Chapter 1840 Discuss the conditions
Seeing the appearance of the young man in purple robe, Ming Tianxing raised his eyebrows. He looked at the familiar face, but there was only a little difference. He smiled lightly and said: "What? We haven't seen each other for only ten epochs. You, Chaos Seat, have never seen you before." After the dragon clan came back, did they give birth to dragon horns?"
He looked at Chu Tiannan, who was wearing a purple robe, and for some reason, he felt that the other person was a little weird.
Although it is true that the strength of the throne exceeds the limit, Ming Tianxing is very sensitive to this aspect, and he feels that the other party is not his true self.
"I don't need to worry about Ming Tianzu. Let's talk about it. Looking at your scale, I'm afraid you have used all the power of the Ming clan, right?" Chu Tiannan, who was dressed in purple robes, stood with his hands behind his back, still chatting and laughing.
He looked at the huge fleet in front of him, which was comparable to ten galaxies, and there were countless powerful people fluctuating, and he was even more convinced in his heart.
The other person is not kind.
As one of the guardians of the Milky Way, Bo Jue stood a little behind Chu Tiannan. The Shura Sword behind him was already ready to go. For a strong man like him, the other party's real opponent was just the limit. Just a throne.
Although the Hades are numerous in number, and their fleet is comparable to the overall size and strength of three or four universes of the human race, for a throne-level powerhouse, and it is also an extreme throne, it is just fish and meat on the knife. One sword strike will destroy ten people. The size of the fleet within a radius of ten thousand miles is simply relaxing and enjoyable.
In the face of the strong, quantity is not useful.
"Haha, each other, after all, you humans are a thorn in the side of our Ming clan." Ming Tianxing fluttered his sleeves, his words full of disapproval.
"Surrender, I, the Nether Race, are the masters of the future primitive universe. Don't die needlessly. You have also seen the Chaos Constellation. The entire galaxy has been completely blocked by us. The support of your tribe cannot be transmitted through the Kingdom of God and the gate of time and space. Come in, if you use teleportation, it is estimated that such a long distance will take at least a month. What do you think your chances of winning are?"
Ming Tianxing's words can be said to be a direct expression of the threat very clearly.
If the strong men of the human race want to support you, they will definitely waste time. By that time, the gate of the human race will have already fallen.
"Hmph, I don't know where you get your inexplicable confidence." Bo Jue usually rarely speaks, but he really couldn't stand Ming Tianxing, so he snorted and said lightly.
"You Nether Tribes can give it a try and see if your people are stronger or our door is stronger."
Hahaha.
After hearing this, many strong men from the Ming clan laughed directly without any attempt to hide it. Even Flash Demon, who was standing next to Ming Tianxing, couldn't help it. He stepped forward and sneered.
"Jie Jie, don't be too arrogant, kid, otherwise, you won't know how you died."
Oh!
As soon as Flash Demon's words fell, he saw a gray sword light that seemed to tear apart the universe, sweeping across at the most devastating speed.
"Haha, you are really impetuous." Ming Tianxing, as a throne-level expert who has surpassed the limit, just flicked his fingers, and the power of the underworld burst out invisibly, knocking out the sword swung by Bo Jue. Mang, completely bounced away.
The gray sword light changed direction and struck back. Chu Tiannan saw the situation and did not make any move. He just stared at it and completely shook the sweeping gray sword light into nothingness.
"Haha, as expected of the Chaos Seat, the soul will is indeed strong enough." Ming Tianxing stepped forward, looked at the calm-looking young man in purple robe, and said calmly.
"Shall we discuss the terms?"
