Mi Ziwen shouted loudly, "See clearly who we are!"
His face was full of anger. Sun Pingping was his nephew, and now he had betrayed the people of his ancestral land and even wanted to kill them all. This made him want to drag Sun Pingping over and give him a good beating.
Sun Pingping just looked at him coldly, expressionless.
"Niu Fang, are you willing to keep your promise, or do you want to be a villain who doesn't keep your promise?"
The false god opposite looked at the false god Niu Fang and said with a sneer.
False god Niu Fang frowned. He did not look at the false god who spoke, but looked at Sun Pingping.
From his perspective, he can naturally see that there is something a little abnormal about Sun Ping Ping.
"Niu Fang, are you stupid?"
The false god Gu Hong said coldly, "Don't you know why you came here? Are you led by the nose, and your brain is in trouble?"
Yes!
False God Niu Fang also reacted.
Sun Ping Ping is just a cover-up.
I am here for Wu Zongquan, the master of Tiangong Pavilion. What does Sun Ping Gong have to do with me?
These guys think that by controlling Sun Ping Ping, they can make me do things?
It’s simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!
"I am a villain to begin with, so you bite me!"
False sacred cow Fang cursed.
The false gods on the opposite side were also stunned, and their faces became gloomy.
"Are you really looking for death?"
They shouted.
"Come if you have the skills. Who can't talk nonsense?"
The false god Gu Hong said coldly, "Only you can't even come close to killing us."
He took a step forward, and countless knife shadows instantly appeared in front of him.
Holding the Seven Killing Sword in his hand, the false god Gu Hong has a murderous aura on his body.
"Niu Fang, the hunting has begun, don't lose to me!"
Before he finished speaking, the countless knife shadows in front of the false god Gu Hong were already slashing forward.
"Rumble——"
Amidst the loud noise, countless knife shadows have fallen into the group of false gods on the opposite side.
The pseudo-sacred ox Fang also shouted loudly, not wanting to lag behind. The golden hammer in his hand suddenly became very huge and he smashed it forward.
"Kill them!"
The three thousand false gods on the opposite side were furious at the same time and killed the two of them.
"Those who still have some energy left, take action!"
Mi Ziwen, Meng Bai and others also shouted loudly, mustered up their last strength, and moved forward to kill.
The false god Gu Hong and the false god Niu Fang are here to help them. It makes no sense for them to fight in front while they watch from behind.
"Sun Gongping!"
Mizi Wen took a good look at Sun Pinggong and killed him directly.
Sun Pingping's eyes were blood red and his face was filled with murderous intent.
He knocked a master from the Huaxia Pavilion flying with his sword, then pursued the victory and killed the master.
At this time, Mi Ziwen's long sword had already moved sideways, blocking the long sword in Sun Pingping's hand.
"Open your eyes and see who is here!"
Mi Ziwen shouted loudly, and kept attacking with the long sword in his hand, trying to wake up Sun Ping Gong.
Sun Pingping just had no expression on his face and kept drawing out his sword. Every time he struck the sword, it went towards Mi Ziwen's vitals, as if he wanted to kill Mi Ziwen.
"Damn!"
Mi Ziwen kept yelling, and he naturally noticed that Sun Pingping was strange.
But so what if you can see it?
Could he still let Sun Pingping kill the people of Huaxia Pavilion?
He couldn't give up resistance and let Sun Pingping kill him.
Now he can only try his best to capture Sun Pingping alive.
But that’s not easy.
Sun Pingping, the Heavenly Sword, is one of the best in Huaxia Pavilion in terms of his own strength.
Although Mi Ziwen now possesses the power of the false god, Sun Pingping also doesn't know how to break through the false god.
The two are equally powerful, but Mi Ziwen has been fighting for a long time, and his strength has been exhausted.
Sun Pingping, on the other hand, is recharging his energy.
The strength and weakness of both sides soon became apparent.
Mi Ziwen kept retreating in some embarrassment, and was about to be injured by Sun Pingping's knife.
"Brother, I'll stop him, you go help the general."
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle and blocked Sun Pingping.
Surprisingly, it was Yin Wuyou who rushed over.
"Princess, be careful!"
