Compared to the rolling thunder in the sky, the wild thunder flashing around Wen Zhong knocked all four gods fighting him off the clouds, and the thunder and fire in the snow-covered forest were coming to an end.
The tree cages were shaking, snow was accumulated, and the ice picks hanging from the tips of the leaves fell one after another. As the scythe burning with black fire was waved, the big tree that the two hugged was cut into two pieces in a flash of black light and fell suddenly.
Immediately, the old man was hit by lightning and flew out. The moment he hit the ground, his figure disappeared and reappeared nearby, standing in the air. He threw the lantern behind him with his backhand. The old man's figure also appeared at the same time, with burning talismans on his fingertips.
The fire lit the lantern's dim flame.
Immediately, the two people's bodies disappeared, and another place appeared. After a few blows with spells and fists and feet, Yin Xuanling turned over and fell to the ground. The magic point went to the ground. The snow rumbled up and turned into dense ice cones. All of them were killed.
Putting the lantern in his hand, the latter raised it violently, the lantern burst into black vortexes, and the icicles that had penetrated flew towards the old man.
Bah bah bah bah...
Yin Xuanling opened his wide sleeves, and the ice cone lost its power and fell to the ground like rain. The moment his vision was clear, death let out overlapping roars and rushed towards him with its afterimage.
Talisman sword!
A string of talisman fire appeared in the old man's hand, turned into a long dark red sword and stood in front of him. He pressed his feet on the ground and was pushed forward by the opponent's scythe for several steps. One person and one god suddenly closed the distance. Yin Xuanling shouted loudly: "Conquer the devil."
Whip!" The long, dark-red sword holding the scythe suddenly changed and turned into a long burning snake. In the old man's hand, it swiped away from Death's face, setting his hood on fire.
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Death is the god of the underworld. Although he has a divine body, he also has the most yin and evil nature. The Taoism of the Tianshi Mansion can restrain the yin and evil. As soon as Fu Huo touched the hood, Death immediately felt something bad. He dropped the sickle in his hand and held it with one hand.
While pressing the flame away, countless ghosts floated out from the lantern in the other hand, clinging to Yin Xuanling's body, burrowing into his body, or biting his body.
"Wretched!" Yin Xuanling kicked the opponent's abdomen, pulled away a few steps, and shook his hands from side to side, "The divine light that subdues demons. Eliminate evil!"
Golden flames ignited in the body, eyes, mouth and nose, and the hundreds of ghosts clinging to the body suddenly let out shrill screams. The dark and transparent body was filled with specks of sparks, and the Yin energy overflowed, and they instantly turned into
Fly ash is scattered in the air.
And over there, Death extinguished the talisman fire on his hood and reached out to grab the artifact on the ground. The moment he saw the old man from the East in front of him, he quickly zoomed in on his field of vision.
He slammed into his arms, and the huge force pushed him across a long distance on the snow, and hit a big tree behind him. Suddenly, the big tree was broken and fell down, clinging to it.
One person and one god still drew a straight line in the forest and flew to a farther direction.
Death's face seeping in the shadow opened his mouth, brewing a cloud of black energy. Yin Xuanling grabbed his neck, and almost at the same time, his eyes lit up with magical light.
The mighty divine eyes!
Golden Dharma light spurted out from his eyes, shining on the face of death and driving away the shadows, revealing a pale face, and even poured into his eyes, mouth and nose.
"Uhhhhh-"
Death's whole body was ignited with golden aura, and he was rolling crazily on the ground, as if he was engulfed in fire. He kept trying to slap his clothes with his hands, but in an instant, a black aura floated out of his body and quickly penetrated into the ground.
When Yin Xuanling reacted, he sighed with some pity. The aura should be the soul of this western god. It should have escaped to the place under the jurisdiction of the other party, otherwise the energy would not disappear so quickly.
"I don't know what's going on with my apprentice."
The old man grabbed the body on the ground, lifted it by the ankle, dragged it on the ground, and walked step by step to the edge of the forest.
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The battle in the sky came to an end when the last god in Wen Zhong's hands was scorched alive by thunder, and even the soul disappeared into the clouds.
As for the battle below, Erlang Shen untied the demon-binding rope, ignored the monkey's look that it wanted to eat him, and joined Wen Zhong to descend to the ground.
However, they were not worried that the remaining three gods would still be able to leave alive. After all, the heroes who besieged them were all famous generals who had experienced many battles. Almost no small move could escape these heroic figures.
The eyes of a wise man.
Did it fail...?
We, the gods, will eventually fall...
Mars looked at the Oriental people who were still continuously attacking and cooperating with each other. He did not hesitate to be beaten to dissipation by himself, but also wanted to fight for the opportunity for his companions to stab him in the body.
Such unity was something he had never felt before.
As far as the eye can see, Laent, the god of mountains, has dimmed his divine light. His feet are covered with rocks that have been punched out. He is struggling to cope with it, and then he is picked up by oriental people from all directions and thrown to the ground. Each one is different.
