Just when the newly advanced God of the Heavenly Temple was proudly bowing to the golden giant spirit holding his body, the sky above the Eastern subcontinent suddenly collapsed. wwW,QuanBen-XiaoShuo,cOmThe entire sky collapsed downwards, and a black dark space emerged in the void. Tens of thousands of black giant towers emerged from the collapsed void. Countless multi-armed mystical demons and gods from other gods gathered near the giant tower. An extremely vicious curse.
The curse words turned into fist-sized black runes visible to the naked eye, filling the sky like a crazy swarm of wasps. The evil cold air emerged out of thin air, and a heavy snow suddenly fell on the Eastern subcontinent, but the snow flakes were black, and they were densely covered with countless small curse runes that were invisible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the entire Eastern subcontinent was covered with a thick layer of snow.
The void was stagnant and time was imprisoned. The flowers, plants and trees in the Eastern subcontinent were instantly frozen by the cold air, turning them into black and translucent ice flakes. Moreover, all the leaves and grass stems are as sharp as knives, and black snow flakes are constantly blending into the leaves and grass stems. The integration of each snow flake makes the sharp aura exuded by these leaves and grass stems more and more unstoppable.
The Tianmiao army stopped advancing, not because they didn't want to move forward, but because they had to stop.
Every flower, tree, grass and leaf in front of them turned into a deadly weapon. Many believers of Tianmiao who accidentally walked into the grass and woods were cut into pieces silently by the invisible sharp energy, without any sound. The slightest sound was heard all over the place. What is horrifying is that not a drop of blood was shed from these corpse fragments, and all the remains were swallowed up by the black snow in just a few breaths.
The flesh and blood of the devoured corpse quickly turned into nutrients for flowers, plants and trees, and the nearby plants began to grow at a strange speed. When the most common dogtail grass suddenly swelled to several feet high, the believers in the Tianmiao couldn't help but chant the names of the gods they respected at the same time, in order to obtain the protection of their divine power.
Countless rays of golden light penetrated the thick dark clouds. Shooting down from high altitude, it shines on the believers of Tianmiao.
With the blessing of golden light, the slightly frustrated morale of the Temple believers rose again. The rising fighting spirit condensed into golden runes flying all over the sky, colliding with the curse runes of the gods, making thunderous explosions and exploding at the same time. The sky was filled with golden light rain.
But how can the power of the Tianmiao believers compare to those of the gods of the Milo Cult? The golden runes kept exploding, and each of the Tianmiao believers vomited blood and fell to the ground. And those black curse runes became more and more powerful, and gradually turned into a big black net covering all the believers in the Temple of Heaven. The gods of the multi-armed mystical demon clan. He actually wanted to destroy the Tianmiao army in one fell swoop.
The gods behind the Temple could no longer sit still. They stood up one after another, tore open the void and took a step forward, facing the overwhelming curse runes with roaring laughter. Various golden auspicious clouds turned into a thick crown to block the army of believers in the Temple of Heaven. Black runes and golden crowns collided together. The two continued to disappear, but no sound was made.
A ball of black and red karma fire rolled out from a tall tower. The ferocious-looking Ashinu was holding various artifacts. The arrogant practitioner showed his figure in the fire. He looked at Nightmare, which was covered by golden clouds, and shouted loudly: "Namaze, are you and your tribe here to die?"
A bright red sun rose from above the head of Yan Zhen. The red divine light shone on the earth, and suddenly there was a sun in the sky. The laughter of the Eight-faced God King Yan Zhen resounded throughout the world. He spoke unhurriedly: "Death? Do you think so? I think this world is too small and the number of believers is not enough. This world does not need so many gods."
Ashinu laughed sarcastically: "So, you colluded with the idiots from the Asheer Clan and wanted to attack us?"
Nightmare sighed softly, and said calmly: "As for us, although we are also capable of annihilating you and your party members, it still requires a lot of effort and a lot of sacrifices. If we can join forces with the Asheer Protoss, we can annihilate you more easily. Why are you wasting your efforts, sacrificing more lives, and shedding more blood?"
Ashenu was silent for a while, and then he shouted in a deep voice: "Why can't we join forces to kill the Asheer God Clan? Yan Zhen, are you not so stupid? If you and the Asheer God Clan really join forces, even if you are eliminated in the end We, but the Asheer Protoss have taken control of the Divine Realm, and if they turn their backs against you, they will be the only ones who benefit in the end!"
Nightmare didn't say anything, he just clapped his hands gently. Every time his palms touched, a legendary three-legged fire crow from the Eastern Continent would fly out silently from the red sun above his head. . Gradually, more and more golden fire crows were circling and flying in the sky, the temperature in the air rose sharply, the earth covered with black frost quietly thawed, and the vigor contained in all the flowers, plants and trees was lost a lot.
"Let the believers fight the war of believers!" Nightmare laughed softly: "The war that belongs to our gods will be completed by our gods. Ashenu, since you have shown up, let's start the war! It's a waste of time. It’s really pointless to waste time and saliva.”
Dozens of gods of the golden-bodied giant spirit clan standing behind Nightmare suddenly shouted loudly. Their bodies suddenly swelled to a height of a hundred miles. They, who were like mountains, used their supernatural power to lift a dark, densely covered tower from the void. A round building with countless mottled blood marks was dragged out.
