Even in this moment, Mo Qingkuang only felt that he could beat all the unwieldy guys around him to death. Do you still think that they were the geniuses of the gods who were invincible in the past? Why did Zhuo Junlin stop by his own words? Although the gods are at a disadvantage in the number of people, the three tribes would never fail to pay an extremely heavy price to defeat the entire gods if they wanted to defeat the gods in one fell swoop.

"Boss, why are you still crying?" Liu Wumei asked in a low voice.

Mo Qingkuang almost passed away. He said that his hair was long and his knowledge was short. Today, I really believed it.

The mu looked back and sighed: "Boss, even if we really lose, we will fight to the death and still have to show the might of the gods. There is no need to cry."

Mo Qingkui's breathing became rapid.

The thing I regret most in my life is to meet you guys who have no brains.

Zhuo Junlin withdrew his sword and sighed softly: "Young Master Mo, today you will win the gods!"

Mo Qingkuang laughed loudly, but a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"Bitch." Mo Qingkuang was furious: "If you have the face, if you still have the face, today we will fight to the death and don't succeed in the verbal advantage."

Zhuo Junlin shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Young Master Mo, today is our tribes bullying people with power. Don't cry anymore. After all, we will all belong to the heavenly court. There will always be a day to meet. I will accompany you here."

Mo Qingkuang only felt that he had suffered another 10,000 critical damage.

My eyes are as painful as thousands of ants now. If I can open my eyes, I have to take a good look at the true face of this person.

Especially when he heard the sarcastic voices of all races on the altar, Mo Qingkuang wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

This feeling is really hard to deal with.

At this time, if we talk about who is the creature Mo Qingkuang hated the most, Zhuo Junlin has directly occupied the top spot.

Seeing that the quarrel failed for a long time, Yang Wenjun sighed softly and walked into the formation and smiled: "Mr. Mo, now our three tribes have joined forces. Although there are injuries, their combat power is still there. Although the strong men of the God clan have strong combat power, if they want to take action again, the situation may not be as Mr. Mo wishes."

"Yang Wenjun, how are you going?"

"What?" Yang Wenjun chuckled: "I just don't want to watch you fight hard anymore. Even if I win, I will definitely suffer heavy casualties."

"Miss Yang also wants to admit defeat?" Mo Qingkuang said the word "admitted" very seriously.

"The human race has never had only warriors who died in battle, and never a coward who admits defeat." Yang Wenjun sighed softly: "Even if Mr. Mo wins in this way, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold his face!"

"How about we allocate the number of people in each race according to the proportion of the heads of each race, and we can get the elite of each race, and a total of ten, how about it?" Yang Wenjun chuckled.

"No." Before the other creatures on the altar spoke, Asura could no longer help but be anxious: "Miss Yang's words are bad, that is, a martial arts competition. How can it be allocated according to the proportion of heads of each tribe? The human race has a large number of people, so this advantage is a bit too big!"

No wonder Asura was anxious. The base of the demon clan's heads was very small. If Yang Wenjun made a suggestion, the demon clan would have been directly eliminated before he could take action.

"It turns out that Miss Yang has no cultivation, but she still insists on climbing the altar and waits here from the beginning." Zhuge Wuwo sneered: "Miss Yang is really calculating. Over the years, I have seen many powerful people with unparalleled wisdom and strategy, but no one can do things as well as Miss Yang. But Miss Yang's plan is destined to fail. My great man in the gods has never had a coward who is afraid of death, nor a ungrateful wolf who left his brothers. Today, unless we die in battle, we either have ten people together, and ten people will die together."

When he said this, everyone in the gods showed a hint of calmness. Even Luo Wangchuan, who had always shown no blood, had a look of fighting spirit on his face.

It turns out that only after life and death can we understand what a true brother is and what morality is.

Yang Wenjun smiled softly: "So in Mr. Zhuge's heart, is I Yang Wenjun like this?"

"Only you know who Miss Yang is." Mo Qingkuang sneered.

Yang Wenjun chuckled: "So what are Mr. Mo's plans?"

"Even if the five tribes compete against each other on the altar, let us all fight happily." Mo Qingkuangqiang opened his eyes and couldn't help but burst into tears: "It's just that everyone is a strong man with a strong face among all tribes. Don't hurt others with words anymore, it's best to leave some face for yourself."

Zhuo Junlin smiled bitterly in the air: "Are I wrong about what I said?"

Mo Qingkuan was trembling all over, but he suppressed his anger and ignored this bitch who was so mean.

"Okay." Yang Wenjun waved his hand to signal Zhuo Junlin to stop his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the gods, with helplessness in his eyes: "Since the gods are going to fight, let us all tell you what kind of heroic things are there in your gods? Although the creatures in the lower realm are not as good as the gods in nature, in terms of blood, you noble gods are a joke in front of us."

After saying this, all the creatures of the three tribes stood behind Yang Wenjun, with a huge fighting spirit.

Asura smiled bitterly, but he could only stand behind the three tribes.

This is no longer a confrontation between the creatures of various races on the altar. The three races had besieged the gods before, but no one of the three races could be sure to win the strongest gods. They wanted to combine the power of the three races to eliminate the gods first. However, no one expected that the gods would face the three races, but everyone was not afraid of death. Even the power of the three races was only barely tied with the gods.

Each of the three tribes was damaged. Although Zhuo Junlin accidentally beat Mo Qingkui to cry and cry, Ye Chen was retaliated by the catastrophe cloud and could not recover for almost a short time. Fengtianhuang burned the catastrophe cloud with the Nirvana True Fire, and he turned into a bald chicken. Although his combat power was still there, he had long disappeared and could not participate in the battle again.

At this time, although Yang Wenjun did not say anything clearly in his words, he had already signaled in secret that this was a battle between the lower realm and the gods. If the demons did not take action, even if the gods and the three tribes suffered both defeats, it would be that the demons believed that they were no longer among the lower realm. From then on, the demons would become an alien in the eyes of all races,,,,,,

Even if Asura wants to protect himself, he will not dare to bet on the entire demon race,,,,,,

In the Lingxiao Palace.

The corners of the Emperor of Heaven curled up, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to see the natives in the lower realm besieging our descendants of the gods in this way?" The King of the Gu Yue God's face was gloomy: "If Your Majesty really can't let go of his face, even if the old minister gives up his old face, he is willing to confront the King of the Drunk Master in the lower realm to see if it can change the predicament of Mo Qingkuang and others."

"They are not defeated and are not dead." The Emperor sighed.

"The Ten Shows of Heaven, any casualties are a great loss to the Heaven." The King of Haoyue God's voice broke out: "At the battlefield of gods and demons, Gu Moyan's death had already shocked the gods. Today, there are eight people in the Ten Shows of the Court on the altar, and there are also descendants of the King of Water Moon. If these people in the lower realm were allowed to do whatever they wanted, even if the Gods can win in the end, they will be killed or injured, and the gain will not be worth the loss."

When talking about the word "Secondary", the Haoyue God King bit it very hard.

"Is that true?" A trace of playfulness appeared on the corner of Emperor Tian's mouth.

The gods all looked ugly. If the Emperor of Heaven had not made any statement, I was afraid that the gods would have been unable to sit still.

Even though the evil spirit among the human race who was so scared that he killed all the nine heavens and ten earths was born, that person was the most disgusted with such things as bullying the few. As long as the gods always stand above the righteousness, no matter how strong Ling Wuqi is, he will never provoke a fierce battle at will and end up with an unrighteous name.
Chapter completed!