Nearly four thousand years ago, the Mo army came in a vast expanse, conquered Buhui Pass, entered the realm of the sky, and then used the realm of the sky as a springboard to invade the three thousand worlds.

That is the prelude to the fall of the heavens.

Since then, the original master of the Three Thousand Worlds, the human race, has been trapped in a corner. The concealment of despair and darkness has allowed the race to be sincere and determined. Thousands of years of accumulation have made it difficult to survive. The continuous battles have caused countless soldiers to die. Until today, they have finally been re-invested.

In this battle, the Mo tribe who did not return to the gate were almost wiped out!

This battle marks that the human race has regained the capital to confront the Mo race.

This is a battle that can be recorded in history and will be admired by future generations!

The long-term depression and humiliation fermented in the chests of every soldier of the human race. When the last Mo tribe fell, the soldiers could no longer suppress the joy and joy in their hearts. The shouts and cheers that tore through the void sounded...

The war is not completely over yet.

There is also a giant ink-colored god who is fighting stubbornly.

But anyone can see that it is just surviving.

Ada and A Er from the giant god clan joined forces to control it, and this ink-colored giant god could not escape no matter what. Next, the human race only needs to make corresponding arrangements and cooperate with the two giant gods to completely take down this ink-colored giant god.

The human army, which had just won a big victory, did not delay for too long, and did not even have time to count the damage to the war. All the soldiers dragged their tired bodies and acted under the order of the General Administration.

The twelve-way army of human race, like twelve invincible torrents, sealing the void in all directions. The center of this void is the battlefield between two giant gods and the ink-colored giant gods.

All the remaining warships of each army were woven into a huge fleet. The power of various magic arrays and secret treasures on the warships was secretly accumulating, and the sharp aura pointed directly at the ink-colored giant god.

Under such a situation, even if it is as strong as a giant ink-colored god, it cannot help but feel despair that is about to come.

It knew that this time it was afraid that it would not survive no matter what.

In fact, when the first giant ink spirit was killed by Yang Kai and Ada, it already had the will to escape, but at that time A'er struggled to get involved, making it difficult for it to get out of the way. When Ada came to support him, he could not get out of it.

At present, tens of millions of soldiers of the human race have formed an encirclement. This is all the combat power that the human race can use now. If it cannot solve a giant ink god, then what else can we talk about?

On Chunyang Pass, Mi Jinglun and a group of ninth grades were waiting silently. Ripples suddenly appeared in the void. After the ripples passed, Yang Kai's figure appeared.

The Nine-ranks turned their heads and nodded slightly at him. No matter who it was, their eyes were full of admiration.

In terms of qualifications and age, Yang Kai may not be as good as most ninth ranks. Except for the two new ninth ranks Shi Dazhuang and Tang Tao, no one else has lived a few years longer than him.

But in terms of strength, he is the strongest human race!

If Mi Jinglun is the strongest mind of the human race, then Yang Kai is the sharpest blade of the human race. Yang Kai can be said to have 70% of the power of the ink-colored giant god, and the remaining 30% is made up for by Ada.

"Are you ready?" Yang Kai asked.

Mi Jinglun nodded: "I'm waiting for you."

Yang Kai stared at the ink-colored giant god over there and glanced: "Then let's start."

Mi Jinglun immediately made a gesture, and the blood-stained commander behind him immediately passed the order to all directions when he saw this.

At the same time, Yang Kai's spiritual thoughts surged and sent a few words.

In the battlefield where the human army was enfeoffed, three giants were entangled. Every time they collided, the aftermath of the sky and the earth split, the sky and the earth split. With two against one, Ada and A Er took advantage. The ink-colored giant god was beaten in a mess by their joint efforts. They were covered with scars on their bodies, and even one of their legs was a little twisted, as if their bones were broken.

The strength of the giant god and the ink-colored giant god are almost the same. If you fight alone, no one can do anything to each other. From the previous things, it can be seen that A Er and his opponent have fought in the Huo Realm for thousands of years, but they have not decided to win or lose.

If there is a strong man of equal combat power joining this kind of even-match battle, then the one with the advantage will definitely be the advantage.

This is the case with the sacrificial attack, and even Ada and Aji have to treat such a powerful enemy with caution.

Fortunately, they also have the human race as a reinforcement.

When Yang Kai sent a message, Ada was a little stunned, but A Er immediately understood and shouted to his brother: "Go!"

As he said this, he kicked the ink-colored giant god in the chest.

This time, the giant ink-colored god rolled in the air. A Er used his strength to escape to the rear. Although A Da's reaction was slower, he had two good things.

First, listen to your own brothers.

The second is to listen to Yang Kai’s words.

At this moment, he was naturally following the good deeds and hurriedly retreated while the ink-colored giant god was unstable.