"Ah, impossible!?" The Osmanthus Tree screamed. This was the first time Lin Qi heard the Osmanthus Tree shouting in such a tone: "How did this damn thing fall into their hands? In In the ancient divine war, the gods of the Heavenly Temple did not use him. Why did this 'Hell Arena' appear here? Where did they get it from? "
"Your tone is very weird!" Hell roared angrily: "Don't you think it should be me who says this? Hell Arena, that is part of me, he is my subordinate! But, hey, why is he? Didn't you answer my call?"
Lin Qi's expression was horrified. Hell's Arena, from its name, was a powerful combat unit belonging to Hell. According to common sense, hell should have supreme control over him! But now, hell has summoned this strangely shaped circular arena, but there is no response
"No. No, his mind fell into a deep sleep, a very strange sleeping state!" Hell became angry and horrified at the same time and shouted: "The Hell Arena is sleeping, so what is replacing his original mind? Controlling his body? Whose will is driving the power of the Hell Arena? What is going on?"
Lin Qi's eyes widened as he looked at the pitch-black arena with a radius of hundreds of miles and a strange shape. Countless twisted and ferocious statues of demon gods were carved on the surface of the outer wall, and these demon gods were all fighting in blood, and their bodies were all mutilated. A black mist surrounded this huge building, and red thunder continued to flow silently from the mist. Bombarded the outer wall of the arena.
When the golden giant spirits behind Yan Zhe tried their best to drag the arena out of the void, the God of Souls, Thord, and the other five main gods of the Azer Clan couldn't help but scream. . Then there were bursts of howling ghosts and wolves, and the black mist outside the arena slowly rotated, and soon turned into a rapidly rotating cloud vortex.
A huge suction force emerged out of thin air, and everyone present saw the god-level beings in the Hell Arena. They were all firmly held in place by an irresistible suction force. Whether it is the gods enshrined by the Miluo Religion or the gods of the Heavenly Temple who take the initiative to offer sacrifices to the hell arena. Or maybe it was the many gods of the Azer Clan present. Even Lin Qi, who was sitting on top of the snow-capped mountains, was restrained by this powerful force and unable to move.
Nightmare laughed happily: "Well, on behalf of all the gods enshrined in the Tianmiao, I raise an unremitting challenge to all the gods enshrined in the Miluo Religion! The lineage of the Tianmiao and the Miluo Religion must have Only one side will be completely extinct. Only then can we leave this great building! Let us start fighting!"
There was a loud buzzing sound, the hell arena shook slightly, and all the beings above the god level present disappeared out of thin air.
Nightmare's laughter resounded through the void: "Believers of the Heavenly Temple. Conquer the Eastern Subcontinent. I look forward to news of your victory! Those who have done the most meritorious deeds can be rewarded. They will receive the flesh and blood of the gods, and they will be promoted to gods!"
Yan Zhe smiled very proudly, he couldn't help but feel proud. The Hell Arena, this is simply a gift from God, this is the ultimate trump card of the Temple of Heaven. At this moment, exposing one's trump card to others and using all the gods of the Milo Sect as sacrifices can have the greatest impact on shock and deterrence. No matter who it is, when they learn about the overthrow of the gods of the Milo Sect, they must carefully weigh the weight of the Tianmiao, right
What's even more perfect is that all the gods of the Milo Cult were forcibly absorbed into the Hell Arena for a fight to the death. The strength of the gods of the Tianmiao can absolutely suppress the many gods of the Milo Sect. There is no doubt that the winner will belong to the Tianmiao.
And with all the strength of all the believers in Tianmiao, the religious army organized was far more powerful than the believers of Milo Sect. When the gods of the Tianmiao destroyed the gods of the Miluo Sect, the army of the Tianmiao should also be able to plow the courtyard and sweep the holes to uproot the Miluo Sect, right
While killing the gods of Milo Religion, you can also appreciate their panic and despair caused by the complete extinction of their own religion. What a pleasure it is! Nightmare couldn't wait to see Ashinu scream in despair, and he couldn't wait to draw strength from Ashinu's despair.
Not surprisingly, Lin Qi was also forcibly moved by the Hell Arena.
His body was light, and then suddenly heavy, and Lin Qi appeared in the stands of a huge arena. The sky here is pitch black and can only be illuminated by tens of thousands of giant lighthouses on the edge of the arena. Through the red firelight, which was as viscous as blood, one could see that the stands were densely packed with all kinds of strange gods, and all the gods were shouting and roaring with the greatest strength.
Nightmare's wild laughter shook the entire arena, and Ashinu's roars and curses made everyone's ears hurt.
Lin Qi looked at the hysterical gods around him and spread his hands helplessly.
A fight to the death? Then I really don’t know who will survive in the end and who will die in the end.
There was no need to hesitate. Lin Qi's body swayed, and a faint breath of death spread from his body. He had transformed into the bone carving knife Sugra. He resolutely decided to join the camp of the Milo God Sect, and he would fight for the gods of the Milo God Sect!
Killing as many temple gods as possible is a wonderful and pleasing thing. (To be continued...)