The Four Wind Gods team was all killed, and Sophia, the inheritor of Athena, died tragically.
What happened was completely different from what was expected.
"Great God King, we are completely in trouble this time!" Jaros looked desperate, as if he had fallen into an abyss and couldn't see any light.
The most important thing is that he has been suppressed and beaten so far in the battle, and he has been in danger several times and almost died.
He is a strong man in the middle of the fifth level!
Are the inheritors of Daxia’s gods so powerful?
The sword energy burst through the air, leaving shocking scars on his body. The man in Taoist robes in front waved his long sword with an invincible and invincible power.
Behind him, Emperor Zhenwu was wearing a golden chainmail armor and holding a demon-breaking sword. His face was majestic and his eyes were filled with cold light.
"Ah!" Jaros staggered back, red light leaked out of his body, and the exposed wounds gradually healed.
This is Prometheus' flesh and blood regeneration technique.
In myths and legends, Zeus ordered him to be tied to the Caucasus Mountains and sent vultures to eat his liver during the day. At night, the injured would heal automatically.
"Haha, I want to see how long you can last." A Liang sneered, waving his sword and continuing to stab.
"Hmph!" Zhao Yu suddenly waved his hand, sending out a surging snow-white wave.
"Titan Earth-shattering Punch!" Jaros gritted his teeth and struck away with his fist preparing for a terrifying attack.
Behind him, Prometheus also waved his fists, his muscles as graceful as marble sculptures, exuding a fearless and holy aura.
With a roar, the snow-white waves rolled back and were annihilated.
Zhao Yu made a secret with his right hand, pointed sharply with both fingers, and shouted coldly: "Water Dragon Break!"
The roar of the dragon sounded, and a lifelike snow-white giant snake snaked its head, carrying the power of a big river, and bit into the target!
"Oh damn!" Jaros waved his fists and kept hitting.
There were Sanskrit sounds in his ears, as if there were ten thousand Buddhas sitting cross-legged in the heavens chanting Dharma.
"It's this ugly sound again..." Jeros's face was distorted and he had a splitting headache.
Master Kongchan clasped his palms together, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva behind him lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to face all living beings.
"Buddha's light shines everywhere."
Suddenly, golden light shone over, and hot gas evaporated all over Geros's body, and all the flesh and blood on his body began to evaporate.
Facing the siege of the three inheritors of the Great Xia Spirit, this mid-level fifth-level powerhouse was in a panic.
If it weren't for the magic of flesh and blood regeneration, he would have gone to hell long ago.
"Do you still want to resist? Your wishful thinking of the God Mountain has failed. This is called losing your wife and losing your troops!"
A Liang chuckled.
Everyone was paying attention to the battle in the distance just now.
The Four Wind Gods team and the inheritors of Athena were all killed. This battle was undoubtedly won by Daxia.
"You have already offended the gods, do you want to continue to do so?"
"Let me go back, this matter can still turn around!"
Jaros had a painful expression on his face and resisted with difficulty.
"The foreign devil's words are just like farting. He thinks he is coaxing a three-year-old child."
Zhao Yudao: "When you plan this operation, you should be mentally prepared to accept failure."
"I, Daxia, can come and leave whenever I want?"
"You idiot, hurry up and accompany them!"
Master Kongchan next to him nodded, "Amitabha, what Xiaoyou Zhao said makes sense."
Hear the words.
Jaros felt aggrieved in his heart and roared angrily: "Yellow-skinned monkey, I will support you even if I die!"
He raised his palms high, with golden sacred flames lingering in them, as if they were the fire stolen by Prometheus.
"The fire of hope!"
Jaros's face was distorted and he was thrown forward violently.
The sacred flame swells when it encounters the wind, emitting a blazing and dazzling light, containing infinite terrifying power.
"Brother Zhao, it's up to you." A Liang said calmly and calmly,
"no problem."
Zhao Yu's eyebrows were resolute, and he used his hands to perform magical powers.
