Chapter 320: Zi Yan returns, and Warcraft crushes the sky!

"Do you recognize Su Qingyun or this emperor?"

"In this Soul Clan, is Su Qingyun the backbone, or is this emperor the clan leader?"

"Who has the final say in this Soul Clan?"

"Is there still the king's law? Is there still the clan law?"

"You don't need to ask any more questions. Now that things have come to this, only when the elixir is completed, everything will be revealed under the Emperor Ghost Blade!"

When the news that it was Su Qingyun who was refining in the Soul Refining Cauldron spread, it didn't take long for word to spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, until almost everyone present knew about it.

The strong men from the four major clans were all like they were injected with chicken blood, and fought even harder.

On the contrary, the strong men of the Soul Clan began to have doubts in their hearts and suddenly did not want to fight anymore.

They thought they were fighting for the Soul Clan, for the future hegemony of the Soul Clan, and for the glory of the Fighting Emperor.

I didn't expect that the fight would end in the end because the clan leader wanted to refine the Holy Son, and the others came to save the Holy Son.

Moreover, that Holy Son is recognized by everyone in the Soul Clan.

You know, ever since Su Qingyun became the Holy Son of the Soul Clan and the news came out that the Third Miss was pregnant, everyone in the Soul Clan was very happy. They felt that there was hope for the future of the Soul Clan and that a new leader had emerged.

The result is that the eldest brother fights the second brother, a civil war!
Seeing that the Soul Clan's strong men suddenly became lazy and didn't want to stop the strong men from the four major clans, Emperor Hun Tian spoke in a deep voice and scolded the Soul Clan's strong men.

But when the Soul Clan warriors heard this, they felt helpless.

They didn't want to kill Su Qingyun, so they were asked to stop the strong men from the four major clans from breaking the cauldron, but they were unwilling to do so.

But if the strong men from the four major clans were allowed to break the cauldron and rescue Su Qingyun, then the Soul Clan would probably decline or even perish in the near future.

At this moment, with Emperor Hun Tian on one side and Su Qingyun on the other, the people of the Hun clan were caught in a choice.

The powerful soul clan elders, including Hun Shengtian, Hun Yao, Hun Yuantian, etc., could only sigh deeply:

"Chief, no matter what you did before, we supported you."

"But what you did this time was too absurd. How could you refine the Holy Son?"

"With the Saint Son's immortal appearance, he will become an emperor sooner or later. By then, the Third Miss's child will also awaken the Dou Emperor bloodline, and our clan will still have a chance to produce a Dou Emperor."

"Chief, you have ruined our entire clan by yourself. We are now in a difficult situation."

Hun Yao smiled bitterly.

"Well, this is the last time we will work for you. No matter whether we live or die after this, we will no longer stay in the Soul Realm to listen to your orders."

"Yuan Tian, ​​create the sky, destroy the earth, activate the realm of death formation!"

When Hun Yao said this with a dead heart, the elders of the Soul Clan exhausted their energy and decided to release the Death Realm Array.

Suddenly, the whole world was shaking. A strong wind roared up like a beast, sweeping up sand, rocks and dust, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, making the originally bright sky instantly dark and dim.

The four Soul Clan elders were dressed in black robes, with stern faces, and a thick and strange black fighting spirit surging around them, like black flames jumping wildly around their bodies.

As they chanted, four huge doors of death slowly emerged, emitting a gloomy atmosphere, as if they came from the underworld. The doors of death were pitch black, engraved with mysterious and ancient runes, which flashed with cold light, as if countless wronged souls were howling and struggling inside.

The gates of death stood in four directions, forming a huge square formation. Then, the elders' fighting spirit was injected into the gates of death like a turbulent undercurrent, and black energy beams shot up into the sky, intertwining and entwining in the air, weaving an airtight black net that enveloped everything within the range of the formation.

Wherever the formation passed, the ground cracked, and the once vibrant vegetation withered and turned into dust. The air was filled with a suffocating breath of death, as if even time was gradually stagnating under the erosion of this breath. The creatures trapped in the formation all felt a strong sense of oppression, as if countless invisible hands were pulling at their souls, and the vitality and fighting spirit in their bodies were also being devoured crazily. The whole scene was like the end of the world, gloomy and terrifying, and chilling. And the four soul clan elders, like messengers from hell, controlled this destructive force, ready to bury everyone in this realm of death, even themselves!
Such a formation directly enveloped most of the four major clans. It was difficult to break the formation, let alone protect themselves. Even a seven or eight-star Douluo could not break it.

Not only the people of the four major clans, but even many people of the Soul Clan who were in the melee were unable to escape and were robbed of their lives.

They were dragged along by Emperor Hun Tian, ​​gambled their life's honor and the fate of the entire Hun Clan, and gave everything in this battle.

Even though there were tens of thousands of Soul Clan members slowly dying in the Realm of Death formation, Emperor Hun Tian did not feel the slightest bit distressed. Instead, he clapped and cheered, feeling a lot more relieved.

Two of the patriarchs of the four major clans were suppressed, as well as two of the three immortals of the ancient clan, and most of the Dou Sheng elders of the Thunder Clan and the Flame Clan were also trapped in the realm.

Even so, strong men led by Gu Yuan and Gu Ming are still rushing towards the Soul Refining Cauldron, working together to break the cauldron!

This kind of combined strength, risking one's life to break it, actually produced an effect. The Soul Refining Cauldron was humming, and the lid of the furnace was slowly rising, and soon it would be completely opened!

But at this moment, Emperor Hun Tian and Emperor Zhan's ghost man became one with nature, broke through the air and suppressed everyone. Everyone felt a terrifying pressure descending, and the lid of the alchemy cauldron closed again with a bang!

Gu Ming, who had used his fighting skills to grow in size, was immediately forced to kneel down by the terrifying pressure. He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his gray beard red. He continued to shout:
"withstand!"

"Just now I have sensed the energy inside the gap, and there are signs of life. Qingyun is not dead yet!"

Gu Ming supported himself on the ground with his hands, and used his huge and strong body to block the tremendous pressure for the people below, but his body was also squeezed and deformed.

Emperor Hun Tian exerted his strength once again, and everyone sank again.

click -

Gu Ming's spine and ribs were on the verge of breaking.

"what--"

"Emperor Hun Tian, ​​are you really looking forward to Qingyun's death?"

"Do you think that at this point, even if you refine Qingyun into a pill, you will have a chance to take it?"

"It's not too late to turn back now. I can help you put in a good word with Qingyun and I will never seek revenge on your Soul Clan. Otherwise, you will be doomed!"

"This is the path that this emperor has taken. You have no right to accuse me. History will give the verdict on whether this emperor is right or wrong. But not now. Since this emperor has done it, he will not retreat. It was like this a thousand years ago, and it is also like this now!"

Emperor Hun Tian shouted, suppressing all his skills!
"With your strength, it is already difficult to overturn the Divine Cauldron, not to mention that I am suppressing you!"

Everyone spat out blood, their hands were all purple and red, and even though they were trembling and some had broken bones, they were still holding on.

But the Soul Refining Cauldron did not rise at all.

They were extremely sad: "Is it really impossible to save Brother Qingyun?"

The saddest thing in the world is that the person you love is right next to you, but he or she is suffering from the pain of burning, and you cannot save him or her.

But at this moment.

The ground suddenly shook around the broken soul world. Huge ninth-order monsters rushed over and crushed the sky. A barefoot girl in purple said coldly:

"Lifting the tripod? Don't forget about our Warcraft clan!"

"When it comes to strength, we monsters are good at it!"

(End of this chapter)