Chapter 457 Asking the Sky

"True Lord, as long as you take action, the Elf King will have no way to escape!"

"In the whole world, the only one who can fight with you is the gods!"

"No, you are even as good as a god!" the fat monk flattered.

Seeing this scene, the elves couldn't help but feel their hearts sinking.

Chen Lin has always been arrogant and has eyes above his head. There is no ordinary person who can make him flatter.

"Shut up!!" The man didn't need compliments. He stood in the shadows and never showed his face.

The fat monk slapped himself in the mouth and immediately said: "Capture the Elf King alive!!"

"Run!" Biyue exclaimed, and the elves fled in all directions.

"Is it true that our elves are going to be exterminated today? God, you are just and selfless, why don't you make the decision for the elves!" the clan elder asked in despair.

"God, please open your eyes and take a look!" the clan elder cried out, blood and tears overflowing from his eyes.

"God, when you govern the three realms, do you really not care about the Shuling Realm?" The clan elder looked up to the sky. Today, he wanted justice even if he risked his life.

This is the spiritual world, the place closest to God.

Under the eyes of God, elves are being held captive and sold!

"He's asking the sky!" The man in the shadow saw the clan elder's body burning with fire, his whole body becoming transparent, and a beam of light rising straight into the sky.

"He is burning himself, questioning the sky! True King, we cannot let him ask the sky! What should we do if it reaches the mouth of the God Realm!" There is a god three feet above his head, which is no joke in the spiritual world.

Zhenjun stood on the bow of the boat indifferently, with a pair of gray eyes even a bit sarcastic.

He gently raised his hand and asked the monks to stop.

"Let him ask!" He was obviously doing a heinous and dirty thing, but his expression showed no scruples.

The fat monk opened his mouth, secretly looked up at the sky, silently took a step back, and hid behind the True Lord.

The elves are loved by heaven and earth, and once they burn themselves to ask the sky, they can really sing to the gods.

"The elves are asking the gods to bring justice to the elves!"

The clan boss shed big drops of blood and tears, which was shocking.

"When the heavens collapsed, the elves fought side by side with the gods to protect the peace of the three realms. The war damaged more than half of the elves. In order to recuperate, they lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, but they did not expect that they would suffer the disaster of annihilation!"

"The merit of saving the world has ended up in this situation! God, please open your eyes and take a look!"

"In order to save the world, all the fighting power of the elves was lost on the battlefield. Is this how God treats us?"

"I'm not willing to give in!" Countless tribesmen were captured and imprisoned. What did they do wrong?

"God, answer me!"

"God! Please answer me!"

The clan elder kept asking the sky, but he clearly saw the divine light lingering in the air, but there was no response.

Mrs. Ning held a beautiful elf in her hand, and the elf was looking blankly at the sky.

"King, didn't God hear you?" The little girl's voice was soft and she looked at the big ship in fear.

Mrs. Ning's eyes were hot, and she was holding her child and choked with sobs.

"God, He heard it. He heard our questions, Heared our grievances." How she wished God couldn't hear her.

At least the faith has not collapsed.

The clan elder raised his head, and lines of blood and tears ran down his cheeks.

Staring blankly at the divine light.

God is watching here from above, watching the miserable experience of the elves, and also hearing the injustice and grievances of the elves.

But God chose to look on coldly at his former benefactor.

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Hahahaha..." The clan elder laughed and cried at the same time, looking at the sky and laughing like crazy.

"So that's it...that's it." Fiery fire surrounded him.

The surrounding fire was burning, but his eyes were piercingly cold.

In the fierce flames, the light in his eyes slowly dimmed.

God is no longer fair.

God has given up on the world.

Faith collapsed.

The clan elder slowly fell to the ground, lifeless, but his eyes were still looking at the sky. It was as if I wanted to look at someone through the clouds.

"Grandfather of the clan..."

"Grandpa..." The elves covered their mouths and cried, their cries were suppressed and desperate.

The fat monk Chen Lin looked at the sky with fear, he could already feel the arrival of the gods.

But God...

There was no divine punishment.

After the divine light dissipated, Zhenjun said calmly: "Ask Heaven? You ask Heaven, but no one can help you!"

"What are you still waiting for? Go quickly!"

Chen Lin then nodded and bowed back: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Hurry up and do it!"

Countless black-clothed monks flew towards the elves, who were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

"ah!"

"Dad, Mom, please help..." the children cried and screamed.

Biyue and Linglong looked at each other, and countless elves stood behind them. There was determination in his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, they are all adult elves.

Biyue stared deeply at the king: "King, the elves may not be able to escape this disaster."

"The clan elder once predicted that only the king can bring vitality to the Elf clan and preserve the blood of the Elf clan. The young children of the clan are now in your hands."

Mrs. Ning suddenly looked behind her.

Eight or nine children behind him were looking at their parents with tears in their eyes.

Children can live and die with their parents.

But they can't.

They are the last bloodline of the elves.

He has a mission on his shoulders.

Mrs. Ning held the scepter tightly, as if there was a sharp knife stabbing her to death. The pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

With all her virtues and abilities, she became the king of the elves and their last hope.

"King, please go."

"Today, I will fight to the death to leave a bloodline for the clan." The elves burst out with fighting spirit.

They stood firmly and decisively in front of the king and his descendants.

They will use their lives to pave a bloody road!

"Let's go!" Biyue shouted, and the tribesmen rose up.

The children were frightened and frightened, but no one stayed. They grew up on the run and have already adapted to this life of escape.

The clansmen fell one after another, and their blood paved a thick layer on the ground.

"Catch them alive! Don't hurt their lives!" Chen Lin shouted.

He flattered the true king and said: "The elves have hard currency now..."

The elves are not afraid of death and forcefully create a way for Mrs. Ning to survive.

When he was about to escape, he watched helplessly as a pair of big hands grabbed him.

When Mrs. Ning panicked, the clay figure slipped from her arms.

The little clay figurine as big as a palm turned into a majestic silver-clad soldier when it landed on the ground. There was an aura of awe-inspiring righteousness around him.

Lifting the sword, the big hand was instantly cut off.

The moment it was cut off, black energy surrounded the broken palm, and the clay figurine sword was actually quenched with poison.

The big hand suddenly retracted.

On the big ship, Zhenjun's exclamation seemed to be heard.

When Mrs. Ning saw the clay figurines turning into humans, she suddenly remembered Chao Chao's words and threw a dozen clay figurines to the ground.

Fall to the ground and transform.

The eighteen clay figurines are like gods, protecting all the elves behind them.

The elves were startled...

He stared blankly at the sudden appearance of eighteen majestic soldiers.

Silver generals are extremely good at fighting, and ordinary monks cannot survive three moves with their swords.

What's even more shocking is that.

The real king on the bow of the boat took a step back suddenly, and even his Taoist heart was a little shaken.