Chapter 1161 Descendants of Yan and Huang will never be slaves

"Oh my God, almost the strongest orthodoxy in the Western World is here! This time, Maolin City must be bulldozed!"

Seeing this, Prince Jihan's face changed drastically. He looked at his father Xuan Bing and stopped talking.

Even if Ming Ruyi and the twelve most powerful elders were here, they would not be able to withstand this attack and would be wiped out in seconds.

What's more, Jiang Tian has not swallowed the golden elixir he obtained. His cultivation level has always been in the middle stage of foundation building. Now, he is completely unable to support himself!

Ji Hanxin said that the army passed through Tianlang Kingdom and Yunlan Kingdom, but no troops reported here. The two kings clearly surrendered!

Then what are we waiting for? We are defeated like a mountain and cannot hold on. A gentleman will not stand under a dangerous wall!

"With so many golden elixirs, the Immortality Sect will be completely destroyed this time!"

The plum blossom fairy's beauty has faded.

If she were to challenge the weakest person among them, she would not be able to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Even if Jiang Tian once killed Ming Ruyi, who was said to have the fighting power of a child, he might not be their opponent!

Although Ming Ruyi is powerful, the bloody body-changing mystical skill absorbs other people's essence and blood and swallows their souls, so it is not pure.

In a real fight, she may not be Fenghuo Liancheng's opponent, what's more, this is not just Fenghuo Liancheng.

Therefore, even if Jiang Tian defeats Ming Ruyi, he is not sure that he will be able to break today's crisis!

"Don't kill us! We were just forced to come to the ceremony!"

Luo Qi was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was trembling. She kowtowed to the ground as if pounding garlic.

As soon as she knelt down, many powerful men in Maolin City knelt down and immediately turned their sides and surrendered to the demon-suppressing army.

Mou Bilian walked up to Fan Xiuzhu and said something quickly, but Fan Xiuzhu glared at her and shook his head firmly.

"A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!"

Faced with this situation, the white-bearded Supreme Elder was helpless and sighed:

"What the Buddha covets is the vast world in the north! If Jiang Taichu killed the leader of the Changsheng Cult, Ming Ruyi, and left calmly, there would be no disaster like today's annihilation! However, the Buddha wants to get rid of him. This is...

The future ruler of the world!"

And many people of the Yanhuang tribe who were used to suppress them were even more worried, as if they were mourning their heirs.

They thought they were saved, they thought they were blessed, they thought they could straighten their backs and live a good life.

But now, it has become a piece of meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.

If Jiang Tian does not surrender, the powerful forces will kill the Yanhuang people until Jiang Tian surrenders!

At this time, the auras of golden elixir masters poured down like torrential rivers, shocking dozens of kilometers in a radius, and firmly enveloped the entire Maolin City.

Many Yanhuang people were crushed to the ground. If Mou Bohu had not activated the city defense formation, hundreds of thousands of people might have died.

Prince Mo Yang sipped his tea and gloated. Faced with the choice of life and death, Jiang Taichu, should you fight or flee?

Fight, there is only one death!

Escape, can you escape?

"Jiang Taichu, Jiang Taichu, if you don't follow the old man's advice, you will suffer the consequences. If you leave early, everything will be fine. It's hard work for you to ascend to the grand ceremony. Now you feel good. Surrounded by so many strong men, you and I will both die."

ah……"

Li Wuji sighed, beat his chest and stamped his feet, wanting to cry but without tears.

He glanced at the Yanhuang tribesmen who were pressed to the ground, with a ferocious expression on his face, and transmitted a message to Jiang Tian's divine consciousness:

"It's not us. They have been killed long ago as Huang Gu. We have helped them a lot, and we have done our best. They are completely a burden. Let's leave them alone now. Break out of the siege, fly back to the Immortality Sect, and start the teleportation

Formation, return to the earth world! Fellow Taoist Taichu, you are a peerless leader, wise and wise, and you must agree with me, right?"

"Human life is greater than heaven!"

Jiang Tian shook his head gently, his eyes focused, and said: "You and I, as cultivators, can't even protect our own people, so why should we practice? The strong fight to protect the weak! The blood of the strong should be for the weak.

