"God's war, a real God's war! How many years has it been since there has been such a God's war?"
In a towering building in the United States, a tall, blond man with blue eyes stared out the window. His blue eyes did not move at all, as if they had penetrated the void and reached the other side of the sky.
In the mind of the blond man, Qin Lang's green light in the sky and the figure of the sincere monk were perfectly reflected, and he could see them clearly across the ocean.
"It seems that the battle between me and Luo Tiancang was the last divine battle in recent decades, right?"
In a church in Western Europe, a red archbishop wearing a red monk's uniform sat in front of the icon, holding the cross gently in his hand, and his eyes penetrated the boundaries of space and saw Deshan.
Among the distant ruins of ancient Rome, a knight statue that had experienced the baptism of time suddenly turned its eyes. On the head of the statue, a tall knight statue shook its head.
"God War? Hundreds of years have passed, and new gods have been born on the earth. Could it be that a new era is about to begin?"
"That's all, let's first see where the two sides of this divine battle come from!"
On the head of the statue, countless stones seemed to come alive, twisting and turning, as if they were looking at something.
Such a scene can be seen in the ruins of ancient Babylon and in the temples of ancient India. There are gods paying attention to this battle far away in the east.
The status of these gods is extremely high, and they will not easily start a divine war. However, no one expected that in just a few months since Qin Lang was born, he defeated the Sea God Naga in the nameless Iceland, blocked the Wuji Thunder Tribulation at the top of Badaling, and now he fought with
Monk Chengxin fought in the Deshan Col. These three battles can be called divine battles.
Not many people know about the battle of Poseidon Naga. The battle to sweep Wakkanai Port was forcibly suppressed by the Japanese, but it helped Ren Wuji resist the thunder disaster. That was watched by thousands of people. Now the battle at Deshan Col is also watched by the whole world.
s concern.
"Hahaha, Qin Changkong, you killed my disciple and dared to fight me as a master, but you don't know the real difference between a master and a god. Now I will let you know what a true god-level powerhouse is!"
Monk Chengxin had thousands of incarnations, created thousands of different methods, and shot Qin Lang head-on.
Prior to this, although Monk Chengxin had taken action many times, none of them were as powerful as this time.
Thousands of phantoms swooped down from the sky with overwhelming momentum, like tens of thousands of troops marching forward. It was extremely shocking.
"Do you think you are the only one who is god-level? Mystical power - Tongtianhe!"
Qin Lang's figure was as tall as a demon god. With his eyebrows a little bit apart, a stream of Milky Way sprayed out from the void and rolled down.
Different from the Tongtian River in the normal body, Qin Lang in the demon god state, the Tongtian River rolled in, like a river bursting its banks, covering the entire Deshan Col in an instant.
The thousands of incarnations of Monk Chengxin are like thousands of bodies falling into the water in this vast ocean-like Milky Way. They are as insignificant as they can be.
"Oh my God, what kind of secret technique is this? How can it be so powerful?"
Countless spectators were dumbfounded, not knowing the origin of the Tongtian River.
What they knew was just a weakened version of Qin Lang's previous magical powers and secrets. At this moment, they discovered that once Qin Lang showed his divine body, the secrets he used were many times more powerful than before. Thousands of sincere monks blinked in the blink of an eye.
In no time, it was washed to pieces.
The sincere monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong were defeated in the face of Qin Lang's secret technique and were slaughtered.
"Strong enough!"
Monk Chengxin knew that he had met his real enemy, and his eyes became more solemn than ever before.
"Lotus grows with each step!"
The great monk stepped on it wildly, and white lotuses rose up. Under the feet of the monk Chengxin, he supported the body of the monk and slowly rose into the air, floating on the Tongtian River. No matter how fast the rapids rolled, he could not be hurt at all.
"Hmph, it's just a little bit of extrajudicial magic! Look at the stick!"
Qin Lang looked at the figure floating in the waves of the river. The ice popsicle in his hand swelled up like a giant pillar. He took a picture from the air, as if he wanted to beat the sincere monk to a pulp.
Monk Chengxin's fat body looked like a slightly larger ant on the tip of the ice stick, but the strong wind brought by the tip of the stick made Monk Chengxin's robes rustle and cling to Monk Chengxin's chest.
