The Peerless Emperor

After the flow of fear, he immediately calmed down.

On Lin Qian's side, the strong combat power displayed was shocking and shocking.

At the pinnacle of the realm of enlightenment, with a single sword, you can kill yourself with no power to fight back!

With such a strength, he was simply unheard of...

Do not!

Behind the Nether Race, in their own chaotic universe, there are also such characters.

But these people are all shining brightly, the scorching sun that stands on the pinnacle of the world, where is the patriarch of the tribe he stayed and lurked in these nine days on the same level.

After being beheaded, the eye stream, after reacting, fled into Lin Qian's eyebrows, trying to seize the house.

The frontal combat power was crushed, and he did not believe that Lin Qian's soul might not be that powerful.

When Mu Liu thought so, the soul rushed directly into the opponent's eyebrows, with the idea of ​​robbing the opponent's body.

It was dark all around, and the next moment he rushed into Lin Qian's sea of ​​knowledge.

The golden sea of ​​consciousness is rippling, endless.

Mou Liu's soul looked forward in horror. Above the golden ocean, Lin Qian's imaginary body was sitting on the Kowloon Throne, behind which was a domineering star, exuding supreme majesty.

Behind the phantom of the stars, faintly, there are some stellar voids.

And inside that star, there is a deep purple liquid, containing soul fluctuations, pure and powerful, and it makes people frightened.

At the same time, on the Jiulong Throne above the Sea of ​​Consciousness, Lin Qian who was sitting abruptly opened his eyes, and a purple and golden light shone out, covering his eyes and soul.

His eyes were open, his illusory body was surging, and he wanted to resist his own collapse.

However, the purple golden divine light that shrouded his body was so powerful and domineering that he could not resist at all.

"Why..." Mu Liu looked at the front of the illusory soul, unbelievable, as if he had seen a ghost, "How can your soul strength be so terrible?"

It is simply impossible for a soul martial artist to have such a powerful soul.

Mu Liu knew that he had miscalculated.

Who could have expected that Lin Qian's soul strength, so domineering, was even more incredible than his previous sword.

"I brought it to the door by myself. It's absolutely amazing." Lin Qian's soul sitting on the Kowloon Throne in the Sea of ​​Consciousness was very funny. The voice echoed in the space of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, like a god.

Mu Liu knew that this time he was really planted.

boom!

There was a huge tremor in the sea of ​​consciousness, turning the river to the sea, and the golden sea of ​​consciousness surging up, slapped towards the locked eyes and souls.

The eyes flow in the sea of ​​consciousness changed their complexion. I don't know what the effect of the huge waves of the sea of ​​consciousness slapped over.

Huh! Huh!

The golden water in the sea of ​​consciousness washed over his soul.

I don't know why, Mu Liu always feels empty, as if he has left something.

Looking back, he was shocked.

I saw the golden water that washed over my soul and body, with countless picture influences, and went downstream, the most red arranged into golden pages, floating on the sea of ​​consciousness.

Boom!

There was another loud noise, and within the sea of ​​knowledge, a big wave rushed towards him again, passing through his body, and fleeting.

When Mu Liu turned his head again, he was horrified to find that a large number of pictures rushed out of his body, ignoring the heart demon's oath, plundering all kinds of intelligence.

But he was helpless, he could only look at Lin Qian's side and use these abilities to take away important information and condense it into pages in midair.

But over time, he gradually discovered that what he had been taken away was not only the simple information, but also more things.

Mu Liu's soul body gradually became weak, drifting in the sea of ​​consciousness, his eyes gradually sluggish, and the illusory body gradually evolved, turning into fluorescent dots, floating in all directions, and falling into the sea of ​​consciousness.

At the time when his sanity was dying, Mu Liu finally understood what happened to him.

"It seems that there is no way in the future to help the clan." Mu Liu sighed, gradually lost consciousness and became more and more blurred.

When the golden book floating above Lin Qian's Sea of ​​Consciousness was completely formed, the body of the soul flow below was completely disintegrated into the soul source, which contained his Sea of ​​Consciousness.

At the same time, this book was formed in this life of Mu Liu, which was presented in Lin Qian's hands.

On the Kowloon Throne, Lin Qian's soul and body stretched out his hand a little, and the books in front of him were constantly turning pages, completely presenting the other's life in front of him.

After passing through the classics in front of him, Lin Qian can be considered to have a thorough understanding of how this life is spent as the patriarch of this clan.

"It's interesting. I sent a lot of useful information." Lin Qian was very satisfied after reading the classics.

In the next moment, Lin Qian's consciousness also left the sea of ​​consciousness and returned to the outside world.

"The patriarch, actually died?"

"How is it possible, who the **** is that person, with one sword cut the patriarch."

"Horrible, terrible, how could we provoke such an enemy?"

In the distance, the powerhouse of the Eight Eyes Protoss who entered the Dao Realm was at a loss and did not know what to do.

Even though they are far apart, they can still see and perceive what is happening here.

They clearly sensed that their patriarch was beheaded by Lin Qian with a single sword, and it was precisely this situation that shocked them.

At the same time, after the death of the patriarch, their backbones completely disappeared and they were at a loss.

How can they resist the army from the China Empire and how can they withstand the opponent's offensive when they are lost.

In an instant, the defense of the Eight Eyes Protoss collapsed, and the battle in the main city was completely controlled by Lin Qian's Huaxia Empire, and entered the final process.

On the Huaxia Empire, Lin Qian's order was merciless. As long as it was the Eight-Eyed Protoss, he wanted to beheaded. No one should be spared or mercy.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

What's more, these predators, these powerful, do not deserve sympathy at all.

Complete extinction!

This is an irreconcilable contradiction between Lin Qian and these other civilizations invading races.

The war in the main city lasted for ten days and ten nights, and in the end, none of the eight-eye protoss survived.

The corpse was processed and turned into ashes, as if the Eight Eyed Protoss had never appeared in the entire main city.

The main city of this small world is completely controlled by the Chinese Empire.

After the war subsided, Lin Qian ordered that all those slaves should be brought into the main city to carry out the work of propaganda and popularization, and to absorb them as citizens of the Chinese Empire and residents of this land, thus operating this land.

At this moment, these slaves were still in a state of panic, not knowing what had happened to the outside world.

At the beginning of the war, the black street was completely blocked, no slaves could come out, and those mineral veins were also blocked by the formation.

The purpose is, naturally, to protect them and avoid accidental injuries caused by random running.