Mi Ziwen did not force it. Being on the battlefield, he knew how to choose the best plan.
Trying to show off will only bring worse results.
He swayed and came to Meng Bai's side to help him resist the other side's false god.
The battle continued to intensify, and soon, the human side of the ancestral land was retreating steadily.
They have already reached the end of their struggle, and even if they join the pseudo-god Niu Fang and the pseudo-god Gu Hong, they cannot change the situation.
After all, Niu Fang and Gu Hong are just false gods.
They are indeed powerful. Fighting alone, none of the three thousand false gods can be their opponent.
But how could the other party fight them alone?
There are three thousand people on the other side.
As for the human race in the ancestral land, including Niu Fang and Gu Hong, the number of pseudo-gods is less than a hundred.
This disparity in power can no longer be described.
If the opponent's three thousand false gods hadn't all rushed into the battlefield at once, the war would have been completely over by now.
Even so, the people of the ancestral land cannot hold on for long.
It is estimated that they will be completely wiped out in less than half an hour at most.
"You dare to offend my Tiangong Pavilion. When my Pavilion Master returns, you will definitely suffer the consequences!"
Cui Lin was punched away by a false god, blood spurted in the air, and he roared.
He was seriously injured, but now he has completely lost the ability to resist.
If it weren't for the experts from Tiangong Pavilion who desperately saved him, he might have died here completely this time.
"It's destiny, you should have died long ago."
A voice sounded, "You have lived for so long. Now, just die for me."
A palm appeared out of thin air above Cui Lin's head.
"Deputy Pavilion Master Cui!"
Everyone's expression changed at the same time.
"Boom——"
The palm of that hand shone brightly, crushing Cui Lin's head and bursting it open.
This scene brought a brief moment of tranquility to the battlefield.
From the beginning of the war to now, Cui Lin is the first important figure to die!
As the head of Tiangong Pavilion, now Tiangong Pavilion and Huaxia Pavilion are of the same family, Cui Lin is an out-and-out senior executive on their side.
He was actually killed!
Everyone's eyes were all turned to the owner of the palm.
There was a flash of light, and before anyone could see clearly who the owner of the palm was, he had already disappeared into the air.
"Everyone, be careful!"
Yonzi Wen and Mengbai drank loudly at the same time.
At this moment, a palm suddenly appeared in front of Sun Pingping and slapped Yin Wuyou opposite him.
"Princess!"
The expressions of Mi Ziwen, Meng Bai and others changed drastically at the same time.
Yin Wuyou is dealing with Sun Pingping. She and Sun Pingping are almost as different in strength.
And that palm had just killed Cui Lin, and its strength was clearly far beyond that of ordinary false gods.
How could Yin Wuyou resist such a sneak attack?
In fact, Yin Wuyou did not react.
Sun Pingping's attack already required her to concentrate on dealing with it. If she was not careful, she might be injured.
Where is the energy left to guard against sneak attacks by such masters?
Seeing that the palm was about to fall on Yin Wuyou, everyone seemed to have seen the result.
"Worry-free!"
Lu Wenshuang's pretty face lost all color in an instant.
Bai Qianqian desperately wanted to rush to the rescue, but she also had her own opponents. How could she escape in such a short time?
Mi Ziwen, Meng Bai, Xiao Jianghe, and Wang Xin were all filled with despair.
They knew very well how important Yin Wuyou was to Zhou Shu.
If something unexpected happened to Yin Wuyou, they couldn't imagine how Zhou Shu would react.
Even if you don't mention these things, Yin Wuyou has always been the heart of the Huaxia Pavilion Master, and no one wants to see anything happen to her.
"Rumble——"
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and a square brick appeared in front of Yin Wuyou, barely able to block the palm of his hand.
The seemingly ordinary bricks that can be seen everywhere were not damaged at all under that palm.
This scene was completely beyond everyone's expectations.
On the battlefield, there was a brief moment of tranquility again.
Everyone stopped moving their hands and looked directly at the brick that blocked Yin Wuyou's fatal blow.
If Cui Lin was still alive, he would definitely be able to recognize that this brick was the life-saving magic weapon that Yang Zhitian left to the master of Tiangong Pavilion.
