The northwest line of Tianmiao Mountain has been beaten into chaos. WwW, QunabEN, coM Once the blood of the multi-armed mystic demon comes into contact with the blood of other gods, it will be a big explosion that will shatter the world. The fierce battle of millions of divine servants shattered a section of the mountain range that was thousands of miles long. The underground rivers and veins were smashed to pieces. There were earthquakes and springs everywhere. The situation was like a catastrophe.
Tens of thousands of large and small light spots slowly rotated in the sky. It was the middle and high-level gods from both sides who were fighting desperately with their respective divine power fields. Occasionally, when a light spot breaks, a large amount of blood will spray out, and a broken body will struggle out of the light spot in embarrassment and stagger back to its own camp.
The multi-armed mystical demons attack deliberately and unpreparedly. There are more than twice as many middle- and high-level gods present as there are in the Tianmiao, so they have an advantage in fighting in the field of divine power. Often the gods of the Heavenly Temple are killed, while the multi-armed mystical demons escape with serious injuries. Of course, there are also those extremely powerful and ferocious gods from the Temple of Heaven. They fought in such a way that both sides would lose, and both sides had no choice but to escape back to their own camp.
The plasma of mid-level gods and high-level gods was sprinkled like cheap mountain spring water. Every drop of blood caused the ground to shake. The peaks were melted by the plasma, and huge depressions were washed out on the ground, as if there were Countless meteors fell from the sky, leaving holes in the ground.
In an extremely distant place, just north of the Holy Mountain, in the sky full of ice and snow, an old man with a clear face wearing a black robe was sitting cross-legged on a snowy mountain, with a faint gray-white divine light in his eyes, looking from afar. A sacred mountain that has become one piece. Several petite skeletons, obviously made of young girls, with countless exquisite patterns carved on their surfaces, were behind him. They were holding small gadgets such as teapots, wine bottles, teacups, and wine cups.
Tens of meters away, three hundred people in gray-white robes stood neatly. The eyes of the undead are filled with deathly aura. The aura on their bodies was restrained and unrevealing. Once the raging cold wind around them approached their bodies, it was like a blooming flower that suddenly withered. The cold wind disappeared and no longer had any power.
"It's wonderful! It's so interesting! So many people are fighting to death, it's really fun!" The slender old man gently rubbed his hands, and a thin blade danced flexibly between his fingers. Just like a swimming fish, it brings out a little bit of cold light from time to time. Taking a deep breath, the slender old man suddenly sneered: "I heard. I appeared in the Western Continent?"
A middle-aged man in a gray and white robe quietly took two steps forward: "Someone must have used your name!"
The slender old man sighed softly and shook his head gently: "Really, whose name are they pretending to be? They have to pretend to use my name? Well, find that guy. I will make his bones." Wine vessel. Well, a complete set of wine vessels. I hope his god level can be higher. I don’t want to use the inferior bones of those middle gods and upper gods to make this set of treasures!"
The man in gray robe bowed slightly and saluted, and then his body suddenly disintegrated into countless small gray-white butterflies, which flew silently into the sky, and then flew lightly towards the western continent. The slender old man looked at the battlefield in the south in trance, and then twisted his mouth in dissatisfaction: "You guys, let's fight. Fight, you will all die, and it will be my turn to monopolize this wonderful world."
He coughed heavily, and a ball of thick black juice spurted out from his mouth. The slender old man's body twitched violently. His body fell crazily in the snow, struggling and twitching wildly. His joints were twisted, and the bones all over his body were rubbing and hitting each other, making a clear roar of gold and iron. His tendons tightly wrapped around his bones, strangling his internal organs like a strange python. The indescribable pain made him speechless and almost caused his soul to collapse.
This indescribable pain lasted for a full quarter of an hour before suddenly disappearing. The slender old man lay on the ground and froze for a long time. Then he slowly exhaled, straightened up in embarrassment, and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Ah, the prison-suppressing demon Gemu Zhen... Is this a curse formed by the negative energy from countless past tribulations? What a terrible enemy! But my bone-carving knife Sugra can escape from your clutches, I'm amazing too! Well, I really don't know if this terrifying guy and his demon army were destroyed or sealed?"
"I hope you have been eliminated. I really don't want to see you again! I absolutely don't want to see you again! Damn guy! Terrible guy! Yuanjie, Yuanjie, this is really the most terrifying place in the world Exist! Prison-suppressing demon Gemu Zhen, you are just an inconspicuous commander of the Yuanjie core guard army, but you almost killed me and made me suffer for so many years!"
