xia Qingchen, Nu Tianyi will not stop the steps of the Lord of the Three Realms!” The Tianhuang priest looked up to the sky and smiled, and then slapped his palm on his heavenly inspiration and died.

In this way, Xia Qingchen slowly took back the Dayan sword and said lightly, “The Lord of the Three Realms, what a humble ideal.”

He stepped forward and came to the center of the altar.

Looking down at the feet, the flame of a multicolored lotus was quietly burning in the altar.

He took out the star shell and looked at the only two pieces of divine soil left inside.

“What are you doing?” an old descendant of the rickety barbarian god roared.

Xia Qingchen was extremely indifferent: “The holy fire in the south of the building should also be extinguished.”

“You dare!”

“I will fight with you!”

The holy fire in the south of the building is the spiritual belief of the barbarians.

It exists, that is, the south of the building is there, and it is gone, that is, the south of the building is destroyed.

If Xia Qingchen overthrew the holy fire of Lounan, it would mean that Lounan would be destroyed, it was Liangzhou City that was captured, and Liangjing would also be destroyed.

吭唧——Several

arrows flashed, and the two descendants of the barbarian gods were shot into hedgehogs.

The army behind them is approaching step by step, full of chills: “Rebels, all of them will be killed!”

The remaining descendants of the barbarian gods clenched their fists in anger, but they did not dare to be reckless.

Because the army led by Xia Qingchen knew, and only knew this sentence.

Every time the words fell, the heads rolled and the blood flowed into the sea.

The barbarians have already had an instinctive fear of this, and when they heard this, they couldn’t help trembling.

Xia Qingchen silently dumped the celestial shell, and in the hold of the descendants of the barbarian gods and the surrounding barbarians, a grain of divine soil fell on the multicolored lotus!

Puchi –

Divine Soil, which is poured from countless gods’ blood, it is heavy and irresistible.

After all, the holy fire in Lounan was just a little fire left by the barbarian god.

Ordinary things cannot be destroyed, with the exception of Divine Land.

Pressed by a grain of divine soil, the huge multicolored lotus flower was immediately crushed to pieces, and the fire was dimmed, leaving only a fingernail-sized multicolored lotus spark alive.

This should be the kind of fire left by the barbarian gods back then, the essence of the holy fire.

Xia Qingchen dumped the Tianxing shell again, vowing to suppress the last trace of the holy fire.

But at this moment, there was a wriggling in his arms, Xia Qingchen stopped thoughtfully, took out the pill furnace, and let out the small fire inside.

The latter screeched, got into the altar, hugged the fire in surprise, opened his mouth exaggeratedly, swallowed it up, and ran back quickly.

“No! Our holy fire!!” Looking at the last glow of the holy fire and disappearing from sight, the descendants of the barbarian gods cried out in despair.

With the disappearance of the holy flame, the hazy fire that once shone on the entire center quickly dissipated, causing the center to plunge into darkness.

They, who had been baptized by war, all knelt down in grief when the holy flame of faith was extinguished, and kept kowtow toward the altar.

Faith is gone, where will Lou Nan go?

At this time, on the altar, Xia Qingchen walked over with the stove in his hand, standing on the edge of the altar, overlooking the entire central area.

In the stove, the multicolored light from the small fire projected Xia Qingchen’s back in all directions, covering the boundless earth.

Majestic and indifferent, he said: “Lou Nan, starting today, remove the name!” The

holy fire has been extinguished, and there is no Lou Nan in the world!

“The people of the whole territory will be under the jurisdiction of this king from now on, and the etiquette will be passed on to you, and the people will be educated. If there is resistance, shoot them!” Xia Qingchen announced.

The sound of arrogance rolls in all directions, deafening!

In response, the people cried.

Lou Nan destroys the country, they are already the people of the country!

After today, I will live under the rule of Xia Qingchen!

rumbling—

River bank.

A huge group of monsters rushed to the river bank.

The leader was Nu Tianyi standing in front of the throne. He looked at the dark center, at the altar that had no fire, and retreated in despair: “The holy fire is out?”

[End of This Chapter]