It is said that this brick can block a divine blow.
But Cui Lin is already dead, and no one present recognizes this brick.
They were shocked beyond measure.
It’s incredible that such an ordinary brick can withstand such a powerful blow!
"It's the Pavilion Master!"
Shi Songtao shouted, "It was the master of the pavilion who forged this magical weapon!"
"You have all seen that the magic weapon forged by the Pavilion Master can easily block your sneak attack!"
"Even if you kill us all today, when the Pavilion Master comes back, you will all be dead! You can't even defeat the magic weapon forged by the Pavilion Master, why should you fight with our Pavilion Master!"
Shi Songtao shouted excitedly, as if he didn't know that he was on the verge of life and death.
"A magic weapon cannot change your destiny! Unless each of you has such a magic weapon!"
A false god yelled across the street.
After the palm failed to strike, it disappeared without a trace.
Yin Wuyou herself was a little surprised. She didn't even know when she had such a magical weapon in her body.
But immediately, warmth surged in her heart. Needless to say, this must have been left behind by Zhou Shu on purpose.
The reason is to protect her.
Yin Wuyou shook his lips, his pretty face flushed.
"I still want to stay with you, I won't die easily!"
Infinite power surged in Yin Wuyou's heart.
"Boom——"
She slashed out with her sword, and Sun Ping Ping, who was evenly matched with her just now, was directly knocked away by the sword.
"Magic Weapon, please give me a helping hand!"
Yin Wuyou turned to face the brick and said with a serious expression.
Just when everyone thought Yin Wuyou was crazy, suddenly, a dazzling light emitted from the bricks.
Then, shadows flew out from the bricks.
Almost instantly, those shadows turned into bricks, suspended in front of everyone in Huaxia Pavilion.
The false god who just spoke opposite was dumbfounded.
Does everyone really have a brick?
What's going on?
What kind of magic weapon is this?
The master of Tiangong Pavilion, is he so perverted? He actually forged such a magic weapon?
Not only was the false god opposite him dumbfounded, but even Yin Wuyou himself was a little dumbfounded.
Is this brick so powerful?
She was overjoyed, her husband was indeed her husband, and leaving even a brick could reverse the situation.
"Don't be afraid, this brick is not as strong as you think. It won't last long, keep attacking!"
A voice sounded in the air.
The three thousand false gods also reacted.
No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it still depends on who will use it.
Isn’t it a daydream to think that one magic weapon can stop their three thousand false gods?
"Rumble——"
Three thousand false gods attack at the same time.
A series of magical powers landed on the bricks in front of everyone.
In the explosion of light, those bricks were broken one after another.
Except for the one in front of Yin Wuyou, the rest of the bricks were broken into pieces after just a few breaths of time.
"Princess, withdraw!"
Mi Ziwen and Meng Bai retreated to Yin Wuyou.
"You can keep the green hills here, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. You go first, and you will be useful here. You can avenge us in the future!"
The scene just now was too dangerous.
Neither Mi Ziwen nor Meng Bai wanted to see that scene happen again.
"If Zhou Shu were here, he wouldn't leave everyone behind. I can't leave."
Yin Wuyou shook his head and said.
"He will avenge us."
Lu Wenshuang waved her sword light and said coldly.
Bai Qianqian smiled brightly and said, "It's not like I haven't died before. There's nothing terrible about death. If I leave, I'll be a little sorry for you guys."
Mizi Wen and Mengbai wanted to persuade them again, but the false gods on the opposite side had already stepped up their offensive, and they instantly had no energy left to speak.
People from Huaxia Pavilion and Tiangong Pavilion fell one after another.
Ever since Cui Lin died in battle, the balance of the war has completely tilted.
The people in Huaxia Pavilion and Tiangong Pavilion can only live on their last breath. Every moment, someone falls down, and the remaining people are just trying their best to persevere.
The situation seems to have no room for recovery.
……
"Buzz——"
A faint white light flashed, and a handful of yellow sand flew hundreds of feet in the wind, and then fell to the ground.
As if there is life, the yellow sand slowly condenses into a human figure.
