"You seem to... don't know the current situation." On the face without facial features, the Holy Lord actually opened a pair of eyes.

The pupils in these eyes were turquoise, and the pupils in them were extremely small, like black dots in gems, looking at each other... it made people feel uncomfortable.

The old man immediately lowered his head, not daring to forget the Lord.

"Our only choice now... is to destroy the human race." The Holy Master said in an unusually cold tone, "There is no other choice."

"The only way to annihilate the human race is to make every effort to dispatch all of them."

"Besides, there is no other way to go!"

After saying this, the Holy Lord turned and left.

The old man looked at the back of the Holy Lord, his face was full of puzzlement and panic!

He didn't understand... Why did the Holy Lord act so impatiently this time?

This is completely different from the previous strategic direction of the Holy Lord!

Fang Yu has already returned and will continue to implement the plan...

Moreover, go and ask the second master of the temple to take action!

This time, the Holy Lord seemed to want to do everything.

But why choose this way?

They obviously can continue to come up with some strategies, similar to this... the plan to let Fang Yu cross the plane to adjust the tiger away from the mountain.

Now Yuhuamen has no night song.

Do it again, you will definitely be able to take down the feather gate!

At the same time, it can smoothly kill the human race!

However, the Holy Lord chose the most impatient and direct way.

Knowing Fang Yu's return, continue the original plan!

And, this time I gave everything, desperately!

The old man's heart throbbed.

He stood up, looked back, gritted his teeth, and walked away.

...

"Swish swish..."

At this moment, in the sky above the Southern Territory, a series of portals appeared.

A group of figures flashed out of the portal.

Most of them wore white robes, only the marks on their right arms were different.

However, their cultivation base aura is extremely terrifying.

All are on top of the fairyland.

It is the realm of a saint recognized by many monks on Datianchen Star!

A famous saint flew out from the portal, and then... began to bombard the area indiscriminately!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The air law can spread, and the ground keeps bursting!

Groups of smoke and dust, screams, corpses... appeared in various areas of the Southern Territory!

In the sky above the Southern Territory, there were at least two hundred saints!

Two hundred!

It's all the power above the fairyland!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed this figure.

Two hundred saints...

The sum of the saints of Datianchenxing is probably less than half!

But Zhisheng Pavilion sent two hundred people at one time!

"Ahhhhh..."

"Help, help..."

"Why are they killing us, why..."

There were bursts of noise from various parts of the Southern Territory, mixed with screams.

The scene today is even more terrifying than the civil strife before.

The civil strife at the time was initiated by forces in various places, and the monks in all places still had the power to fight, even if they were lost, they could escape.

But this time, it's a saint!

The saint shot, every blow contains the strongest aura of climbing in the fairyland, who can resist it?

Can't resist it at all!

Anyone who is unlucky within the bombardment range will have a dead end!

And these saints are very flexible and move extremely fast. Ten saints in a realm can kill all the people in the entire realm without taking too long!

For the human race of the Southern Territory, this is a devastating disaster!

It's also something they didn't want to understand until they died.

The five million coalition forces of the Twenty-Four Clans were all destroyed by Fang Yu, and the highest controllers of the Twenty-Four Clans were all killed by Fang Yu in the ring!

Shouldn't they be safe?

Why are there enemies coming, and they are all saint-level powers!

"Boom boom boom..."

Ordinary monks and mortals, in front of these Saints of the Most Holy Pavilion, are really inferior to ants.

Their faces were expressionless, their eyes blasted out magical powers indifferently, and each blow killed hundreds of people.

The corpse was spread out, blood splashing on the ground.

Such a scene is truly a **** on earth, shocking.

The smell of blood filled the sky over the Southern Territory, and the breath of death enveloped the world.

...

Inside the feather gate.

Fang Yu has received news from the major forces in the Southern Region.

Zhisheng Pavilion... finally couldn't sit still and took the initiative to attack.

And this move fits Fang Yu's intention.

"We have to rush to support immediately, otherwise the entire Southern Territory Human Race will be killed..." Shi Yuan said in a loud voice with red eyes.

"Hurry up? This way is too slow to kill one by one, even if the killing is over, the Southern Region will be almost destroyed." Fang Yu said coldly.

"Wow!"

As soon as the voice fell, Fang Yu's figure flashed and rushed to the sky.

In the air, he looked up at the sky above.

Then, raised his hands.

"Om..."

Two heavenly swords appeared on his palms.

Heavenly twin swords!

The main sword is on the right and the secondary sword is on the left!

The two blades appeared together, and the color of the sword aura on the blades changed with dazzling golden light.

"The Most Holy Pavilion...you all scumbags, you deserve to die."

Fang Yu's pupils still showed a dark red color, but in the pupils, the mark of the golden cross sword had appeared.

Afterwards, the twin swords of heaven... crossed together.

"bass!"

The moment the main sword of Heaven and the secondary sword collided, an unprecedented dazzling light burst out!

"Om..."

The sacred breath instantly enveloped the world!

The people still on Yuhuamen Island looked up at the sky with amazement.

In their vision, one can clearly see that a golden cross sword mark appeared in the sky!

This mark gleams and expands rapidly!

"Swish..."

High in the sky, the golden cross sword imprints in Fang Yu's eyes quickly turned.

The sacred magic energy, at a speed beyond recognition, instantly enveloped the entire southern region!

Complete in an instant!

At this moment, all the massacres that were taking place throughout the Southern Territory fell into Fang Yu's eyes.

Fang Yu controls the entire Southern Region.

Even half of the Eastern Region and Western Region outside the Southern Region are in his vision.

This feeling is very special.

This is a feeling of controlling sentient beings, and the birth and death of the bounds.

Within the scope of the aura, whoever Fang Yu wants to live will be able to live.

Whoever wants to die, he will not survive for another second!

The other party, not necessarily a creature, can also be a stone, a weed on the ground.

"Is this how Hong Tianchen usually feels?" Fang Yu was slightly excited.

"No, maybe it's more like the law of the plane." Li Huoyu said.

"The Law of the Plane..."

Fang Yu's eyes flickered slightly.

But soon, he abandoned all distractions.

Under his control, he has seen more than two hundred saints sent by Zhisheng Pavilion.