"It's not that simple." Ku Zun shook his arm. He was the only one injured.

"If it were possible, we would have done this long ago. The fundamental reason this time is because of the opening of the eighth battlefield. Yongyuan left many people. If before, we dared to be the first graders, they would have dared to be the fifteenth graders. Everyone

Ask yourself, how confident are you that you will survive an attack like ours?"

For a moment, the scene was silent as everyone was calculating their own possibilities, including Lin Chen.

It was so easy this time, and some people even solved it without using all their strength, simply because each of the nine of them was much stronger than the four of Yongyuan.

Secondly, coupled with the use of various means, Yongyuan God was at an absolute disadvantage from the beginning, and there was no way to deal with the series of attacks freely.

In the end, he relied on the power of the formation to chip away at the origin of the god over and over again.

If it were them, I'm afraid there would be basically no other option besides escaping in the first place.

Seriously injured and dying is the ideal ending.

"We'll see when Yongyuan's side will react." Bai Zun strolled over, each step falling on the snowflakes.

In this battle, the only person who did not take action was this stunning female venerable.

Anyone can activate the power of the formation.

"The God Lord has fallen. Yongyuan must have sensed it. Let's deal with other matters first." There was endless killing intent in his words.

Soon, the location of Hantian Casting Soldiers ushered in a long-awaited purge. Lin Chen didn't know which side was responsible last time, but this time, it was him who did it himself.

Coldness filled the world, and the depths of the rift valley, which were regarded as hiding places by the creatures of the Eternal Abyss, became the source of their lives.

The tide of spiritual power is as brilliant as fireworks, and the high-level monks' crushing of low-level creatures is fully revealed.

The monks on Yongshuang's side shivered under the endless death, and they didn't dare to leave until Lin Chen and the others had left for a long time.

"Is this thing still useful?" The white bear's claws slammed on the ice of the Frozen God, without causing any movement. This once again made everyone fear Lin Chen.

"Of course it is useful." Lin Chen smiled calmly, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

The freezing effect of the Divine Realm was not as good as he imagined.

Perhaps it was because too many of the gods' origins had been annihilated. Lin Chen felt that the gods within the four blocks of black ice at this moment would not have the peak power even if they were unsealed.

This is a dilemma. Lin Chen wants these gods to maintain extremely high combat effectiveness, but to kill the gods, he needs to attack their origins.

Even though they are both gods, Lin Chen is not capable of freezing and killing a god with just one shot of ice, right?

"It's worthless. It's worthless." Lin Chen was quite satisfied with this.

"Let's call this magical power Business." In a daze, Lin Chen had already decided on a name.

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Deep in the ocean, the war here is much more exciting than in Yongshuang.

Warships cut through the waves, flying boats cut through the clouds, and there are endless shadows in the deep sea.

The battlefield in the sky hangs high, and the battle in the world attracts attention. With the addition of effective forces, the "Ambush from Flying Daggers" finally looks like a siege. Billions of warships charge through the waves, blood is spears, bones stand up flags, and only the living people

Qualified to shout out.

If the entire battlefield were described in terms of numbers, there would be only three lines.

One is the number of people, the other is the resource reserve, and the other is the amount of military achievements.

That series of numbers that had no end in sight were decreasing like crazy, and only the military exploits disappeared and reappeared on this bloody battlefield, and it was no longer clear what units they should be viewed in.

"The seventh killing front has collapsed, everyone, follow me to attack!"

On the densely packed battlefield, there was a powerful person holding a banner high, and a moment later hundreds of millions of monks charged, but this was just an insignificant scene on the entire battlefield.

The nine imperial city coalition forces vented their anger and greed into the interior of the dark ocean. They attacked and charged again and again, but Yongyuan held firm. Now, this is the seventh time the coalition forces have charged.

If it is not within the charging sequence, everyone will be using all their strength to kill the enemy. If it is within this, then everyone can only pray that this time it will be a successful kill.

Because even during the war, there was still no shortage of people wandering around blindly. They saw too many overlord sects with their powerful heritage being submerged in the darkness, and no one came out alive.

In the first battle of first sight and the second battle of annihilation, although the defense line suffered heavy losses, they were still within the acceptable range of pain, but in the third offensive battle, even the people who were saddened were gone.

It is not uncommon for overlords to have their entire army annihilated. The mighty ones are no more than duckweeds under the huge waves in this torrent of billions. There are even holy places and venerables who have fallen, and everything in the holy places has also disappeared.

This is destined to be a tragic battle. Their hearts are full of future participation in the war. In the end, only the countless bright reds on their bodies speak of the blood of their predecessors.

Fortunately, no one retreated. Before the war, Emperor Cheng calmly explained that all nine tribes would be wiped out and their descendants would be cut off, which made them feel at ease.

I don't know how long it took, but many of the flags disappeared on the battlefield, and at the same time, another group also started to shake.

"The seventh killing front has collapsed. Everyone, follow me to attack!"

The eighth batch of monks who were "fearless and fearless" used all their trump cards in an instant and followed the powerful men in front with the determination to die.

But the strong men that many of them followed soon became the same names as their ancestors.

"Dead, all dead!" Blood replaced the ocean. Some people went crazy in death, but it was just a splash of waves and they were drowned the next moment.

The sunrise is bright, the dark ocean is still dark, the sunset is prosperous, the scarlet eyes are still before our eyes, the bright moon rises high, the thousand-year prosperity has gone far, but the bright moon has not been replaced, still shining on this battlefield of boundless death.

The dawn rises again. How many times is this dawn?

Maybe, the next time will be dawn. In the battlefield, someone is leaning on a warship taking a short rest, holding a sword in his arms, and he only feels warmer than his wife and children at home.

Under the vast war, there is a kind of ore that is in short supply, which is a kind of spiritual jade used to make life cards. With the outbreak of the war, this thing is regarded by many sects as the lifeblood of their rise.

The same is true for another type of ore, which is the most common spiritual iron in the world of cultivation.

Magical weapons are the second life in war. The demand for spiritual iron can only be unlimited, but there are still many people who can only pray.

"When will this war end?"

Everything was lost during the war, and it was just waiting for the military exploits after the war to make up for the losses.

The storage bag was empty, and at this moment only two lines of weeping blood were left of the ambition.

Suddenly, someone heard me.
Chapter completed!