And flow!”

"you're so dumb!"

Li Wuji's face was filled with fear, and he was so anxious that he almost jumped up:

"These Yanhuang tribesmen are said to have the same roots as us, but I'm afraid they are from the same era as the Shandong cave people. I don't know what happened tens of thousands of years ago. After so long, their bloodline has long been different from ours. No matter what they do!

"

At this moment.

Among them, a man from the Yanhuang tribe stood up and roared loudly: "People from the Yanhuang tribe will never be slaves!"

He is a warrior, equivalent to one or two levels of Qi training. In this world, he is completely weak.

But Jian was not afraid of death, holding a kitchen knife and shooting towards the sky.

Snapped!

Wang Xiancao looked contemptuously and flicked his fingers.

A qi sword about a hundred meters long erupted, dazzling and extremely sharp. If it was struck, the man would only die.

"Wang Xiancao, enough is enough for you, you actually dare to kill people in front of me!"

Jiang Tian shouted low, and a Geng-gold sword light flashed out, shattering the sword energy of Wang Xiancao.

"Jiang Taichu, you really care about them."

Seeing that the Qi sword was cut through, Wang Xiancao was shocked. This man's Gengjin Qi was so strong and sharp that it was on par with his own sword Qi.

However, there was a ferocious smile on his face, and he snorted:

"Then, just surrender. You are very capable. You can escape, but can you save them all?"

"Teacher Taichu, fight out. Don't worry about us!"

An old man stood up with a calm expression on his face.

Jiang Tian recognized this person.

He was one of the Yanhuang escapees that Jiang Tian and the others rescued when they passed by the Tianlang Kingdom on their way to the Changsheng Sect.

"Damn old man, you are not afraid of death! How dare you stand up, how dare you not kneel down!"

Wang Xiancao was extremely angry, stared at the old man and shouted coldly.

"Afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of? We were once very afraid of you and in awe of you, but you still kill us!"

The old man was hunched over, but his momentum was not weak at all. He chuckled and said:

"We originally had a country with a population of tens of millions, but you killed us and we only have a few tens of thousands left!"

"Kneel down? What do you have that deserves our kneeling down?"

"We, the Yanhuang tribe, have gold under our knees. We kneel to the sky, our parents, our ancestors, but we don't kneel to you barbarians! Because you are not worthy of kneeling!"

"I have lived enough, or in other words, without the help of the Taichu Cult Leader, I would have died a long time ago! Today, if you dare to threaten the Taichu Cult Master, I will fight with you even if I give up my old bones!"

"Don't you know that I am known as the Sword Saint? Killing you is like killing a chicken!" Wang Xiancao was ruthless and flicked his fingers again.

laugh!

This air sword passed by the old man's ear and cut the bronze statue of Jiang Tian behind him into two pieces!

When everyone saw this, they were all frightened. He was truly a swordsman. His sword energy was so strong that he could probably cut off a mountain!

"Aren't you still going to kneel down and surrender?"

Wang Xiancao's eyes were contemptuous and he said calmly: "If you no longer surrender, everyone will die!"

"If you don't surrender, your fate will be the same as that of this bronze statue. Are your heads stronger than the bronze statue?"

Wang Xiancao threatened.

The crowd fell silent for a while.

The huge Maolin City was completely silent.

Many Yanhuang people showed deep fear on their faces, and some children were trembling with fear and bursting into tears.

"Master Taichu, let's fight out together with you. Don't kneel to them, don't surrender, they are nothing!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman stood up, with red eyes and tears, but her frail waist was straight and her eyes were fearless.

This woman was also rescued by Jiang Tian and others.

Her son, still a baby, was beaten to death by monks from the Changhe Sect.

"Let the True Immortal Taichu kneel down and surrender to you, or else, kill us? You are dreaming!"

Immediately afterwards, a young man from the Yanhuang tribe stood up and shouted angrily: "If you want to kill the True Immortal Taichu, just step over our corpses!"

"We descendants of Yan and Huang will never be slaves!"
To be continued...