"The hanging river pours water!"
A mighty long river extends out of the void, entwining in all directions, giving it a simple and desolate atmosphere.
In the middle, Emperor Shuiguan is wearing a mysterious French Taoist robe, with long hair and an ancient crown.
Above the head is the bright sun and blue sky, standing on the river.
Rumble…
The sacred flame of golden light became smaller and smaller in front of this long river, and was finally swallowed up completely.
"I bought it!" Jaros's scalp felt numb.
"Hey, foreign devils, look at my moves, look at my demon-slaying sword energy!" A Liang took the opportunity to swipe away, the sword in his hand billowing with sword energy.
Just as Jaros was about to attack, he was cut off from the waist and sprayed with blood.
He fell to the ground and let out a shrill scream.
At the broken waist, there were faint sprouts of flesh and blood, as if they were about to condense into a new lower body.
"Hey, poor monk, please help you get rid of it." Master Kongchan sighed and pointed his finger from afar.
Instantly.
Near Jaros.
Ten huge hell totem poles were condensed, entwined with the dark and terrifying aura of hell.
Such a terrifying move completely changed the style of Buddhist exercises.
This is the magical power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the hells of the ten directions!
"Ah ah... no..." Jaros screamed and wailed, his flesh and blood melting rapidly.
soon.
All that was left was a pale skeleton.
The successor of Prometheus, who betrayed the old party and served the Mountain of the Gods, died miserably like this.
“It’s done and call it a day!”
A Liang turned his head and looked over and said with a smile: "Hey, you two are openly spreading dog food."
Hearing this, Chen Yanan blushed and refused to continue leaning on her.
In fact, she has regained her strength and can stand on her own.
I just don’t want to move very much, and it feels good to be like this...
Seeing that he was exposed, Chen Yanan immediately broke away and his eyes dodged.
But soon, he regained his composure.
She mustered up the courage to raise her face, looked directly at the handsome man in front of her, and said harshly: "Smelly brother, thank you in advance."
Xiao Yi coughed a few times and said, "Well, it's okay."
Both sides became quiet again.
The atmosphere is a bit subtle.
"Brother Xiao, you are quite lucky." A Liang winked.
Chen Yanan was embarrassed and said, "Damn it, Aliang, what are you talking about? I want to fight you!"
As she said that, she was about to rush over, but her mind was too much consumed, her body and mind were unstable and she almost fell.
"Be careful." Xiao Yi stepped forward to support her again.
Chen Yanan pursed her red lips, lowered her head and said, "Well, I can stand on my own."
"Hahaha, oh my god, you are the only one who wants to hit me." A Liang laughed heartily.
"You!" Chen Yanan was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
Xiao Yi turned around and shouted coldly in the distance: "Hey, why don't you take your people back!"
The group of divine guards who came together had long been frightened out of their wits.
In their eyes, whether it is the Four Wind Gods Team, Sophia, or Geros, they are all high-ranking figures in the Mountain of Gods.
As a result, they were all shot to death by the Daxia people!
The inheritance of the gods of Kyushu is so powerful?!
"Quick, report to the God King!" The divine guards cried with mournful faces, picked up the corpse and fled.
How majestic you were when you came, how embarrassed you were when you returned!
Saw this scene.
The crowd around them could no longer suppress their excitement and burst into earth-shattering shouts.
The whole Wuyi Mountain was filled with cheers and applause.
Everyone was extremely excited, many even cried, and everyone roared hysterically, venting their happiness to their heart's content.
"Victory! We have won!!"
The people in the country cheered and cheered, feeling that they were finally proud and elated, and every pore in their bodies was relaxing.
Imperial City.
There was thunderous applause in the conference room.
"Okay, great!"
Da Chaochang wiped away his tears and clapped excitedly. This gray-haired old man felt extremely happy in his heart.
After this battle, who dares to underestimate me, the inheritor of the Great Xia Spirit?
Whether the gods of Kyushu are powerful or not, this is the best proof!