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"Clang~"

Before everyone could react, St. Luke had already drawn his sword and unsheathed it.

With the long sound of the sword, he raised his sword and pointed it at the center of the battlefield. The bitter sword light instantly penetrated the rain curtain and slashed straight down.

Just like the sky is hanging upside down, the terrifying edge makes people's scalp numb.

The Tauren and the Demons who were fighting were shocked and almost at the same time felt the approaching of death.

If you don’t retreat, you will definitely die!

The people on both sides flew backward like an electric shock.

Under the crisis of life and death, the demons have already exerted their speed to the extreme, and their figures are as fast as lightning.

However, they were fast, and the sword light was faster than them.

Almost as they retreated, the sword light had already slashed down, and the overwhelming sword light instantly submerged them.

"ah!"

"Ahhhh!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

There were endless screams of screams on the battlefield.

I don't know how many demons were unable to escape and were wiped out from the sword light. Even the high-level demon black smoke was almost wiped by the sword light, and they were covered in cold sweat.

On the contrary, the Taurus clan thought that he would die this time, but the sword light wiped their bodies and slashed over. Although the hot sword light made the cow hair curled up on their bodies, none of the Taurus was injured or died.

After a moment, the sword light dissipated and a deep sword mark appeared on the ground.

As the rain rushes, the deep ditch caused by the sword light gathers a lot of rain in the blink of an eye, like the Chu River and Han Realm, traversing the entire battlefield.

On one side of the sword scar is the unscathed tauren, and on the other side, most of the demons were killed and injured.

The Tauren clan looked at this scene blankly, but he didn't react for a long time.

For a moment, the whole scene was silent.

...

"Haha~" Just outside this planet, a two or three thousand-meter-long spacecraft was floating quietly in the void.

Wu Hui lay on the special master chair in front of the bridge, eating the beautiful angel peeled and handed over various delicacies. While enjoying St. Luke's performance, he had reached the eight-winged archangel's strength, and it was as easy to deal with those weak demons.

Taking advantage of the overlook, Wu Hui also saw the entire Morning Light Plane through the porthole. There is no doubt that this is a very beautiful planet. However, at this time, this planet seemed to be shrouded in a ball of black fog, and the space was also a little distorted.

The black fog was trying to erode the world through the twisted space. The magic fog had already eroded the space gaps in multiple weak spaces.

All kinds of ugly monsters desperately drilled into the Morning Light Plane from the gap. They gathered in groups to wait for the higher demons to enter. Once they waited for a higher demon, they would launch a crazy attack on the nearby Taurus tribe under the leadership of the other party.

The crisis encountered by this Taurus tribe is not a single one. Now the war on the Chenhui plane has been ignited completely, and it is happening that sparks are spreading. If it is not saved, it is estimated that in ten years, the Chenhui plane will be destroyed and swallowed by the mysterious demon civilization.

This is the planet plane that Wu Hui spent a lot of money to buy, pointing at it to generate income.

Calm down!

Wu Hui continued to look at St. Luke's side.

The high-level demon with a strength of level 9 was shocked by Saint Luke.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and gave a pilgrimage to Luke, and asked: "Which god is you? Why should you interfere in my demons?"

Although he was polite in his attitude, his tone was also tough. Although the person who came was strong, the demon clan he belonged to came from a branch of the demon clan in the distant starry sky. With their demon clan alone, the strong people in the clan gathered, and there were even a level 11 demon god in charge, and not everyone could afford it.

St. Luke glanced at him with the corner of his eyes, but ignored him. Instead, he put his sword back into the sheath and looked down at the Taurus clan who was seriously injured.

"The blood hoof of the original plane has sold this plane to my master. From now on, everything on the plane will be my master, including the Taurus clan."

He announced in a deep voice, and while speaking, a huge spiritual force swept across the audience, and everyone instantly understood the cause and effect.

The transaction was completed in the Coys trading market. The entire process was filed and could be found by just checking it, but it could not be fake.

Black Smoke's face suddenly turned dark, and the Tauren clan was even more uproar.

"How is this possible?" The Taurus Chief's big bronze bell's eyes widened, shook his head wildly, refusing to believe all this, "How could the great ancestor god abandon us?!"

The already pale face of the tauren shaman behind him completely faded away.

As a shaman, he is one of the people closest to gods and one of the people with the most sensitive sense of changes in gods. Recalling the fact that he could never get feedback from the ancestor gods during prayers recently, he could not even deceive himself.

"What he said is probably true."

His lips were trembling, and even his voice was trembling.

The establishment of faith takes time, but collapses in a moment.