The facial features of the figure gradually became clearer. It was not Qi Tian, who was it?
"It's done!"
Zhou Shu couldn't help but clenched his fist tightly.
This was originally just an idea of his, and he actually wasn't very sure.
But the result was good, he maintained the record of never failing to build a soldier.
He succeeded again!
Qitian stood there, looking at his hands and feet curiously, as if he were a newborn baby.
After a full quarter of an hour, Qi Tian raised his head and looked at Zhou Shu.
"This feeling is very good."
Qitian said, "I feel that there is no difference from before. This clay sculpture body is no worse than my previous physical body."
"Qitian, have you forgotten what I do?"
Zhou Shu smiled slightly and said, "I am a weapon maker! Your current body is, strictly speaking, a magic weapon!"
"I used the method of casting magic weapons to cast a clay body. If it is not stronger than your physical body, then consider me a failure!"
There is no final conclusion on who is stronger and who is weaker, the human body or the divine weapon.
A warrior's body can be tempered to become stronger than a divine weapon.
But that also depends on the magic weapon.
There is no doubt that some divine weapons are physically stronger than most warriors.
Could the magic weapon forged by Zhou Shu be an ordinary magic weapon?
This clay sculpture body was cast by Zhou Shu to survive the catastrophe of destruction of heaven and earth. How can it not be strong?
"Its strongest point is its immortality."
Zhou Shu continued, "Even if you turn into yellow sand, you can still recover. I smashed your soul into pieces and recast it with the art of forging weapons. Now every grain of yellow sand is a part of your soul. The yellow sand
If it is immortal, neither will your soul."
Zhou Shu also lamented in his heart that this process sounds simple, but in fact it is as difficult as climbing to the sky!
Qitian is divine, how strong is his soul?
As long as he resists a little bit, Zhou Shu will not be able to break his soul.
To Qi Tian, having his soul shattered is tantamount to killing him countless times. The pain involved is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear.
Not to mention the subsequent recasting process, which involves refining the soul in flames.
Although the whole process does not seem to require Qi Tian to do anything, in fact, the most difficult part is all supported by Qi Tian.
If Qi Tian fails to cooperate in the slightest, if he cannot bear the pain in the process, he will end up in failure.
This method can be considered a success, but it can also be considered a failure.
Because now Zhou Shu realizes that the threshold for this method is actually very high.
Not everyone is equal.
Even if the Emperor of Heaven were replaced, Zhou Shu felt that he might not be able to succeed.
The sacred soul is extremely solidified, and the process of breaking it requires absolute trust. Otherwise, the sacred soul will subconsciously resist, which will lead to failure.
Even Zhou Shu could not have imagined that Qi Tian would trust him so much. During the whole process, not even a thought of resistance arose.
Even Zhou Shu found it a bit incredible.
He can't think of anyone who can achieve Qi Tian's level. This thing is almost impossible to copy.
He wanted Shi Songtao to help him try it before, but that was really a bit of a stretch.
Although Shi Songtao trusts him, Shi Songtao may not be able to bear this kind of pain.
When the soul is faced with a fatal threat, it is just a subconscious reaction to resist.
Being able to face death without any thoughts of resistance is simply not something ordinary people can do.
"Amazing."
Qi Tian said to Zhou Shu that he actually didn't care much about what Zhou Shu said. What he cared about was whether he had the power to avenge Liu Ruochuan.
"I have come out, now I will save you!"
As Qi Tian spoke, a powerful aura arose from his body. He clenched his fist and punched the light curtain.
"Kacha——"
Cracks appeared on the light curtain, but they failed to break apart.
"Qitian, don't worry about me."
Zhou Shu shook his head and said, "You are made of yellow sand and can pass through the restriction, but it is not so easy to break."
"I suspect that someone used a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain and trapped us here to do harm to my people."
"Do me a favor and go to the base to take a look. If someone makes trouble for them, you first block it for me."
"I will come out as soon as possible and help you avenge Liu Ruochuan!"
Qi Tian was silent for a moment. For him, avenging Liu Ruochuan was the most important thing, but Zhou Shu had just helped him out of trouble.
"Okay!"
He didn't hesitate for long before he nodded and said.