After the two giant gods opened up enough space, the void suddenly trembled and countless powerful auras rose.

The next moment, tens of millions of streams of light covered the huge body of the ink-colored giant god spirit like a storm. The colorful light intertwined the vast void with colorful colors.

At this moment, the power of the magic array secret treasures on the human warships was stimulated, and the secret magic powers of the human strongmen were also fully exerting, venting their ink-colored giant gods continuously.

At the center of the intertwined attacks, the angry roar of the ink-colored giant god immediately came from.

For powerful creatures like the ink-colored giant god, casual attacks do not play much role at all. Even the magical powers displayed by the ninth grade of the human race will be difficult to hurt them.

However, when the number of these attacks reaches a certain level and explodes in an instant, the power gathered is hard to ignore for any creature.

There are too many ants and can kill the elephant, not to mention the elite soldiers of the human race who have overcome all obstacles and survived many great wars.

The light has not dissipated for a long time, one round of attacks has not yet been completed, and the second round of attacks has arrived.

The roar of the ink-colored giant god came to an abrupt end, and at the same time, everyone noticed that in the center of the light intertwined, a powerful aura suddenly disappeared.

At Chunyang Pass, all the nine ranks of the human race showed a look of surprise, and even Yang Kai was surprised.

After a slight surprise, Mi Jinglun raised his hand.

In this direction, the attack of the human army quickly subsided, as if it was a signal, and in all directions, all attacks gradually stopped.

Even though the attack had stopped, the dazzling light lasted for dozens of breaths before gradually dissipating.

A pair of eyes looked into the void ahead, and when I saw it, I could see the figure of the ink-colored giant god. There were only a bunch of huge and rich ink clouds and remaining corpses.

Yang Kai couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This second giant ink-colored god died like this!

Dead under two rounds of fire-raising attacks by the human army.

After a moment of silence, Mi Jinglun spoke, "It seems that we have a little overestimated it."

Originally, he planned to weaken the power of the ink-colored giant god in this way first, and then slowly grind the other party to death. Anyway, the twelve armies of the human race have sealed the voids in all directions, and there are two giant gods to support them. The ninth-grade human race has already taken their place, and the ink-colored giant gods cannot escape no matter what.

All that awaits it is destruction!

Who would have thought that before all the arrangements and deployments could work, the second ink-colored giant god was beaten to pieces, which made him seem to be a big deal.

On the side, Xiang Shan, who was pale-faced, spoke, "Be careful, there is no big mistake."

It is not that the human race has looked up to the ink-colored giant gods, but the human race has never had such a good opportunity to set up some means for the ink-colored giant gods.

You should know that this is a fire-focusing attack that gathers all the power of the human race. The ink-colored giant god can withstand the first round without destruction, which shows its power.

The battlefield was once again in a treacherous tranquility...

This sudden change made every human soldier feel a little unbelievable.

Until Mi Jinglun's voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Human race, great victory!"

After a few breaths of silence, a wave of cheers swept across the world, which was more fierce than before.

Previously, the Mo tribe was killed and the Buhui Pass was basically established, but there was still a giant ink god that needed to end, which could not be considered the end of the battle.

Until this moment, the second ink-colored giant god was also blown up, and the victory of the human army was considered to be here.

From this moment on, the human race has truly regained the Buhui Pass and controlled the three thousand worlds again, so there is no need to worry about the invasion of the Mo clan.

The emotions of excitement and joy were passed down between every soldier. Many surviving soldiers cried bitterly, not because they could survive, but because they cried bitterly for those who died in battle. They failed to see the glory of the victory of the human race.

The soldiers vented their emotions...

"Hmm?" Yang Kai suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction, his eyes showing a happy look.

In that direction, among the cheering and excited army, there was a person's breath turbulently, but as the breath fluctuated, the momentum quickly rose.

The man obviously realized what was going to happen, so he looked up and looked at Chunyang Pass.

And many soldiers around him also noticed it, and many people showed envious expressions.

Ouyang Lie laughed loudly: "It's Zheng Wuyou from my Xuanming Army, I'll give him some advice."

As he said this, he snatched over there regardless of his tired body and scars.

Wu Er, this man named Zheng Wu You has signs of breaking the mirror, and he is at the peak of the eighth grade at this time. In other words, he is about to break through the eighth grade bottleneck and advance to the ninth grade realm!

This is exciting news.

Since Shi Dazhuang and Tang Tao successively promoted to the ninth rank more than 30 years ago, no new ninth rank has been born on the human race.

But every senior executive of the human race clearly knows that the promotion of Shi Dazhuang and Tang Tao is just the beginning, and after them, more ninth grades will definitely be born, and this will be a continuous process.
Chapter completed!