Chapter 1739

"You are the pinnacle of the whole of China. As a human being, I, Wang Mang, am very happy to be able to sit at the same table with you peacefully and friendly to open this conference. As the demon king resounding through the whole of China, you must be familiar with the war a year ago?"

The knuckles of Wang Mang's index finger gently knocked on the table. The light black enamel on the conference table, which is more than 20 meters long, suddenly came out a little bit of starlight. One by one, the size of ants, and the insects with blue light on their heads slowly came out of the table. The little bit of starlight gradually converged and fused, forming a huge blue light curtain in the mid air of the conference table!

A year ago, the fierce, spectacular and bloody battle of the cultivator base was completely recorded.

holding a long sword, the purple robed cultivator, whose eyebrow prism emits three deadly rays, splits a powerful man with heavy armor and surrounded by flames into two with one sword, but in the next moment, he is killed by a sword like a sword The steel gun of chasing wind pierced the head straight!

This is just a corner of the battlefield. There are so many tragic scenes like this. Suddenly, the picture turns. With the painful roar of a fierce tiger in the lush and quiet forest, the former calm is broken. Three or five practitioners with floating sleeves dismember the huge fierce tiger which looks like a mountain without emotion. The scarlet blood flows all over the ground, almost converging into a pond.

"This... Isn't this the blue tiger of Xishan?"?! He was killed by these practitioners? " A demon king with a cold and serious face flashed a shock in his sharp eagle eyes. His rough hands, which seemed to be made up of thousands of layers of cutin, could not help holding tightly, as if he wanted to relieve the great pressure in his heart.

But before the eagle king was surprised for a long time, the continuous playing of the pictures made his strong heart fluctuate violently, and the eagle whose head was tied up by the rope gave out a series of sharp laments from time to time.

But the merciless blade easily cut their necks, and a stream of red blood flowed down the eagle's eyes and "Dida Dida" fell to the ground.

Often nearly an hour's pictures end slowly in the corpse mountain scene of thousands of monster corpses. All the demon kings at the conference table do not make any sound after the pictures are played. Wang Mang squints, looks at the demon kings with sad eyes, and knocks on the conference table again.

"Everybody! We human have an old saying - the rabbit dies, the fox mourns, the thing hurts its kind! You must have seen and understood the atrocities of these practitioners! They are not hunting at all. They want to exterminate all the creatures produced after fission! What they want is to purify our world! "

"This is not only the war of our human race, but the war of all ethnic groups in the world! They want to take away the home we live in, even the life! I'm Wang Mang, and I'm determined that it's impossible for me to agree. Any enemy who wants to do so will die! "

After Wang Mang finished, the demons were almost out of breath because of his evil and fierce momentum. His slightly deep eyes swept the demon king one by one, and then his cold voice said: "I have got reliable news that the practitioners will launch an unprecedented attack in four months.

We should unite all forces that can be united and give them a fatal blow! Let them fear us! Fear us