The weapon hit him and he let out a low roar of pain.
Melton, the god of wind, was also tired of running for his life. He flew into the sky and was slapped back to the ground by an oriental man waving a feather fan. Then he was nailed to his heels by an old man holding a bow and shooting arrows, and he knelt down on the ground.
Further away, Mars saw the once unparalleled beauty of the goddess of wind and snow, Yinsdra. Her head was lying quietly on the ground, leaving crystal tears; the God of Life also died, and the man's head finally merged with hers.
The beautiful female body separated; the lake fairy was dissolving on the ground, leaving only one arm, which was then trampled under the feet of the oriental people...
His gaze deflected and finally fell on the young oriental man standing in the distance.
Maybe there's still a chance.
he thought.
At this moment, Mars no longer held back and burst out with all his divine power, knocking over a knight on a white horse wielding a two-edged spear in front of him. His shoulder was also hit by the approaching red horse, and he barely escaped with his slanted body.
The green-robed and red-faced god above took a stab, but the robe on his back was still torn open by the blade, leaving a sea of flesh and blood.
"Help me, this is your last chance!" he shouted.
The mountain god Lient held several weapons or magical lights on his back, stretched out his hand and shot the last bit of his divine power at Mars. The wind god Melton turned into a strong wind and hugged Mars in the wind.
Si, he was stabbed by the snake spear and chopped by the halberd, and brought his companions out of the siege.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mars escaped from the strong wind and turned into a ball of light before he hit the ground, rushing towards the Oriental who was not far away.
Only by solving this person will everything end.
The ball of light erupted again, became more powerful, and rushed over with a tail of flames. There was a "dang" sound, and the green and black divine sword thrust out of the hand was blocked by a strange-looking weapon.
The force of the counter-shock shook Mars back. He was a god with three eyes.
"ah!"
Mars roared loudly, and divine light erupted again. This time the light was mixed with the green and black of the disease, which was the color of burning divine souls.
Rushing towards Chen Yuan again, Chen Yuan remained motionless and looked at the charging god calmly. The next moment, the head of the club with golden patterns blocked the front, directly blocking the golden light, but it was still shocking.
The golden cudgel shook slightly.
"I...I'm going to kill you...mortal..."
Mars' mouth and eyes were full of golden blood that was slowly flowing down. He still pressed the monkey's golden cudgel with his sword fiercely, and pushed forward step by step. Sun Wukong and Yang Jian had no intention of further blocking, and just held their weapons sideways, watching.
Let him approach slowly.
"I am one of the gods of the West...the god of disease...horse...er...we will not..."
At the last moment of the sound, the monkey raised his hand and gently pushed the god's forehead with his fingertips. The advancing body stopped, shook twice, and fell heavily backwards.
Chen Yuan looked at the fallen figure, and his whole body was trembling.
The gods of the West...are destroyed.
And his magic power was almost exhausted, so he said weakly: "Kite thanks the Great Sage, True Lord, and Tianzun for the help."
The monkey leaned on it with his golden cudgel and proudly raised his chin, "Just go back and prepare some fruits for me."
Erlang Shen was taciturn, just nodded, and took the white dog at his feet to turn into a divine light and rush towards the sky. Wen Zhongze nodded with a smile, stroked his beard, "I will meet you again when things are over here."
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After saying this, he followed Yang Jian and turned into divine light and left.
"They left?"
At this time, in the forest behind Chen Yuan, the master dragged the body of a god back, threw it together with Mars, and turned around and said: "This guy's soul left his body and ran away."
"It doesn't matter, Master, there will be special Yinshen to catch you!"
Chen Yuan used his last bit of mana to shoot away Wu Guzhu. Two extremely tall Yin gods appeared on his left and right, two figures with red faces and fangs, fierce faces, wearing golden hoops on their heads and red embroidered robes.
It's called Golden Fong. His hands have long scarlet nails and he stands on the ground holding the square shackles.
There is a ghost next to him, with a green face and fangs, a terrifying face, a silver band on his head, a blue robe, a green and black complexion, and a silver iron lock in his hand, making the sound of gold and iron.
"Thank you, Fifth Master and Sixth Master, for catching that soul that escaped."
"Haha, this is my first time catching a spirit."
Jin Suo fiddled with his long red nails and raised the yoke. Silver Suo on the side opened and closed his fangs, wrapped the iron chain around his shoulders, and sneered: "I heard that he still holds the hand of the dead. He is traveling with us, but I want to compete with him.
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Then the two ghosts shouted in unison.
"Chasing the soul!"
A gust of dark wind blew, and the figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.
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Being blown by the sinister wind, Chen Yuan also exhausted all his magic power. The spells in his hands were scattered and he fell down immediately. Yin Xuanling rushed over, took his apprentice into his arms, and gently put him down.
Sighed.
"Thousands of miles away, what's the point?"
After saying that, he pressed Chen Yuan's forehead to transfer the magic power.