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Straight into the birdman army, looking for the birdman with many wings.
Want to get more credit.
The whole world fell into a frenzied massacre.
Sudden.
Two extremely powerful auras suddenly erupted from the depths of the Bright World.
He flew into the battlefield in an instant.
"Damn!"
"how so!"
The two saints of the bright world have come.
His eyes were about to split, his expression changed drastically.
Shouldn't the birdman army have already invaded the prehistoric and slaughtered the immortals?
How can it be anti-invasion?
And being slaughtered by the prehistoric immortals?
What exactly is going on?
The two saints couldn't figure out what happened at all.
All were in shock.
At the same time, the prehistoric monks also discovered these two saints.
Ancestor Minghe's eyes lit up, and he pointed at one of the birdmen and shouted.
"Birdman with 36 wings!"
"I want the guy on the left!"
"The credit is mine! No one can compete with me!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already flown towards the birdman on the left.
After everyone entered this world, it was the first time they saw the birdman with 36 wings.
It is very powerful at first glance, and must have a lot of credit.
Patriarch Styx had longed to become a saint since ancient times.
When the opportunity comes, of course he must fight for it with all his strength!
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Whoa!
Billowing waves of blood rose into the sky, turning the sky into a sea of blood in an instant.
At the same time, another billions of figures appeared.
Hundreds of millions of blood god sons rushed towards the 36-winged birdman.
"Such a terrifying attack!"
"Damn, it's not good!"
The bird-man sage immediately urged the authority of the heavenly dao, gathering mana to protect his whole body.
But the Blood God Son has arrived.
Even though Blood God Son found the defensive cover, he still didn't dodge or evade.
With a puff.
A blood god child was instantly reduced to ashes, but the shield also shook.
The saint's expression changed drastically.
.........
Just a blood god child shook the protective cover.
At this time, the sky is densely packed, there are at least hundreds of millions of Blood God Sons!
There's no way he can stop it!
Patriarch Styx suddenly noticed something.
"Is this guy a saint?"
"But isn't it too weak?"
The sage of the bright world is actually about the same strength as himself.
Patriarch Styx couldn't understand.
At this time, a kind of enlightenment suddenly rose in his heart.
Although this world is also a great world, it is completely inferior to the prehistoric world.
Therefore, the overall strength is weaker than Honghuang.
Saints are also extremely weak!
"Haha, that's great."
"If I kill this saint, I don't know how much credit I can get?"
"Perhaps it can really be sanctified!"
Patriarch Minghe was overjoyed, and immediately stepped up his offensive again.
This bird saint is bound to be killed!
The bird people are completely insane.
It feels like the whole world is about to collapse.
"what!"
"The natives of the wilderness are actually fighting the saint!"
"And it seems to have suppressed the saint!"
"how can that be!"
Saints are supreme beings!
Incomparably revered, eternal and immortal.
The strength is also extremely powerful.
Now it is attacked by the natives of the prehistoric.
By now, the bird people finally had doubts.
Is Honghuang really weak?indivual.
Chapter 327 I, Styx, Are Going to Slay a Saint
The Bright World was completely in a panic.
Corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like rivers.
There are battles and killings everywhere in the whole world.
There are also the screams of the bird people.
All bird people don't understand what's going on.
Shouldn't they invade the Great Desolation, slaughter the natives there, and devour the world?
How did it become like this?
The prehistoric natives broke into the bright world instead.
Instead, they slaughtered the bird-human race!
"September [-]" The bird people were all crazy, but there was nothing they could do.
The prehistoric natives were not as weak as they had been rumored to be, but were extremely powerful.
It's not just that they are being slaughtered.
Even the 36-wing sage of the bird-human clan is already in crisis!
In the sky.
The bird sage flapped the 36 pairs of wings behind him hard.
Want to get rid of the enemy.
But there was blood red everywhere, and countless blood gathered into a wide river.
Covered the entire sky.
No matter how he escaped, he could not find a safe place.
"Damn!"
"You are just a quasi-sage, don't underestimate me!"
The bird man sage roared loudly, and immediately circulated his whole body's mana.
A terrifying beam of light was released, piercing through the void.
Patriarch Styx sneered.
He didn't dodge or evade at all, and didn't even make any defensive preparations.
It's like wanting to take the initiative to seek death.
Boom!
The terrifying light wave hit Patriarch Styx directly.