Chapter 1811: Speak up

"Who on earth are you? When we worshipped the Moon Kingdom, when did we offend seniors and let the seniors be cruel to me?"

The contemporary worship of the Moon Emperor, looking sadly at Obota, said in a hoarse voice.

He is a golden body of seven calamities, but because he is a golden body of seven calamities, he can feel the aura that other people can't feel.

The breath on the opponent's body was like an abyss, unable to see the end, unfathomable, in front of the opponent, Baiyuehuang felt that he was just an ant.

"No, maybe even ants are not even considered to be ants. Such a strong person is probably the saint who is in charge of luck in the legend!

Why would the saints start with me in the kingdom of worshiping the moon? why? "

Baiyuehuang thought bitterly in his heart.

Behind the Empress of Baiyue, there are only six Dharma images, male and female, and they are all very old. At this moment, they are ready to sacrifice at any time, holding the magic weapon and staring at Obota.

They couldn't feel the despair of worshiping the moon emperor, and they felt that as long as they could fight for their lives, they might still be able to fight the other side, so everyone's fighting spirit was extremely strong!

"You really didn't offend me."

Obota smiled and glanced around, "But the Su Sage of your human race, who offended me to death, caused my Protoss to fall apart. Here today, I just charge some interest.

You human races really like to multiply. I can feel the breath of hundreds of millions of human races. If I kill so many human races at once, I can breathe out a little bit of evil. "

"Sage of Human Race, offended him?"

Baiyuehuang was stunned, with a touch of despair in his eyes.

He guessed right, since the other party can be enmity with the saint, it must also be a saint!

The strength of the Moon Worship Nation, facing a saint, how can there be any resistance, the other party even thought of killing all the hundreds of millions of people in the Moon Worship Nation, just to breathe a bad breath?

"Senior, why does the struggle between your saints affect innocent mortals like us?"

The bitter way of worshipping the Moon Emperor.

The six faculties behind him were a little surprised. It is clear to them what the word sage represents. Although they have never seen a sage, after all, they have wandered around. From the mouths of various alien warriors, they have also heard something about sage Rumors, I know the kind

Existence, for ordinary warriors, is a god!

The mountains and rivers crumbled in a moment of thought, and with a palm up, you can overwhelm the mountains!

"Oh, I don't want to either.

Who told Kunlun, your human race, to hide from a holy lord?

Without him, I would not vent my anger on you ants.

But fortunately, Nanhua is now dead in the Xuanding clan, and there is only one saint from your human clan, Su Han, as long as I find a chance to kill him, that bad breath will be considered.

As for the holy lord hiding in Kunlun, I will also get him out if there is a chance in the future. "

Obota smiled, and there was a touch of cat and mouse in his eyes. He didn't intend to kill these human races so easily. He had countless plans in his mind and decided to try each one out.

Only by watching these human races dying in despair, can he calm the anger in his heart a little.

Mindful of this, Obota chuckled, raised his hand and grabbed it. He saw a mountain range in the distance, which he picked up for life, and threw it to a corner of Kyoto, the country of moon worship.

There are countless refugees hiding there, their faces are dull, they look at this scene in despair, facing this kind of method, even a warrior is no different from ordinary people.

"Ha ha ha..."

Obota laughed.

As he admired the desperate expressions of these human races, a special breath rose in the direction of the refugees.

It was a middle-aged man. He flew into the air, supported the falling mountain with both hands, and then threw the mountain into the distance.

boom--

The mountain fell to the ground, directly shaking the mountain, making the sky full of smoke and dust. For mortals, this scene is like the end!

At the same time, a vortex suddenly condensed in the sky, with lightning flashing inside, as if it was about to fall at any time.

"At this moment, the clouds are light and windy."

The figure suddenly spoke.

The smoke and dust all over the sky disappeared instantly, and the Thunder Tribulation Vortex disappeared.

The ground didn't shake anymore.

Baiyuehuang looked at this figure, with a touch of surprise in his eyes. The opponent must be a human race, and not an ordinary warrior, it is probably a saint!

"You speak and follow the law, haha, you are the quasi-sage of the Kunlun Confucian family. Unconsciously, you have been promoted to the saint. The luck of your human race has indeed risen."

Obota looked at Haoran Quasi-Saint, said with a smile.

The quasi-sage Haoran smiled, "The luck of the human race has indeed risen, and I also benefited from it. I was suddenly promoted to the saint during my retreat."

"Your saint's authority, even thunder can be resolved, really good."

Obota affirmed Haoran Quasi-Saint.

After a pause, a faint mockery appeared in his eyes: "But you shouldn't show up at this moment. I don't know what method you used to cover up your breath. If you hide yourself here, maybe I really can't find you. exist.

But you have appeared right now, and killing a newly promoted saint of human race is far more relieved than killing these ordinary human races. At that time I will send your head to Kunlun and hang it up high. "

Haoran Quasi-Sage's face twitched twice.

He doesn't know this truth.

In the beginning, he did indeed intend to hide his whereabouts quietly and escape this disaster.

When he moved this idea, he was just a quasi-sage and had not yet been promoted to a saint.

But in the process that Obota slaughtered countless human races, he suddenly realized that he broke through the last hurdle and was successfully promoted to the saint.

At this time, as the saint of the human race, he could no longer just watch the slaughter and slaughter of his fellow clan.

Even the saint Lei Jie, he used the authority to speak and follow the law to resolve, which made his strength after being promoted to the saint, one less thunder robbery training, which will leave some hidden dangers in the future. But if it is in front of Obota, it is not realistic to pass this thunder tribulation. Let’s not say whether the opponent will let him pass the tribulation safely. Even if he passes the tribulation safely, he will lose his combat power in a short time. Saved some human races, he himself will

However, there is not even a chance for 10% to escape!

"I don't know which **** the predecessor is in the Protoss, but the Protoss was the earliest and was born out of the human race. Why can't the predecessors always remember the grudges and grievances they used to have?"

Haoran said with a smile.

For a moment, Obota almost shook, and he really wanted to smile and let this hatred go away.

But then, this thought was immediately expelled from his mind by the authority of the saint in his body!

"Unexpectedly, the little saint can still use the authority of the saint to affect my thoughts.

Well, I will transform you into a Protoss, would you? "Obota looked at Haoran Quasi-Sage, with a flash of splendor in his eyes.