69novels Chapter 268
Chapter 268
The strong man who arrived in the Black Qilin Empire is not very high in the overall realm.
Lin Du took a cursory look, and the highest realm was a 25th-order peak Moyu Qilin.
In addition, there are three or four powerhouses above the 20th order, who have incarnated as unicorns.
The rest are all 17th-order and 18th-order realms...
Compared to Great Qin, the Black Qilin Empire was already weaker.
These powerhouses in front of him, as well as the powerhouses sent to stop the alien races before, are already the entire essence of the Black Qilin Empire.
The addition of these powerhouses of the Black Qilin Empire made the number of Terran powerhouses on the field directly crush the alien race.
Aside from the 27th-order peak of the Ancestor of Mist, the alien race no longer had any advantages to speak of.
It's a pity that the Ancestor of the Mist was entangled by the black python and couldn't get out of it at all.
The remaining Nine Prison Bone Emperors and the Eyes of the Deception, one was dragged down, and the other was fishing in troubled waters, which didn't play much role at all...
The danger was mostly eliminated, and Lin Du did not rush into the Canglong Guild Hall, but found a place to sit on the spot.
He has the Supreme Bone and ten cloud patterns, so the speed of recovery is fast...
Lin Du didn't want to miss this wonderful battle in front of him.
......
More than half an hour passed, and the two sides were still inseparable, but the casualties on both sides were getting bigger and bigger.
Those powerhouses below the 20th order of the Black Qilin Empire were almost completely killed and injured!
On the other side of the alien race, there were also four or five throne demons above the 20th rank who died at the hands of the human race.
Seeing that the situation was precarious, the Ancestor of Mist was a little anxious.
In the mist, nearly a hundred fine mist lines were separated, and they flew into the distance.
These hundred mist carried the thoughts of the ancestor of the mist, asking for help from the alien army behind them.
"Stop these mists, don't let the Ancestor of the Mists ask for help!" Luo Yuanban was shocked and shouted loudly.
Many of the Terran powerhouses have seen these hundred small fogs, but the Terran powerhouses
are powerless to stop them at all! The Great Demons of the Alien Throne also know that these hundred mists are their hope for survival, so they can't help but increase the strength of their hands one by one, and frantically drag the Terran powerhouses.
"It's over, it's too late!" Luo Yuanban was desperate.
If the alien army arrives first, none of the Terrans in this place will survive.
Chu Hongsi blew his beard and glared, but he couldn't do anything.
The Ancestor of the Mist, "Ji Ji", sneered, and there was indescribable pride in his voice.
"Destroy, there are so many Terran powerhouses gathered here, when the large army of our clan comes, none of you will want to escape!"
"Destroy you humble Terrans, there will be fewer and fewer people who can stop our steps..."
Seeing
the hundred mist flying farther and farther, all the strong men of the human race were unwilling.
At this moment, it is a very good situation, the combat power of the human race is no longer inferior compared to the alien race, this is a golden opportunity!
If all the alien races in this place can be killed, then the alien race attacking the ancestral star this time will suffer heavy losses.
Perhaps, this is the last hope of the Terrans to hold the ancestral star...
Seeing that the hundred mist was about to fly away from the sight of all the human races, Lin Du, who was sitting on the ground to heal, suddenly spoke faintly.
"Ancestor of Mist, are you happy too early
?" "Do you want to report the news, have you agreed with me?"
Lin Du stretched his waist and moved his stiff body.
After more than half an hour of recovery, his injuries were better, and the power of the cloud pattern on his forehead was also replenished.
The Ancestor of the Mist saw that Lin Du was still able to stand up unharmed, and his eyes in the mist were gloomy to the extreme.
"Hmph, you're already running out of oil, don't be reckless.
"The fog of the hundred messages in this seat has flown far away, and no one can stop it!" the corners of
Lin Du's mouth raised slightly.
"Really?" he
slowly raised an arm and grasped the hundred mist in the sky.
Whew! The
clouds in the whole sky suddenly became agitated.
Under the gaze of all the races and aliens, a huge palm composed of white clouds held in his hand the hundred mist that had flown far away in the sky.
The Ancestor of the Mist changed his face suddenly.
"How is it possible!"
"You are obviously seriously injured, how can you still have the ability to resist!" Lin
Du smiled faintly and did not explain too much.
His palms clenched slowly, and the white cloud palms in mid-air also moved...
"No, don't!" the Ancestor of the Mist shouted angrily.
Bang!
Under the huge grip of Bai Yun's palm, the hundred mist exploded into green smoke and dissipated in mid-air.
The faces of all the aliens changed in an instant.
If the gaze could kill, Lin Du might have been cut by a thousand knives at this moment, and he would have eaten it all!
"Lin Du, you should die!" The
Ancestor of the Mist was completely enraged by Lin Du's provocations again and again.
He tried his best to get rid of the black python, and the mist in the sky turned into a cage and fell towards Lin Du.
The Ancestor of the Mist was released, even if he was injured by the black python behind him, he had to kill Lin Du completely.
Recklessly!
This time and again, from the King of the Burning Sun to the Pupil of the Heavens, and then to the last Nine Hell Bone Emperor, the Ancestor of the Mist was full of confidence in these three top 10 throne demons, but the ending slapped him in the face...
This time, he's going to take action himself!
The Ancestor of the Mist hasn't arrived yet, but the monstrous sense of oppression has come first.
Just from the sense of oppression brought by the Ancestor of Mist, Lin Du could clearly judge that the Ancestor of Mist was definitely not at the same level as the previous three throne demons!
Even if he was in his heyday when he was not injured, his hole cards would not have much effect in front of the Ancestor of Mist...
Lin Du swept towards the portal without looking back.
The Ancestor of the Mist followed, his eyes angry enough to breathe flames.
Lin Du didn't dare to hide his clumsiness, and the "Nine Patterns Treading Cloud Step" under the ten cloud patterns was running at full strength, and his figure quickly drilled into the portal.
The Ancestor of the Mist saw that Lin Du had gotten in, and he wanted to get in, but the trace of terror in the portal made him stop moving.
Seeing that the Ancestor of the Mist did not follow, Lin Du sighed regretfully.
He poked his head out of the edge of the portal, looked at the Ancestor of the Mist with a mocking expression, and said, "Come on, chase me
!" "I'll give you xxx if I catch it!" The
Ancestor of the Mist once again turned into a middle-aged man with a grim face.
His eyebrows throbbed violently, his fists clenched, and his steel teeth creaked.
"Boy, you don't have to be complacent
!" "After killing all the Terran powerhouses here, this seat will definitely torture you!" Lin
Du rolled his eyes, a little speechless.
"You 5th Throne Demon of the Alien Race, what else can you do besides ruthless words?"
"It's nothing!" The
Ancestor of the Mist was about to refute Lin Du again, when the sky above him suddenly darkened without warning.
The whole space instantly became invisible to the five fingers.
A voice of extreme indifference resounded throughout the sky.
"Lin Aotian's nephew, be killed!".