Novel Star 268. Lin Aotian's Nephew, Should Be Killed
268. Lin Aotian's Nephew, Should Be Killed
The powerhouses coming from the Black Kirin Empire are not considered high overall.
Lin Du took a rough look, and the one with the highest realm was a black jade unicorn at the peak of the 25th rank.
In addition, there are three or four strong men above the 20th rank who are transformed into unicorns.
The rest are all in the 17th and 18th stages.
Compared with Great Qin, the Black Kirin Empire was already weaker.
These strong men in front of them, as well as the strong men sent to stop the alien race before, are already the entire background of the Black Qilin Empire.
These powerhouses from the Black Kirin Empire joined, and the number of human powerhouses on the field directly crushed the aliens.
Apart from the peak of the 27th rank, the ancestor of the mist, the foreign race has no advantage at all.
It's a pity that the ancestor of the mist was so entangled by the black python that he couldn't get away at all.
Of the remaining Nine Prison Bone Emperors and Deceiving Eyes, one was held back and the other was fishing in troubled waters, so they couldn't do much at all
With most of the danger eliminated, Lin Du did not enter the Canglong Guild Hall in a hurry, but found a place to sit down on the spot.
He has the supreme bone and ten cloud patterns, so the recovery speed is very fast
Lin Du didn't want to miss the wonderful battle in front of him.
More than half an hour passed, and the two sides were still fighting inextricably, but the casualties on both sides were getting bigger and bigger.
Those powerhouses below the 20th rank in the Black Kirin Empire almost died and were injured!
On the other side of the alien race, four or five throne monsters above the 20th rank died in the hands of the human race.
Seeing the precarious situation, the ancestor of the mist became a little anxious.
In the mist that filled the sky, nearly a hundred streams of fine mist were separated and shot into the distance.
These hundred paths of fog carried the thoughts of the ancestor of the fog, asking for help from the alien army behind.
"Stop the fog quickly, don't let the ancestor of the fog ask for help!" Luo Yuanjin was shocked and shouted loudly.
Many strong human races have seen the hundreds of tiny fogs, but the strong human races are powerless to stop them at all because they have no skills to separate themselves!
All the big monsters on the thrones of alien races also knew that this hundred fogs were their hope of survival, so they couldn't help but increase their strength in their hands, frantically dragging down the strong human race.
"It's over, it's too late!" Luo Yuanjin despaired.
If they were rushed to by a large force of foreign races, none of the races here would survive.
Chu Hongsi blew his beard and stared, but there was nothing he could do.
"Jie Jie", the ancestor of the mist, sneered with indescribable satisfaction in his voice.
"Jie Jie, there are so many strong people of the human race gathered here, when our big army comes, none of you will even try to escape!"
"If you annihilate these humble human races, there will be fewer and fewer people who can stop our race..."
"When the time comes... Jie Jie!"
Seeing the hundreds of fogs flying farther and farther away, all the strong people of the race looked unwilling.
This moment is a great situation, and the combat power of the human race is no longer inferior to that of other races. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
If all the alien races here can be beheaded, then the alien races who attacked the ancestral star will suffer heavy losses this time.
Perhaps, this is the last hope of the human race to keep the ancestral star...
Seeing that Baidao Misty was about to fly away from the sight of all the people, Lin Du, who was sitting on the ground healing his wounds, suddenly opened his mouth.
"Ancestor of the Mist, aren't you too happy?"
"I want to report, have I agreed?"
Lin Du stretched his waist and moved his stiff body.
After more than half an hour of recovery, his injury has healed a bit, and the power of the moiré on his forehead has also increased by [-] to [-]%.
Seeing that Lin Du was able to stand up unharmed, the ancestor of the mist, his eyes in the mist were extremely gloomy.
"Hmph, you are exhausted, don't be brave."
"The fog of hundreds of reports from this seat has flown far away, and no one can stop it!"
The corner of Lin Du's mouth raised slightly.
"is it?"
He slowly raised one arm, and grasped it toward the mist in the sky.
call!
The clouds in the entire sky suddenly became restless.
Under the watchful eyes of all races and alien races, a huge palm made of white clouds grasped the Baidao mist that had flown far away from the sky.
The ancestor of the mist suddenly changed his face.
"how is this possible!"
"You are obviously seriously injured, how can you still have the ability to resist!"
Lin Du smiled lightly without explaining too much.
His palms were slowly clenched, and Baiyun's palms in mid-air also moved accordingly...
"No, don't!" the ancestor of the mist shouted angrily.
boom!
Under the huge grip of Baiyun's palm, the hundred paths of mist exploded into streaks of green smoke, which dissipated in mid-air.
The faces of all the aliens changed instantly at this moment.
If eyes could kill, Lin Du might have been hacked into pieces and eaten up by now!
"Lin Du, you should die!"
The ancestor of the mist was completely angered 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 willing to go all out, even if he was injured by the black python behind him, he had to kill Lin Du completely.
Regardless of the consequences!
This time, from the King of Flame Sun to the Eye of Deceiving the Sky, to the last Bone Emperor of the Nine Prisons, the Ancestor of the Mist has full confidence in these three top 10 throne monsters, but the ending slaps him in the face...
This time, he will do it himself!
The ancestor of the mist has not yet arrived, but the monstrous sense of oppression arrived first.
Just from the sense of oppression brought by the ancestor of the mist, Lin Du can clearly judge that the ancestor of the mist is definitely not at the same level as the previous three great throne monsters!
Even in his prime state when he was uninjured, all his trump cards would not have much effect in front of the ancestor of the mist...
Lin Du rushed towards the portal without looking back.
The ancestor of the mist followed closely behind, his eyes were so angry that they could spew out flames.
Lin Du didn't dare to hide his clumsiness, the "Nine Patterns Stepping on the Clouds" under the ten cloud patterns was running at full strength, and his figure quickly got into the portal.
Seeing that Lin Du had slipped in, the ancestor of the mist wanted to slip in too, but the vaguely terrifying aura in the portal made him stop.
Seeing that the ancestor of the mist did not follow, Lin Du sighed regretfully.
He poked his head out from the edge of the portal, looked at the ancestor of the mist with a mocking face and said, "Come on, chase me!"
"I'll give you xxx if I catch up with you!"
The ancestor of the mist turned into a middle-aged man with a grim face again.
His eyebrows twitched violently, his fists were tightly clenched, and his steel teeth "creaked".
"Boy, you don't have to be proud!"
"After beheading all the powerful people here, I will definitely torture you!"
Lin Du rolled his eyes, a little speechless.
"You are the fifth throne demon of the alien race, what else can you do besides speak harshly?"
"Nothing!"
The ancestor of the mist was about to refute Lin Du again, when the sky above his head suddenly darkened without warning.
The whole space instantly became invisible.
An extremely indifferent voice resounded through the entire sky.
"Lin Aotian's nephew, you should be killed!"