Chapter: 8886

Zhang Han!

he came!

He looked ahead, and said in a low, hoarse voice with no emotion:

"All people from Nether Feather Holy Land, Chibane Island, and Yunxiao Palace, leave."

Rumble!

Hearing the voice, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Han, Han, Immortal Hanyang!"

An ancestor of the Holy Land lost his voice:

"It's Immortal Lord Hanyang."

"He he he, he turned out to be the leader of the withered bones!"

"Hanyang Xianjun! How could it be you, are you going to wipe out the human race?"

"Hanyang Xianjun, you are also a human race, why are you like this?"

"Even if we invite the ancestors, it is passive. Why do you slaughter the entire human race?"

"All of this was done by Tongtian Patriarch. Tongtian Patriarch is dead and Tongtian Holy Land is still there. We, we can take action to destroy Tongtian Holy Land. You stop quickly. All of this is the sin of Tongtian Holy Land. It has nothing to do with us. what relationship?"

"As a human race, Immortal Hanyang, it's really wrong for you to behave like this. First of all, you have no reason to launch a devastating attack on your fellow clan. Could it be that the destruction of the human race can save your lover?" An ancestor sighed deeply. : "You should lead us to the world of cultivating immortals and going to the world of immortals. We are all willing to let you be the head and lead everyone. You have used the method of Huairou instead of massacre. We are all human race!"

Many ancestors spoke out.

Some have a low tone, some are very excited, and even a few are accusing, and of course more are begging.

"Hanyang Immortal Lord, please, stop, too many people have died, can you save the world of cultivating immortals?"

However, in the face of all the voices, Zhang Han remained silent.

His flying red eyes revealed only the piercing coldness and the blood of murder.

"Within three breaths, the three sects leave."

Crash!

Nether Feather Holy Land, Chibane Island of Immortal Lingxi, and people who used to be Yunxiao Palace also reached nearly a million people, and they flew towards Zhang Han in a panic.

The Withered Bones Legion gave way, but they hadn't left yet.

Some people are even hesitating, just about to leave.

Three interest time has passed.

The bone sword in Zhang Han's right hand swung suddenly, stabbing forward through the air, accompanied by his emotionless voice, all over the world:

"I represent death!"

Crash!

The eye sockets of all the dry bones radiated blood at the same time, and the densely packed dry bones moved in all directions.