Chapter 481

Corpses, corpses everywhere.

Some people's heads were blown out, some had a big hole in their chest, and some were twisted to an unnatural degree. In short, the people here died miserably.

On one side, there is a strong man of the human race with only a piece of animal skin around his waist. On the other side, there are still Tianzu, Shura and evil spirits.

These evil spirits are armed to the teeth. The weapons in their hands and the armor on their bodies are beyond the scope that Yang Qiu can understand. Just take a look at those weapons, Yang Qiu has a feeling that his soul dissipates directly.

Ferocious, terrible, vicious, all kinds of negative breath, although I don't know how many million years have passed, still hovering on this square.

Yang Qiu shivered away from the corpses and walked towards the hall at the other end of the square.

At the beginning, the strength of the corpses he met exceeded that of Da Luo Jinxian. Obviously, the strength of the dead corpses in this square has exceeded the level of immortality and reached the level of God.

At first glance, those in the heavenly family are at least the level of the so-called twenty day God, or even higher.

Obviously, the number of Terrans is much less. They are basically experts of three or five evil spirits, besieging a Terran.

Yang Qiu forcibly suppressed the shock in her heart, lowered her voice and said in awe:

"Senior, they are all...!"

The middle-aged man's voice also contains a pain:

"They are people, real people, the hope of our Terran and the future of the Terran. Unfortunately, all the hopes of the Terran have been exterminated by a conspiracy!"

Yang Qiu only felt bursts of cold sweat on her back:

"Terran? They don't fix immortals? Don't you fix yourself? "

The middle-aged man said faintly:

"We are human beings. In ancient times, the power of human beings did not need heresy. Human beings and gods coexist. The strength of the human race can be comparable to the gods. What immortal do we build? Man is the master of the original world. What is an immortal? They draw the original power of the world and don't know how to feed the world back. They are just greedy moths! "

Yang Qiu suddenly felt sweating and could not help saying:

"Elder, it's too...!"

The middle-aged man gave a faint wry smile and said:

"You'll understand. Go, before the hall."

Yang Qiu immediately and carefully accelerated his pace.

The closer it was to the main hall, the more the corpses fell to the ground stunned Yang qiumu. When he arrived here, some of the human heroes were already three or five meters high. Obviously, their strength had probably reached another level.

Yang Qiu was sweating all over and carefully climbed the steps of the hall. When he came to the square in front of the hall, he was stunned.

The square at the gate of the main hall was filled with the corpses of evil spirits. Their blood was black and dirty, and a small part of them were bald monks. Their bones were golden, and even their blood was golden.

These monks are obviously high-ranking Buddha masters in Western religions, and even the golden light of merit and virtue behind their heads has not dissipated.

The nine Terran masters, with a height of more than 20 meters, each of them carried countless huge wounds. The wounds were shocking. Especially one of the female Terrans, her neck was cut off, and at least a dozen weapons and a spear were inserted into her legs. She pierced through her heart and nailed her to the ground.

On that spear, there was an extremely evil death, which even turned the body of the female Terran black.

Hundreds of Buddha masters, all covered with merits and virtues, formed a circle and obviously arranged an extremely strong array. The final fate of these Buddha masters can be imagined. They all died here.

Any weapon here probably goes beyond the division of the so-called immortal and artifact. Yang Qiu can feel it, and even many weapons seem to be as much as the sword in the sky and the Kyushu tripod in his hand.

The nine Terran masters all have a breath that makes Yang Qiu very close. That breath is the gas of chaos.

In the middle, an old man in a black Taoist robe seemed to have an unbelievable horror on his face. He was turning his head and looking at somewhere in his skill. Similarly, from behind him, a spear directly pierced his heart and nailed him to death.

There are more than ten people dressed like him. They stand right in front of the Terran master. Some are wearing white Taoist robes and some are wearing black Taoist robes. Behind the Taoist robes, there is a gossip pattern.

The faces of these old Taoists were full of shock and disbelief. They seemed to have never thought they would be killed before they died. It seemed that they came here to ask something from the mouth of the nine Terran masters.

The middle-aged man's voice sounded faintly, and his words were filled with endless pain and contempt, as well as a kind of resentment:

"It's no pity to die trying to hide from a tiger."

The big man in the middle, who is 25 meters tall, is earthy yellow all over and his muscles are not very strong, but he gives people a very heavy feeling. On his right hand, he also holds an ancient long sword made of unknown material. It seems that the long sword is ground with a stone head. There are some simple patterns and extremely simple lines on the sword body, But with a mysterious breath.

The big man on the right of the master of the nine people family has jumped up and is yelling and throwing things with one hand. Unfortunately, his legs, arms and chest are full of spears like hedgehogs.

According to the request of the middle-aged man, Yang Qiu went to the Terran man holding the ancient stone sword. There is no doubt that this man should be the leader of the nine Terrans.

There was no strong feeling in his breath. When Yang Qiu stood in front of him, it seemed that it was just a feeling of equality and peace.

"Master, what are they...!"

The middle-aged man sighed again and said slowly:

"The nine sages of the human race, after they fell, the last trace of true spirit was extracted by great means and refined into a Kyushu tripod. Little guy, this is not the time to speak. The secret of heaven can't be let out. Don't ask. Take away the stone sword in his hand according to what I said. We'll leave immediately. Don't move anything else. Remember my words. Later, When your strength is really strong, we'll come back. "

Yang Qiu has undoubtedly determined something.

That is, one of the nine people is a middle-aged man in chaotic space.

Even, he is the master of the world, Fu Xi!

What strange things have happened here? It seems that it is by no means as simple as it seems.

Yang Qiu is not a fool, just from these pictures, we can see that here has experienced betrayal, siege, murder and interrogation. In short, the evil ghost family has always been the enemy, and some people have played an extremely disgraceful role.

Yang Qiu suddenly had an impulse to throw away the yuxu palace and ask Tianjian.