Sugra, the real bone carving knife, breathed heavily, and then slowly sat up straight. He hugged a petite skeleton soldier behind him, and then kissed her bony cheek deeply. After licking and playing with the skeletal body greedily and obsessively for a long time, Sugra exhaled a long breath of satisfaction: "Have those fools on the Undead Continent finally been wiped out? That 10,000-ton body The evil spirit fetus cannot be wiped out by those stupid little guys in vain! Find a way to get him, that will be a big deal."
"By the way, we have to take action! After sleeping for so many years and suffering for so long, we must make our voices heard. These stupid little guys have forgotten my terror, so let me wake them up Memory!" Sugra dropped the skeleton soldier in his hand and stood up slowly: "For us undead beings, what method can we use to heal our injuries as quickly as possible and restore our due strength? "
The undead gods wearing gray-white robes and their eyes showing the will-o'-the-wisp of death grinned at the same time. Killing, endless killing, plundering the life origin and soul origin of others, and replenishing one's own consumption, this is the best medicine for their undead gods.
"But, be careful, be careful!" Sugra turned around and gently raised a finger to signal to his subordinates: "We have all suffered extremely terrible injuries, unlike those damn little guys. , they have recovered almost all their strength during their long sleep, and with the help of that damn belief system, their strength has been greatly improved."
"As for us, during our long slumber in the past, we did not get any recovery, but lost a lot of our original power. Therefore, we must be cautious, and we cannot be careless in the slightest. Because the strength of some little guys, even Already more powerful than I am now!" Sugra looked to the south with a worried look: "For example, I almost made this little guy Ashinu into a vase back then, but now, his power... "
With a cold snort, Sugra's body swayed, and his whole body collapsed inward. With a "clang" roar, his body compressed into a bone knife more than a foot long, which instantly tore through the air and sank into the sky. clouds. With a 'chila' sound, a long and extremely thin gap was torn open in the dark clouds high in the sky, and then the strong wind blew up and the gap disappeared without a trace.
The other undead gods quickly fled away with their own unique magic. Several skeleton soldiers also transformed into green will-o'-the-wisps and followed Sogra into the sky. Soon, there was no trace left on the snow-capped mountain except for the jet of black juice that Sogra sprayed out.
About a quarter of an hour later, a dark golden crow slowly flew over from high altitude. The crow cut through the cold wind and landed lightly on the snowy mountain. The dark golden feathers on its body squirmed rapidly for a while, and the crow slowly turned into a young man with a handsome face. Wearing a large cloak made of dark golden feathers, he slowly walked to the puddle of black juice.
Kneeling on one knee next to the black juice, the young man stretched out his finger to dip into the juice, and then licked it carefully with his tongue. A cloud of black smoke suddenly rose from the tip of his tongue, and half of his tongue was burned to ashes. He bit down hard on his tongue, bit off a section of the rapidly melting tongue and spit it out on the ground, then took a few steps backwards as if he had seen a ghost.
The melted tongue grew rapidly, and the young man pulled out a dagger with a wolfish look on his face, and chopped off his fingers that were also slowly dissolving. Dots of golden-red blood were sprinkled on the snow, and the young man cursed in a low voice in embarrassment and annoyance.
The sound of light running came from a distance, and soon the sound got closer and closer. Not long after, a black unicorn with extraordinary horses penetrated the wind and snow and came to the top of the snow mountain. He tilted his head and looked at the young man, and then suddenly laughed loudly: "Are you still suffering from the same old habits? Ah, black-skinned crow, do you really think that you will not suffer any disaster because you have the talent to identify all power attributes? Is it done?”
Jie Jie laughed a few times, and the black unicorn snorted heavily: "How much hardship do you have to endure before you learn a lesson? Every time you put something in your mouth, no matter what it is, you are really the greatest among us. Warrior, you are really not afraid of death!"
The new student's tongue rolled in his mouth for a while, and the young man snorted coldly: "In that war, which commander-level immortal of the undead line was injured by the leader of the demon army? The one who appeared just now What is here is such an old undead who is still entangled by the devil's curse! And his power is more evil and ancient than other undead!"
A black figure slowly walked out of the cold wind. He snorted softly: "Is that so? Then there is only one person who meets this condition." (To be continued...)