Beastmaster of the Ages - Chapter 5369
[Chapter 5267: Cemetery!]
The fight has not really started yet on the side of Emperor Ye Tian’s Mansion, so at this moment the heartstrings of the entire Emperor Xu are all tied to the side of Emperor An Tian’s Mansion, and to the 1.5 million soldiers of the An tribe!
When the King of the Right Tomb read out the name of his son-in-law An Luan, the shadow of the most despair fell over the heads of all the blood relatives of the An clan. At that moment, all their beliefs seemed to be torn to pieces.
“An Luan!”
The King of the Right Tomb saw the silence in the whole place. His mouth curled up, his face was cold and he was laughing wildly. He raised his voice several times and said again: “The future emperor of the An clan, still not shut down the Antian Emperor Dragon? The future emperor of the An clan Wealth and glory are all in your hands!”
This higher sound wave naturally caused more people of the An tribe to hear this shocking news. Facing four times more Illusionary God cultivators, if they even lost their last guardian The barrier has been opened by one’s own people. How can a person named An on this battlefield resist the seven million phantom god army?
The cosmic giant sword is still above everyone’s heads at this moment, tearing apart thousands of nebulae with such world-destroying power, how intimidating it is!
Deathly silence!
Deathly despair!
The soldiers of the An tribe who were originally full of fighting spirit had lost their voices at this moment. Their faces were completely pale. They turned back to look at the young emperor Anluan in the rear…
At this moment, Anluan was receiving millions of gazes. , these eyes include joking, ridicule, despair, struggle, and all kinds of emotions, but there is not much hope.
yes!
He is the son-in-law of the Right Tomb King, and his wife is a top bloodline of the Tomb of Gods Cult. Almost all of his children grew up in the Tomb of Gods Cult. He has been building a good relationship with the Tomb of Gods Cult all his life. Just when he was about to succeed, his father chose his younger brother, making him suffer countless jokes and ridicules.
He is the young king of the An clan!
Why would Anyang get more respect and love during this period? He had worked diligently for hundreds of thousands of years. Why would his father say in the Xuantian Palace that he, An Luan, was not the only successor?
The more the An people know about An Luan’s fate, the more desperate they are for the reality at this moment. When King You Tomb put the control of the fate of the An people in An Luan’s hands, at least 9,900 of the 10,000 An people One hundred and ninety-nine people wanted to cry, because they thought that An Luan would definitely take revenge on his father and embrace the Tomb of Gods Cult…
So, King You Tomb smiled!
All the Illusion God cultivators of Mu Xuemai also laughed at this moment.
In their opinion, the most unsuspicious thing in the world is An Luan’s heart.
Let me ask, which eldest son can still remain sincere to his father and family after suffering such unfair treatment?
Impossible!
Therefore, these targets projected on An Luan really have no hope at all. Almost every An Luan people already feel helpless and ridiculous…
“I’m sorry, I was born as an An people and died as a ghost of the An people. Unless I let you My soul is shattered, and no one can make me shut down An Tian Dilong.”
In countless moments of despair, these simple, calm, but deeply affectionate words echoed on this dead battlefield.
“Huh?”
Countless An clan members raised their heads in shock and looked at their young clan emperor. They could hardly believe their ears.
“He means…”
Everyone was trying hard to recall what An Luan said just now. Because it was so unexpected, they didn’t even hear it clearly at the time.
However, there is no need to recall, the smile of the right tomb king slowly sank. He pursed his lips and looked at An Luan calmly, but his eyes were already filled with frost.
He asked: “An Luan, son-in-law, what are you talking about?”
He and countless other monks from the Divine Tomb Sect behind him stared at An Luan with eyes full of intimidation and coldness. Luan.
To be honest, An Luan’s defection was just the icing on the murderous cake for them. They really didn’t need this defection. They just wanted the An Luan people to die more desperate.
It’s nothing more than feeling disgusted in the midst of a joyful victory.
They didn’t want to be disgusted, so King Right Tomb gave them one last chance!
Faced with this opportunity, An Luan slowly raised his head in the storm. His eyes gradually became intense, and the power of the dragon belonging to the Star Boundary clan surged. He controlled the protective barrier. At this moment, all the light signs tens of millions of meters long around him The Destruction Dragon composed of divine patterns appeared behind him!
He and the Destruction Dragons spoke at the same time and roared: “I, An Luan, say: Today’s Antian Emperor’s Mansion is your Mu Xuemei’s genocide cemetery! !
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The sound vibrating from the protective barrier was like billions of thunders from the sky. The explosion struck the ears of those Illusionary God monks, and also struck the originally desperate hearts of all An clan warriors!
One and a half million soldiers of the An tribe looked at An Luan with eyes wide open in disbelief. Listening to his roaring voice, these words were like a torch, rekindling everyone’s extinguished faith!
At that moment, the eyes of the soldiers of the An clan were red, and the volcanoes in their chests erupted. They didn’t know why they were so passionate. They only felt that the young clan emperor who had been treated badly did not even give up on the An clan, nor did he give up the fight. , who is still qualified to give up?
“An Luan…”
Among them, the most unbelievable person is An Xuetian. She understands An Luan’s situation and state of mind best. She also knows what kind of desperate situation the An family is facing at the moment. He obviously only needs to nod his head to change his life. When it comes to survival and prosperity, he can vent his dissatisfaction with his father. Why would he choose a dead end?
“Brother!”
An Xuetian looked at the clan leader An Dingtian again, only to find that this guy actually laughed on such a battlefield, and only a few tears in the corner of his eyes showed how moved and concerned he was.
I don’t know why, after hearing An Luan’s declaration and seeing the tear in the corner of An Dingtian’s eyes, even An Xuetian, who had already planned to abandon the An clan, felt her blood boiling at the moment. She wanted to shout out, fight, and fight to the death. in the end!
“The An clan must win! Must win! Must win!!”
The belief brought by Li Tianming was rekindled at this moment and exploded again. One and a half million An clan gods roared crazily, with fighting intent rising to the sky. Their natal star realms were burning, it was hard to believe how powerful they were!
Coupled with the Antian Emperor Dragon’s protective barrier, even if they faced the five million phantom god monks of Mu Xuemai, they were still at the same disadvantage as at the beginning, and their momentum was even stronger at this moment!
When the Right Tomb King and those Mu Xuelei powerhouses saw this scene, they were stunned at first.
soon!
This incredible sluggishness turned into more ruthless murderous intent and hysterical ridicule.
“It really impressed me.” The King of the Right Tomb shook his head dumbly, and then said happily: “It’s a pity that it’s just a moment of self-impression. When no one of you from the An tribe is left, it will be up to you to choose. What kind of crying.”
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