Invincible Divine Dragon’s Cultivation System

Chapter 3088: All Subjected, All Who Do Not Submit Will Die! on

"The people of the Mohan family are back. They still have blood."

"The existence of the Supreme Class of the universe. The Mohan race has not been completely destroyed. They still have the Supreme Class of the universe. They are back!"

"The Red Mist race has surrendered to the Dragon Palace. The Emperor Hongtian announced on the universe's intellectual brain that the patriarch of the Mohan family ordered all the strong men in the surrounding race to come and meet.

"His, it's getting better, we're going to get better here."

When the surrounding ethnic groups were shaken by the Mohan room, another news that shocked everyone came.

In the Red Mist race, the Emperor Hongtian is subject to the strong blood of the remaining blood of the Namohan room.

The remaining strong blood in the Mohan room made all the forces come to see them.

Seeing this one-by-one message, the strong men of all forces changed their faces.

They hesitated again and again, ready to go immediately.

The existence of the level of the Supreme Master of the universe, in their space, has not appeared for more than a billion years.

Such a horrible existence can destroy all of them.

The orders of strong players of this level can only surrender unless they don't want to stay in the starry sky.

The leaders of the forces did not hesitate at all, and immediately flew towards the Mohan Ruins.

The Mohan room ruins used to belong to the most prosperous place in this starry sky, and all groups and races have reached the teleportation array.

Within two hours, all the leaders and powerful men had arrived.

They glanced around and flew in the direction of the tower.

"Everyone wait here, and wait for all the forces to come, and then meet the patriarch of the Mohan family and the elders."

When the crowd arrived, the Emperor Hongtian suspended in the air glanced over the powerful men and said lightly.

"Huh? Patriarch Hongwu, are they really ethnic Han people?"

The chief of the Pangshan tribe and a group of strong men flew over, looking at the Emperor Hongtian, his face full of wondering questions.

"It's the power of the Mohan race, the master here."

Emperor Hongtian nodded.

His words slightly changed the faces of the leaders around him.

According to the information they received, the Mohan race was once a very powerful and bloodthirsty race.

The small forces and creatures destroyed by them are countless.

For a race that was once so cruel, their hearts were full of fear.

A little bit of time passed, and strong men of every race came.

"The dry jellyfish race is here!"

It didn't take long for the crowds of the dry sea turtles to come and see them, some forces whispered.

They knew, however, that not long ago, a large number of disciples of the Gan Haiyu ethnic group were killed, and an elder elder, the peak of the **** emperor, also died in the hands of the remaining strong blood in the Mohan room.

But at this moment, the patriarchs of the dry sea moths and the powerful men were embarrassed.

The elder Tai Shang was killed and his disciples were killed, but now they dare not have the slightest resistance, even to worship.

This made them feel very humiliated.

"Okay, it's all here."

The Emperor Hongtian saw the arrival of the dry sea salamander race, the Tianyan field-level race, the Tianming race, the mysticism, and the strong mountain-level race of the Pangshan tribe, and saw that the other group-level races also arrived, with a faint voice. Said, immediately flew inside.

A powerful crowd followed closely behind.

Emperor Hongtian waved his arm, and a huge bridge appeared in front of him.

Like the Tongtian Avenue at the time of the Red Mist race, the road connects two stars.

At the end of the road, an old man sat in the middle of a huge square, with nine strong men standing next to it, and looked at the people who came.

"Meet the elders of the Mohan family and the elders."

Emperor Hongtian flew over and worshiped respectfully.

"Meet the patriarch of the Mohan room!"

The other powerful men did not dare to neglect at all and immediately worshiped respectfully.

The chief of the Mohan family did not speak, and their eyes swept across them.

"Are all here?"

After a few seconds of silence, the survivors of the Mohan Chamber asked faintly.

"Mr. Mohan's clan, except the Dragon Palace, all other forces have arrived."

Emperor Hongtian said respectfully.

"Here we are, congratulations, I have kept it. In the future, all of us will submit to our Mohan race, who has an opinion?"

The surviving people of the Mohan family said faintly toward them.

Hearing what he said, the strong men of all forces changed their faces slightly, but no one dared to speak.

"I don't like silence."

Seeing that no one dared to refute and no one should reconcile, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Oh!"

As soon as his voice fell, with a wave of his arm, a black rope appeared instantly in front of the patriarch Qiangan and the powerful men, entangled it instantly.

"Master, we surrender, and our dry jellyfish race is willing to surrender."

Seeing the dark rope that entangled himself instantly, the patriarch Gan Haiyan looked terrified.

He yelled quickly.

"I am annoyed by your breath, occupying our planet in the Mohan room, and daring to be arrogant, giving you the opportunity to pay tribute to your sins, you do not cherish it, then die!"

The mohan survivor said lightly, holding the palm of his hand.

The dark rope instantly turned blood red, absorbing the blood and energy from their bodies at a horrible speed.

"No, no, Lord, give us a chance, we are willing to surrender, we are willing, do not kill me."

The Gan Hailing ethnic clan screamed in horror.

However, the sound of the scream did not last for a long time and stopped abruptly.

The dark rope turned into blood-red text and entered his own body.

"Elder, take a few people and let Hongtian take you to the dry sea turtle race and destroy it."

The mohan chief said faintly.

"Yes!"

On the side, several patriarchs nodded and looked at the Emperor Hongtian.

"Yes!"

Emperor Hongtian's face changed, and he answered immediately.

"Our Tianyan people are willing to surrender to the Mohan race, and they are willing to surrender to the Lord, and to be a horse saddle in the future!

Seeing this scene, the strong Tianyan tribe frowned fiercely, and said quickly and respectfully.

"Our Chuanshan people are willing to surrender to the Mohan room, headed by the Mohan room!"

"Our thousand-hand race is willing to submit to the order of the Mohan, the patriarch, and we will do whatever we want."

The eyes of the strong men of each race were full of fear, and they knelt on the ground quickly, surrendering respectfully.

A strong man at the peak of the Emperor was instantly killed without any resistance, such a scene moved them in fear.

At this moment, they are really scared!

(End of this chapter)