After a while, the Red Nether Soul Lord stopped smiling, walked through the entrance and exit indifferently, and stared at Zhenjun Tiansheng.
“What’s the matter?” Zhenjun Tiansheng narrowed his eyes slightly, this is what he and the entire spirit clan army wanted to know.
They evacuated the True Feather Origin Realm ahead of time because they were worried about being stabbed in the back by the Soul Race, and they were completely ignorant of the next situation in the True Feather Origin Realm.
Now, seeing that the Red Nether Soul Lord led the Soul Race army back, they are naturally curious about how the war is going!
“The battle in the Real Feather Origin Realm is over!”
The soul master of Chiming continued with a long voice, “Our two clans failed, so my soul clan withdrew from the True Feather Origin Realm, but your spirit clan…!”
Speaking of this, the Chi Ming soul master paused, causing a trace of tension to appear in the eyes of Zhenjun Detiansheng and all the people of the spirit clan.
“The two heavenly monarchs of the Spirit Race have fallen, and the remaining army of the Spirit Race has also perished!” Chi Ming Soul Master said in a deep voice.
boom! !
The words of the Red Nether Soul Lord were like thunder from nine heavens, exploding in the minds of all the people of the Spirit Race.
The two Heavenly Monarchs have fallen?
How is this possible?
This is absolutely impossible!
All the people of the Spirit Race do not believe in the words of the Red Nether Soul Lord, or are unwilling to believe the words of the Red Nether Soul Lord.
“Soul Lord Red Nether, do you think that a few words can disturb the morale of our spirit clan army?” Zhenjun Tiansheng’s face was serious, but his eyes were full of sneers.
“This is true!”
The Red Nether Soul Lord looked indifferent, and with a wave of his big hand, a scene appeared in front of him, and the people of the Spirit Race could see it clearly.
In the scene, it is the scene where Chi Minghun Lord and others and Yuzu Zhenyu join hands to suppress and kill the two heavenly kings of the Lingzu.
“This is impossible!”
Zhenjun Tiansheng’s complexion changed, and he shouted loudly.
However, although he said it was impossible, he actually believed it in his heart.
Because this scene is obviously a simulated memory scene. Although it can be faked, it is almost impossible to simulate it so realistically in an instant.
“Tiansheng, your spirit clan’s energy is exhausted, surrender, this soul master can let the past go, let you take charge of Nebula World for my soul clan!” Chi Ming soul master said loudly.
His conditions must not seem good, surrendering to the Soul Clan, becoming a subsidiary force of the Soul Clan, and managing Nebula World for the Soul Clan, can be regarded as having a foothold here.
“Ha ha ha ha!!”
Zhenjun Tiansheng laughed loudly, “Soul Lord Chiming, even if the Tianjun of our family falls, you can’t tolerate us. If my millions of spirits want to survive, they can only fight for themselves!”
The words of Tiansheng Zhenjun seem to be warning the Red Nether Soul Lord, but they are actually warning the millions of spirit clan troops behind him.
Let the spirit of the army of the spirit tribe not be shaken, surrender is only a dead end, and only by following him to win the real king, can we win the opportunity.
After saying that, Tianshen Zhenjun waved his hand, and a large number of soul clan people appeared in front of him.
These people, there are three million people, are very ordinary soul clan, and their cultivation base is extremely low.
These three million people of the soul clan are the soul clan that Zhenjun Tiansheng picked up in the Tianhun source realm during this period of time.
All of these people had their cultivation and soul power sealed, and they became lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
As long as Zhenjun Tiansheng blows a breath casually, these three million people of the soul clan will be wiped out in an instant.
“Soul Lord Chiming, you must agree to my conditions, otherwise, the lives of more than three million people in your clan may not be saved!” Tiansheng Zhenjun Lang shouted.
Seeing this, the Red Nether Soul Lord immediately frowned. He didn’t expect that Tiansheng Zhenjun, a majestic spirit clan with a great power at the Pitian Realm, would even use such coercive methods.
To be honest, Chi Ming Soul Lord doesn’t care about the life and death of these more than three million clansmen. After all, his soul clan has no shortage of such ordinary clansmen, let alone three million, even thirty million he can give up.
However, he doesn’t care, other powerhouses of the Soul Clan do.
He couldn’t ignore the life and death of more than three million people in front of thousands of troops.
“hateful!”
“Using such a despicable method!”