When they heard the presbyter of G.o.d's tribe say "There is no need for G.o.d's design attic to exist," the numerous elders and disciples of the G.o.d's design attic trembled.

In the dark.

Elder Swordsman said indifferently, "It's starting."

"G.o.d's tribe is starting to clean this place."

"Just like the fairy sword sect back then!" His eyes were filled with fury, as the scene of the fairy sword sect's death played out in front of his eyes.

It was the same back then.

The match was a crus.h.i.+ng defeat.

He wanted to obtain the ancient sword spiritual power's inheritance power, but he was rejected, but... In a match, he still lost, and defeated fairy sword sect.

After three days and three nights of brutal slaughter.

Every disciple had a family of nine.

Not even babies in their infancy.

The hundred thousand blood streams from the fairy sword sect flowed like rivers. The entire Immortal Sword Mountain was dyed red, and the ghosts of the wronged wailed in grief. They cried for seven whole days and seven nights, a scene that Elder Swordsman would never want to experience again in his entire life.

Every time the night rang, his body would tremble uncontrollably.

Now.

History is going to repeat itself.

The G.o.d's tribe s were about to start cleaning up, none of them would be spared.

Actually.

When Elder Swordsman saw Murong Xiong appearing, he was thinking of how he and Murong Xiong should ally, but... Grand Court thought that if he lost, G.o.d's tribe could let him off this once.

But!

He was wrong.

The word 'mercy' had never existed in the G.o.d's tribe's methods before.

The G.o.d's tribe's usual method was to cut the gra.s.s at the root!

Senior Mie also frowned, "Do you want to move?"

G.o.d's design attic was already like this.

Grand Court was dead, Second Pavillion Master was severely injured, and a few of the Grand Court s were either dead or injured. So what if he could be saved?

Besides.

Saving them would cost their lives.

They came here to wait for Long Fei. If Long Fei did not appear, would they really bet their lives on it?

This time, Elder Swordsman said without hesitation, "Move!"

Xiao Bai's eyes lit up.

Bing Huo was already eager to give it a try.

The others were also excited. One year of hiding, one year of hibernation, the same year of bitter cultivation. All of their efforts were for this very day.

Their eyes were all filled with excitement.

Now, they were waiting for G.o.d's tribe to take action.

"d.a.m.n it, I can't wait any longer!"

… ….

Li Yuanba's brows tightened slightly. For the first time, his foolish expression revealed a hint of anger, and with a light sound, he said, "Move one and try it!"

Qingyi snuggled up to him.

Similarly.

Qingyi's body was emanating a battle intent as well.

She also found the G.o.d's tribe's actions pleasing to the eye.

She also went into battle preparation.

Li Yuanba said solemnly: "This is the place that boss and I agreed to meet, I won't allow anyone to destroy this place!"

"G.o.d's tribe?"

… ….

In another place.

A figure dressed in tight robes stood proudly in one place like a sword. Watching everything that was happening on the plaza, her eyes trembled slightly. "G.o.d's tribe?"

The sword intent on Oya's body moved slightly.

The Myriad Worlds Sword chime!

… ….

In the darkness.

A pair of evil spirits like eyes slowly opened.

The corners of his mouth curled up as he smiled sinisterly in excitement.

It looked like an evil spirit child, causing one's hair to stand on end.

He was a Heavenly Spirit!

One of the three great Heaven Pillar walked out of the ancient world's Bedlam Lands.

Dressed in an evil spirit black robe, with two huge eyes, he gave a sinister and eerie laugh, and said indifferently: "Finally … "It's my turn to go on stage, hehe …"

"G.o.d's tribe?"

"Hehe!"

… ….

Murong Xiong also replied indifferently, "Although you don't want to form an alliance with me, this road is the agreed place between my nephew and the King Kong, then it can't go missing!"

"Annihilation Spear?"

"Tch!"

Murong Xiong's finger moved slightly and the air around him fluctuated slightly. Several disciples of the Mu Clan s moved.

Murong Xiong sneered and said: "Since your Extermination Realm Spear can fire one shot, consider it my loss!"

… ….

Everything was ready.

This was, after all, the G.o.d's design attic, so if the G.o.d's tribe didn't make a move, the people in the dark wouldn't either.

Thus …

They were all waiting for the G.o.d's tribe. As long as the G.o.d's tribe made a move, it would be an earth-shattering explosion.

In the plaza.

The presbyter of G.o.d's tribe s were still jeering at them.

"The trash of the G.o.d's design attic!"

"A bunch of trash."

"You waste people are the only ones refining? "Go refine your grandmother's a.s.s."

"Trash is tras.h.!.+"

"In front of my G.o.d's tribe, I can only tremble, hahaha …"

Endless ridicule and all sorts of insults.

He had a complacent expression and was incomparably arrogant.

That kind of lofty, superior aura was vividly displayed.

"No one can oppose the G.o.d's tribe. We gave you the opportunity to choose before, G.o.d's design attic. Since you choose to die, then we can only send you to h.e.l.l."

"One last question!"

"If no one can win against me, then go to h.e.l.l with your G.o.d's design attic."

"Who else?"

With a loud crash, his voice overwhelmed the entire audience.

On the G.o.d's design attic's side, not a single sound could be heard. No one was a match for the artificers of the G.o.d's tribe.

They were like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

There was nothing to be done.

The G.o.d's tribe refiner smiled proudly, "Since you don't have it, then you..."

At this moment.

G.o.d's design attic's door suddenly opened with a clang, and he roared, "And this daddy!"

"Boom!"

His voice was deafening.

Everyone turned to look at that direction.

"Second Pavillion Master!"

"Master!"

"It's the Second Pavillion Master!"

The person who came out of G.o.d's design attic was Abbot Whitebrow, who had been training in G.o.d's design attic for two days and two nights.

Seeing Bai Mei walk out of the G.o.d's design attic, the people from the G.o.d's tribe were also stunned.

"Wasn't he seriously injured?"

"Why does it look like nothing happened?"

"Is it done?"

"Impossible, that power can at least keep him from getting out of bed for half a year. G.o.d's design attic is a refining place, they don't know a thing about pills, it's impossible for any good pills to save him!"

… ….

Everyone began to discuss.

However …

Although he was shocked, presbyter of G.o.d's tribe was not worried.

At the start, they only wanted to suppress the aura of the G.o.d's design attic to let them know who was the sky above the Universal Realm.

A mere white eyebrow?

He could turn the sky upside down!

Of course not!

Seeing White-brow walk over, the G.o.d's tribe's refiner sneered, and said: "Oh, there's still a piece of trash here? It just so happens that this old man has not had enough practice and is waiting to die. "

Abbot Whitebrow walked towards Refining Platform.

An elder said: "Second Pavillion Master, Grand Court, he …."

Abbot Whitebrow said with a heavy voice, "I know. I know what happened just now. Rest well over there. Leave the rest to me."

"Second Pavillion Master, this G.o.d's tribe refiner is not simple. His Refining Technics is very profound."

"Yes, especially the Refining Force."

"You have to be careful."

… ….

The clan elders of the G.o.d's design attic started to worry.

Although White-browed Sword's Refining Technics was a bit stronger than theirs, they were still uncertain in their hearts when it came to dealing with G.o.d's tribe's Refiners, and not only that, they were also unsure if he was a G.o.d's tribe Refiner. Abbot Whitebrow didn't say anything further. He couldn't wait any longer. "Let's start!"