The northwest line of the Tianmiao Mountain has been beaten into chaos. Once the blood of the multi-armed mysterious demon comes into contact with the blood of other gods, it will be a big explosion that will shatter the earth. The fierce battle of millions of gods' servants will forcefully destroy a road thousands of miles long.
The Jie'er Mountain Range was shattered into pieces, the underground rivers and veins were smashed to pieces, there were earthquakes and springs everywhere, and the situation was like a world-ending disaster.
Tens of thousands of light spots, large and small, slowly rotated in the sky. It was the middle and high-level gods on both sides who spread out their respective fields of divine power and fought desperately. Occasionally, a light spot shattered, and a large amount of blood would spray out.
When he came out, a broken body would struggle out of the light spot in a miserable state and stagger back to his own camp.
The multi-armed mystical demons attack deliberately and unpreparedly. They have more than twice as many mid-level and high-level gods present as there are in the Tianmiao, so they have an advantage in fighting in the field of divine power. It is often the gods of the Tianmiao who are killed.
The multi-armed mystical demons were seriously injured and escaped. Of course, there were also those extremely powerful and ferocious gods from the Temple of Heaven. They fought in such a way that both sides suffered losses, 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 meteorites 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 is sitting cross-legged on a snowy mountain, with a faint gray-white divine light in his eyes, looking from a distance.
A majestic sacred mountain. Several petite skeletons, obviously born from the bodies of girls, with countless exquisite patterns carved on the surface, were placed behind him. They were holding teapots, wine pots, teacups, wine cups and the like in their hands.
Gadgets.
Tens of meters away, there were three hundred undead people standing neatly in gray-white robes. Their eyes were full of deathly aura. The auras on their bodies were restrained and not revealed. Once the cold wind raging around them approached their bodies,
Just like a blooming flower suddenly withered, the cold wind disappeared. It no longer had any power.
"It's so exciting! It's so interesting! So many people are fighting to the death. It's so fun!" The slender old man rubbed his hands gently, and a thin blade danced flexibly between his fingers.
It was like a swimming fish, with a cold light from time to time. Taking a deep breath, the slender old man suddenly sneered: "I heard that I appeared in the Western Continent?"
A middle-aged man in a gray robe quietly took two steps forward: "Someone must have used your name fraudulently!"
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, if I 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 silently flew high into the sky, and then flew lightly towards the direction of the western continent. The slender old man was lost in thought.
He looked at the battlefield in the south. Then he tilted his mouth in dissatisfaction: "You bunch of idiots, let's fight, let's fight. If you are all dead, 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 to the ground in the snow, struggling and twitching crazily, and his joints were twisted.
, the bones all over his body were rubbing against 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, and the indescribable pain made him say no.
His words 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 in a daze 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 deeply on the bone-white cheek. He was greedy and obsessed.
After licking and playing with the skeletal body for a long time, Sugra finally let out a long breath of satisfaction: "Have those fools on the Undead Continent finally been wiped out? That evil fetus of all spirits
, we can’t let those stupid little guys wipe us out in vain! Find a way to get him, that will be a big help.”
"By the way, we have to take action! After sleeping for so many years and enduring such long torture, 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 who were wearing gray and white robes and 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 to replenish their own consumption, this is what their undead gods are like
The best potion.
"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 careful, and we cannot be careless at all. Because the strength of some little guys, even
Already more powerful than I am now!" Sugra looked to the south a little worriedly: "For example, I almost made this little guy Ashenu 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.
The clouds. With a 'chirp', a long and extremely thin gap was torn open in the dark clouds high in the sky. Then the strong wind blew up and the gap disappeared without a trace.
The other undead gods quickly escaped with their own unique magic, and several skeleton soldiers also transformed into a stream of green will-o'-the-wisps, following Sogra into the sky. Soon, on this snow-capped mountain, no one except Sogra spewed out.
The sip of pitch-black juice left no trace.
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. Its dark golden feathers squirmed rapidly.
After a while, the crow slowly turned into a young man with a handsome face. He wore a large cloak made of dark golden feathers and slowly walked to the pool 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 appeared on the tip of his tongue, and half of his tongue squeaked.
It was burned to ashes. He bit down hard on his tongue, bit off a section of the tongue that was rapidly melting and spit it out on the ground. He quickly took a few steps back 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, which were also slowly melting. A little bit of golden-red blood was sprinkled on the snow, and the young man was embarrassed and angry.
He cursed in a low voice.
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
He 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 from disasters because you have the talent to identify all power attributes?"
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 this so? Then there is only one person who meets this condition."