His body seemed to be leaving him at any moment.
Monk Chengxin showed fear on his face, and tried to dodge again, but there were shadows of ice sticks in all directions. He had no choice but to use all his internal strength to resist the stick.
'Plop...'
The sincere monk who had just stepped on the white lotus on the river was knocked into the river by Qin Lang like a rubber ball. The white lotus under his feet was also smashed by Qin Lang's stick and dissipated in the air.
'Wow...'
Qin Lang twitched the ice stick again, stirring up a huge wave in the Tongtian River. When he lifted the stick, a huge wave soared into the sky along with the ice stick, pulling out a plump figure.
"Whoosh..."
Monk Chengxin jumped up, his face already bruised and swollen, turned into a stream of light, and ran away into the distance.
"Want to run?"
Qin Lang held the ice stick with one hand and shook it forward. The ice stick came out of his hand and chased Monk Chengxin across the river, pushing past like a giant ship chasing a fat fish.
"I'm just waiting for this move from you!"
Monk Chengxin was in front, and when he saw Qin Lang's ice stick letting go, he suddenly turned around, got rid of one end of the ice stick, jumped up, and stepped on the ice stick's body. At the same time, his whole body trembled, and he shouted: "I am for Yihe."
The King of Boxing, all the thousands of dead souls of the Yihe Fist have given me strength, this punch is called the Yihe Fist, please take my punch."
As Monk Chengxin rushed towards him on his stick, his fists became bigger and bigger, and more and more internal energy gathered together. A punch that condensed the power of thousands of dead soldiers in the Boxer of Boxing came towards his face, and even Qin Lang became solemn.
A few points.
"You are too underestimated for trying to break my divine body with your collective strength!"
Qin Lang pointed at his arm, and a long golden sword came out leisurely, and collided fiercely with Monk Chengxin's fist.
'boom……'
The air waves generated by the golden light raised the water waves on the river several feet high. The water surface of the Tongtian River was separated from the middle by the punches and swords, and the entire Deshan Mountain shook!
This power that destroyed the city and destroyed the land almost shattered the entire Deshan Mountain.
After the smoke and dust cleared, the golden sword collapsed on the spot, and one of Monk Chengxin's arms had been smashed into pieces by the golden sword and turned into countless pieces of meat.
For a god-level powerhouse, losing an arm is nothing, and it can be restored quickly.
However, the wounds cut by the magical power were full of destructive power, and no matter how much monk Chengxin activated his magical power, he could not recover even a single bit.
"You monster monk dares to set foot on my Deshan Mountain and kill the common people of Liucheng. You deserve death."
Qin Lang shouted loudly, grabbed the other intact arm of Monk Chengxin with his big hand, and swung it suddenly.
'Boom...'
Monk Chengxin's body was thrown like a stone by Qin Lang and was thrown directly into the mountain nest. He hit a huge pothole on the top of Deshan Mountain and disappeared.
"Is this the end? This old monk doesn't even need a beating! He was beaten to death in just two blows!"
Countless people stared blankly at the big hole punched out of the top of the mountain, feeling that the excitement was over just as it began.
"Hmph, how can a god-level powerhouse die so easily?"
Someone even said something with fantasy.
But soon, he shut his mouth.
I saw Qin Lang's tall figure making a move with one hand, calling the ice stick into his hand again, and poked it directly along the big hole that Monk Chengxin had just made!
"Nima, are you going to be pounded into a pulp?"
Some people couldn't bear to watch it any longer, but they were curious about the final result and insisted on reading it!
"You destroy my mountain roots, and I will make you the nourishment of my formation spirit!"
As Qin Lang shouted angrily, he pierced the ice stick hard, lifted it up again, and struck it down again.
"Holy shit, isn't this too violent?"
"It's so crazy that it's not human anymore!"
"Nonsense, they are gods, real gods!"
'Bang bang bang...'
Qin Lang hammered down again and again, like pounding garlic. Every time he hammered, the ground shook a little. With another hammer, the ground shook again.
Throughout Deshan, the sound of hammering could be heard all over the place.
After several times in a row, Qin Lang pulled out the ice stick, and what everyone saw was only the blood and minced meat on the bottom of the stick, and nothing else! (To be continued)