The first thousand five hundred and twenty-first chapters of the gods, the prelude (4)
Nightmare screamed while hurriedly dodging on the arena that was hundreds of miles long and wide... But the arena that was hundreds of miles long and wide was extremely huge for mortals, and for gods, this arena was too big.
Small, too small, too small! Abidal just dodged a few times and arrived in front of Yan Ze, and then his huge body exploded with a bang.
A ball of black fire filled the entire arena, and the arena made of hell flames let out a low roar. The black light film covering the arena flickered lightly, causing a few ripples, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.
The gods who witnessed all this suddenly groaned in despair at the same time - a powerful main god self-destructed his life source and soul, but he couldn't break through the defensive barrier of this small arena, so let alone destroying this gladiator.
It's time to play.
Ashenu looked at the black fire produced by Abidal in surprise and joy. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Abidal, my good brother! You, you, you are really my good brother! Don't worry.
Well, I will take care of your woman and your children for you! Ah, brave Abidal, if we can get out alive, what a great contribution you have made to us!"
Sanhua Tiannu, Solder and others also applauded. Abidal's bravery and fearlessness were really appreciated by them. It would be best if his self-destruction could directly kill the nightmare, losing the spiritual god of the supreme commander.
As a clan, they are no threat!
The black fire gradually dispersed, and a black sun suddenly appeared on the ring. Nightmare was frantically devouring the violent heat generated after Abidal's self-destruction, and the body riddled with holes was rapidly healing. In Nightmare
Above his head, a nine-fold black transparent crown was shaking lightly. It was the existence of this crown that allowed Yan Zhi to survive the terrifying self-destruction.
This was the self-destruction of a powerful god whose strength was only slightly weaker than that of Nightmare. If Nightmare had taken this blow, he would definitely fall with Abidal.
Nightmare, whose body exuded endless heat and light, screamed hysterically: "Abidal blew himself up? So what? So what? I'm still alive, and I will leave here alive with all my clan members! Bathed in blood
Fight hard and kill the enemy bravely! My people, get rid of these damn scumbags, and we will dominate the East!"
The bomber was so embarrassed that he simply broke the jar and threw it. He didn't know what happened in the hell arena and what went wrong here. But now that things have reached this point, there is no room for recovery!
Then, kill the Ashi Nu, kill the rebellious Sanhua Goddess, kill all the gods of the Milo Sect, kill the non-native gods in the Tianmiao, kill the five main gods of the cooperative Ashe Clan and the many gods they lead.
Subordinate, in this way, the Spiritual God clan can dominate the Eastern world in one fell swoop!
Nightmare is too lazy to think about the future, and he is too lazy to think about how to maintain the foundation even if the Spiritual God clan pays a heavy price to dominate the East! These are all trivial issues, everything will wait.
Let’s talk about it after you get out of here alive!
Following the roar of the Nightmare, the gods of the Spiritual God clan manifested their bodies one after another, with clusters of bright lights, clusters of hurricanes, powerful rays, or simply a mass of invisible and qualityless force fields, all displaying their unique
With his ability, he unleashed a storm-like attack on the enemy in front of him.
Under the deliberate control of Hell, the gods of the Lingshen clan are much stronger than their enemies, while other gods are much suppressed in terms of strength. This results in the gods of the Lingshen clan being almost unscathed.
Killed their first wave of enemies!
For a time, the miserable howls of countless gods before their death could not be heard. Ashenu and other main gods twitched with heartache, and the three corpse gods jumped with anger. They roared and charged towards the enemy in front of them, killing them without caring.
The cruel duel rules are still ringing in their ears. Ashenu and the others must kill the enemies in front of them, and they must kill all the gods of the spiritual god family, so that they can escape from this damn arena! No one wants to die here, even if they are
The weakest lower gods are not willing to die here, let alone the superior Ashinu and the others.
Lin Qi stood on the ring. He didn't take any action, but looked coldly at the gods who were fighting in blood.
Ashenu and others are worthy of being the leaders of the multi-armed secret demon clan. He waved thousands of thick arms, and his attacks rolled out like a storm. Standing in front of Ashenu was a powerful warrior.
He is much weaker than the spirit of the spirit god clan, and the manifested body of this spirit god clan is a ball of yellow bright light, with a huge mountain faintly flashing in the halo.
This god of the spiritual god family controls the strange gravity. He constantly distorts the gravity field around Ashinu. Ashinu's body seems to be entangled by countless giant pythons. If his body is not strong enough, he will have long ago.
