However, the great sages of the Yama tribe who participated in the war were extremely humiliated and felt very unwilling.

Losing to the undead vampires is simply more uncomfortable than killing them.

Yan Wushen was actually a little unwilling. In the last battle, the roars of the swastika green dragon and the gold-buried white tiger shocked him and Zhang Ruochen into fainting at the same time, which led to the defeat of the Yan Luo clan.

If he is allowed to continue fighting, he may not have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Of course, he also understood why the Golden Burial White Tiger and the Swastika Qinglong did what they did, because the injuries on him and Zhang Ruochen were already very serious, especially Yan Wushen Shouyuan, who had lost thousands of years. If they were allowed to continue fighting, it would be very dangerous.

It may lead to a lose-lose outcome.

Even if you don't die, I'm afraid your foundation will be damaged.

Yan Zhexian has a very strong character and is unwilling to fail. He used illusions to cover up his slightly bulging belly, walked towards the Gate of Destiny, bowed and said: "There are regulations in the Temple of Destiny. All members of the clan must not leave their own planet. The undead vampire clan violates the rules.

The ranking should be deprived."

The great sages of the immortal vampire clan were all furious.

The Sword Prison Emperor rushed forward and shouted: "The undead blood clan's own star has been destroyed, why can't the clan members be transferred away?"

Yan Zhexian said: "The stars of our clan have been destroyed. Doesn't it just prove the failure of the immortal vampire clan?"

Feng Hou said: "The Temple of Destiny only requires us to protect our own people, but there is no rule that we must keep our own stars."

Another member of the Yama clan walked out, but he was the one who said: "That white jade sacred tree is the home star of the immortal blood clan. At least all the members of the immortal blood clan cannot leave that white jade sacred tree, right?"

The monks of the Yama tribe stood up one after another.

Between heaven and earth, there were voices that spread thousands of miles apart: "The Immortal Vampires have violated the rules of the Temple of Destiny and ask God Fulu to deprive them of their rankings and make the Battle of Hunting Sky fair and just."

There were many Yama monks in the Destiny God's Domain, and they all shouted petitions at this moment. Some monks even forced their way into the Destiny God's Mountain.

"If the Temple of Destiny cannot be fair and just, I will die on the Mount of Destiny today."

A young man from the Yama tribe pulled out the holy sword and wiped it on his neck, and blood immediately covered the ground.

"Pfft."

Another monk smashed his own head with a palm and fell into a pool of blood.

They want to use their own lives to prove the will of the Yama clan, force the Temple of Destiny to make concessions, and use their blood to exchange for the glory and dignity that belongs to the supreme clan.

More and more Yama monks died, each one without hesitation, and their blood was spread all over the long street.

It was so majestic and tragic that even the gods were touched by it.

The gods of the Yama tribe did not stop them, and seemed to want to see if the Temple of Destiny would deprive the Immortal Vampire Clan of their rank.

After the black-robed high priest scolded several times, there were actually more Yama monks who committed suicide at the foot of the Destiny Mountain, and suddenly they were a little overwhelmed.

"Wow——"

Finally, the divine shadow of God Fulu appeared above the Temple of Destiny on the top of the mountain.

"It's the god."

"Let's all petition to the gods together."

Countless monks from the Yama clan knelt on the ground.

The great sages of the Yama tribe did not kneel down, but all of them had a look of anticipation on their faces. They were able to force a god to manifest his divine shadow. This shows that this matter may really turn around.

The voice of God Fulu rang out: "The Immortal Vampire Clan did not violate the rules."

This sentence alone aroused dissatisfaction in the hearts of countless monks of the Yama tribe. However, fearing the divine power of the god, no monks took offense. However, many monks had drawn out their sharp blades and were ready to continue to die to express their will.

God Fulu stretched out a gaseous palm, grabbed the white jade sacred tree from the Huntian battlefield hundreds of millions of miles away, and held it in his palm.

The sacred tree, which is more than 10,000 miles high, is as small as a piece of grass in the palm of his hand.

From the sacred tree, Lord Fulu took out the body of Emperor Chi. From the body, a green pen flew out.

In Wujin Square, Yan Zhexian's beautiful eyes narrowed and she immediately recognized that it was her talisman pen.

God Fulu plucked out a hair from the pen and released the undead blood clansman Zhang Ruochen placed in the space inside the hair. The clansman was instantly paralyzed to the ground by the divine power that was invisibly emitted.

His whole body was shaking and he was speechless.

Seeing this scene, the monks of the Yama clan were speechless one by one.

Yan Zhexian's pretty face was even colder than freezing. He glared hard at Zhang Ruochen and cursed something in a low voice.

Zhang Ruochen deliberately wanted to be number one among the ten clans, so how could he easily let the Yama clan take advantage of him? He had already laid out his plans for the future.

The monks of the Immortal Vampire Tribe were even more prostrate, admiring Zhang Ruochen to the extreme.

God Fulu said: "The Battle of Hunting Sky has ended. The ranking of the ten clans only represents the strength of this new generation of monks in this millennium. If you want to regain your dignity and glory, there will naturally be a chance to compete again after a thousand years.

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Chapter completed!