The Taurus clan has to accept the blessings of the ancestor gods since they were born. The ancestor gods are not only their faith, but also their ancestors, but also their spiritual pillars.

When the shaman heard the words of the shaman, the Taurus, who was originally lucky, suddenly collapsed completely.

Many taurens fell to the ground, lost their souls, and even cursed them directly. The tauren boys also became confused and at a loss.

The Taurus Chief couldn't help but roared to the sky, his heart full of pain and confusion. Even the blood-connected ancestor god abandoned them. What's the point of their support until now?

In the cliff, the old shaman hiding in the cave also widened his eyes in disbelief, trembling lips and muttered to himself: "How could it be...How could it be..."

But St. Luke doesn't care whether they can accept reality or not.

There are countless Taurus tribes in the entire Chenhui plane that are being hunted down. He has no time to talk to them, and he has no time to waste waiting for them to calm down.

He flapped his wings and fell into the Tauren, and said lightly: "The plane changed its owner, and the original natives on the plane will generally become slaves. But my master is kind and willing to give you a chance."

As he said that, he raised his hand and invited a statue of light from the storage ring.

The statue is three or four people tall, as smooth as jade, and has a majestic atmosphere. As soon as it lands, it emits a faint golden light.

"This is the statue of my Lord God. You know what to do."

After saying that, he took off again without waiting for them to react, slapped his white wings and galloped in the other direction.

In the sky, a golden eyeball with wings penetrated the thick clouds and fell from the sky, leading the way for St. Luke in front.

In the blink of an eye, his figure lingering in the holy light disappeared into the thick clouds.

"Shaman, chief..."

Seeing St. Luke leave, the people of the Tartar who thought they were safe suddenly became uneasy.

St. Luke's meaning is very clear. No God will protect irrelevant people. Believe in this God, they are their own people, and everything is easy to say, otherwise they will have to die.

The Taurus Chief and the Taurus Shaman looked at each other and hesitated for a moment.

Before the change, they would not even hesitate and would never betray the ancestor god. However, after being beaten by the ancestor god, their hearts were shaken.

However, since the wavering is still the same, the faith in the ancestor god has long been rooted in their bloodlines and souls. How can the determination to change the faith be so easy?

"Sir Black Smoke, what should we do?" A demon saw Saint Luke leaving, and hurriedly came to Black Smoke to ask respectfully.

"Since you're leaving, what should you do." Heiyan snorted coldly, "What if a god bought this plane? If you want to take over the plane, you have to see if the demon gods agree or not."

Their demon race cost a lot to get a demon race order to fight this planet plane that was found in the four-dimensional space folded.

As long as this plane is occupied, the entire demon clan will use this plane as a springboard and gradually erode this star field, even the entire Xingzhou.

And their team will also receive great merits. Even He Black Smoke may obtain a large amount of resources and have the opportunity to be promoted to the Demon God. How can such a good opportunity be missed?

"Lord Black Smoke is right." The demon clan flatteredly, "There are a few demon gods here, and a mere little hairy god is not worth worrying about."

After saying that, he turned around and kicked the ordinary demons beside him: "Why are you all standing stupid? Why don't you get on! Kill all those ungrateful taurens!"

The ordinary demon clan was kicked and staggered, but he did not dare to complain at all. He turned around and took his demon soldiers and killed the Taurus under the cliff.

In an instant, the offensive that had just been suspended started again, and the Taurus was surrounded again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Taurus Chief forced himself to push the front with his last breath. However, they knew in their hearts that they could not hold it for long in their current state.

After finally repelling an attack, several scars were added to the Tauren Chief's body, and his already injured left leg could hardly move.

He gasped violently: "Elder Shaman, make an idea, I'll listen to you."

Seeing him like this, the Taurus Shaman smiled miserably: "Even the ancestor god has abandoned us, what else can we hesitate about? Forget it~ Just do that."

As he said that, he turned around and knelt down at the tall and majestic statue of the god, raised his hands high and knocked to the ground.

"Great God, please protect the Tauren clan..."

His voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, with a desperate and determined bet.

...

In the "Judge" battleship, Wu Hui has been paying attention to the situation in the Chenhui plane.

Just as the Taurus Shaman spoke, he suddenly felt his mind moving and found that there was a new channel of faith that squeezed out the original channel of faith and connected to his divine nature.

At the same time, the new channel of faith was still condensing and becoming stronger and stronger. In just a few breaths, it had transformed into a pious believer. In this way, its transformation trend has not stopped and it is still condensing, but its speed is much slower than before.

"Haha, it turns out that no matter what kind of creature it is, it will always be the most vulnerable at the most critical moment."

Wu Hui was deeply moved.
To be continued...