He was torn into countless pieces. But Ashinu is the leader of the multi-armed secret demon clan after all, and his strength far exceeds that of his opponents.
Tens of thousands of violent blows fell on the unlucky god almost at the same time. Ashinu's angry blow directly shattered the origin of his soul and beat him to pieces. The light on the ring flickered gently, Ashinu
The slave has been moved to another arena, and in front of him appeared a lower god of the spiritual god clan who had just killed his opponent and was jumping for joy!
Ashenu laughed triumphantly, while the lower god let out a scream of terror!
Hell snorted helplessly. There were not many god-level figures present, and it was impossible to match them with enough suitable opponents. So Hell simply randomly designated opponents for them. He completely regarded these god-level beings as their own.
Harvester, help him harvest the lives of those low-level gods!
One by one, low-strength gods appeared in front of Ashinu. Thousands of Ashinu's arms roared and smashed out. All the gods were smashed into pieces as soon as they appeared in front of him.
Opponents of the same low strength kept appearing in front of Sold, and as soon as these gods appeared, they smiled at Sold in a daze, and then neatly raised their weapons and chopped off their own heads.
Sanhua Tiannu's attack was even more cruel. She ignored her dignity and directly restored her Thousand Eyes Mirage body. Her ugly and huge body was suspended in the ring. As soon as her opponent appeared, she fell into endless illusions.
, then it was rolled up by her thick wriggling tentacles, quickly stuffed into her mouth and swallowed.
As for Yan Zhen, his efficiency in killing enemies far exceeds that of others. He is suspended in the ring, endless light and heat are constantly emitting, and as soon as his opponent appears on the ring, he immediately turns into a wisp of smoke and floats away.
The silhouettes around him flickered rapidly. It was the hell arena that kept sending the gods who had just defeated their enemies to the nightmare, letting the cruel and ruthless nightmare become even more cruel because of its rage and burn them to ashes in an instant.
Farther away, the leader of the golden-bodied giant spirit clan in Tianmiao, a bald giant hundreds of miles tall and whose body was as shiny as black gold, was waving the demon-subduing pestle, frantically hammering down the enemies who appeared in front of him one by one.
Turned into a pulp. His hands kept moving, but his eyes were fixed on the nightmare, and he kept roaring crazily.
"Nan Zhen, why do you do this?"
"The spiritual gods and the golden giant spirits are allies and brothers for generations!"
"Why did you do this? Why did you kill us all together? Are you really blinded by greed?"
"Tell me, why do you do this? Why? Why do we even have to calculate it together?"
Nightmare did not say a word. He just continued to release endless light and heat, constantly killing the enemies that appeared around him. Nightmare knew very well that if he killed more enemies, the vitality of the Spirit God clan would be able to
Save one more point. Among the gods present, his strength is definitely one of the best. As long as he maintains this state, he is enough to kill all opponents except for a few people such as Ashenu.
Faced with the roar of the leader of the golden-bodied giant spirit clan, Nightmare didn't know how to reply to him. Just as the other party said, the golden-bodied giant spirit and the spiritual god clan, which are brother races for generations, under the terrifying human rule,
The two tribes supported each other and struggled to reproduce and survive.
But today, Yan Zhen could not explain what happened today, and had no way to explain it, so he was unwilling to speak and waste his words.
Under the control of hell, headed by Nightmare, the main gods of each pantheon, and the powerful men at the upper god level, all became meat grinders in the hell arena. A large number of gods with much lower strength than them were sent to them.
, they killed me just like chopping melons and vegetables.
As for the larger number of gods, they fought bloody battles with gods whose strength was not much different from theirs in the arena. After a hard battle, they were either killed or killed their enemies. The divine blood flowed like cheap spring water.
The arena flowed down and was greedily swallowed up by countless altars on the ground.
As the altar devoured more and more divine blood, a joyful howl suddenly came from the underground of the Hell Arena. Stimulated by the breath of hell, using the blood and souls of countless gods as sacrifices, the consciousness of the Hell Arena's body
Finally recovered.
An ancient, sinister, spiritual wave that gave people the impression of a king cobra slowly crawling into the hot bed in the middle of the night, slowly squirmed out of the ground. A chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire hell arena, and the killing force
** Crazy rolling in the arena.
On countless arenas, the corpses of the gods fell like garbage. Their heavy corpses fell to the ground, making a dull and thunderous sound. A large amount of divine blood flowed out of their bodies, staining the ground of the Hell Arena.
Colorful like a huge palette.
The gods are falling like rain. At this moment, here, the lives of the gods are like grass. (To be continued.