Zheng Haixianjun instantly felt that the thunder and lightning struck by the opponent was very terrifying.
The old guy Zheng Haixianjun is a powerful immortal king. He has never seen any powerful thunder and lightning, but the thunder and lightning struck by Tang Yi made Zheng Haixianjun feel a creepy aura of death.
This made Zheng Hai feel alarmed. While he quickly retreated, he frantically used dozens more magic weapons.
"Boom...click..." A series of earth-shaking violent explosions came, and Tang Yi's blue lightning struck Zheng Haixianjun's magic weapon.
"Crack..." The heart-stopping sound of the magic weapon breaking resounded throughout the sky.
"Puff puff..." Zheng Haixianjun's magical weapons were blown into pieces one by one like glass and porcelain that had been hit.
"Pfft..." Every magic weapon was connected to the master's mind. Zheng Haixianjun's magic weapons were all chopped into pieces, which shocked his mind so much that Zheng Haixianjun's throat became salty and he opened his mouth to spit out a few mouthfuls of dirty blood.
"Ah... retreat quickly." Master Zheng Haixian understood now that he was no match for this person, so he turned around and ran away.
However, Tang Yi is the cultivator with the highest cultivation talent in the world of true spirits. His skill has reached the realm of the Holy Emperor, and is only one level behind Gao Peng.
Lord Zheng Haixian wanted to escape, but there was no hope at all.
"Death..." Tang Yi roared, and the terrifying Holy Emperor's big hand made a harsh roar, turned into a huge five-fingered mountain, and smashed down like lightning.
"Hiss..." Wherever the huge Holy Emperor's palm passed, the space exploded into terrifying cracks.
The powerful pressure of the Holy Emperor restrained Zheng Hai and several Immortal Lords beside him.
"Ah... you are a Holy Emperor... spare your life." Zheng Haixianjun screamed, struggling desperately and begging for mercy.
Now is the critical moment for the decisive battle between the two parties. Either you die or I die!
Tang Yi simply ignored Zheng Hai's plea for mercy.
"Puff..." Tang Yi's Holy Emperor True Essence struck hard on the bodies of Immortal Lord Zheng Hai and several other Immortal Lords.
"Crack..." Zheng Haixianjun's body-protecting fairy light exploded instantly, and their bodies were directly chopped into pieces.
"Kill..." Tang Yi rushed forward with a torrent of thunder and lightning.
The third team's golden-armored God of War, Torrent, has the most powerful aura of the gold element. The powerful sword aura criss-crosses, frantically cutting through the men and horses of the Haotian Palace.
The fourth team's golden armor torrent was a dazzling light attack. The dazzling divine light was like the rising sun. With a flash of divine light, thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals were turned into ashes in an instant.
The golden armored torrent of the fifth team was a wind-based attack. Terrifying hurricanes and tornadoes, mixed with countless wind blades, wind knives, and phoenix spears, rolled towards Emperor Haotian's army.
"Puff puff..." Pieces of the bodies of the heavenly soldiers and generals were cut off.
These five golden torrents of steel are like five huge chariot harvesters, harvesting life crazily.
After a few breaths, the entire Haotian Temple army began to fall into chaos.
No one has ever seen such a crazy and terrifying golden light torrent attack, it was simply a one-sided crushing attack.
In the blink of an eye, Haotian Temple's army lost one-third.
One third is nearly a million heavenly soldiers and generals.
"Oh my god... run away..."
"Where is this torrent of golden armor? There are too many golden-armored gods of war. If we don't escape, we will die."
"All the One Hundred and Eight Star Lords are dead, and Immortal Lord Zheng Hai and the others are also dead. I don't want to die."
"Hula la..." The heavenly soldiers and generals of Haotian Temple began to retreat and flee like the ebbing sea water.
"The heavenly soldiers and generals of Haotian Temple have retreated..." When all the gods and men in the God Realm saw that the heavenly soldiers and generals had begun to retreat, they were immediately excited and cheered.
This war has been going on for more than a million years. The gods in the divine world have been almost wiped out. There are tens of billions of gods and humans. So far, only more than two billion are left.
Now that the heavenly soldiers and generals were finally defeated, the people of the God Clan cheered and shed tears, and at the same time felt strong gratitude in their hearts.
Who is that young man? How come he has so many golden-armored war gods?
Emperor Gao and Princess Lan Qiong were also extremely surprised when they saw the people from Haotian Palace retreating and fleeing.
My father actually has 500,000 gold-armored war gods. This power is too powerful.
Behind Emperor Gao, the elders, god kings, saints, and gods who fought bloody battles all had victory smiles on their faces.
Finally got over it, parted the clouds and saw sunny days.
Emperor Gao shouted loudly: "The enemy is retreating, kill..."
"Rumble..." All the gods and men in the God Realm let out earth-shattering roars and shouts, rushing towards the retreating heavenly soldiers and generals like a tide.
"Whoosh..." Gao Peng moved out the three-headed dragon Hu Sheng, the five Pantian brothers, the five Feng Xuan brothers, and all the powerful men above the Immortal King level in the True Spirit World.
There are more than one million masters at the level of Immortal King or above in the True Spirit World.
As soon as these masters were moved out, their tyrannical aura stunned all the heavenly soldiers and generals.
Oh my god, where did so many masters come from?
"Kill me..." Gao Peng shouted loudly, took out the Zhantian Drum and the Zhantian Drumstick, and beat them hard.
"Dong dong dong..." The thunderous war drum resounded throughout the space.
"Kill..." A flood of masters rushed towards the escaping heavenly soldiers and generals.
The heavenly soldiers and generals who were fleeing for their lives were stunned when they heard the roar of the war drum.
"The sound of war drums is so familiar. I haven't heard this kind of war drums for millions of years. The last time I heard this sound of war drums was when we attacked the dark world two million years ago. At that time, Prince Chen Peng and Ju
Marshal Ling took command together and finally won the victory. Unfortunately, both the prince and Marshal Jiling were killed by traitors." Many of these heavenly soldiers and generals were the old troops of Gao Peng and Feng Baoer.
Now when they heard the familiar sound of war drums, their eyes became wet.
"Prince...Marshal Djinn...the war drum is back, where have you been?"
When Feng Baoer heard the cry of the heavenly soldiers and generals, she raised her hand and said: "Stop chasing!"
"Boom, boom..." There was a roar like the earth was shattering, and Feng Baoer appeared in the form of the giant spirit marshal who was ten thousand feet tall.
The entire Dharma statue radiates thousands of rays of rays of light, illuminating all directions.
Feng Baoer shouted loudly: "Marshal Giant Spirit is here, why don't my old troops surrender quickly?"
"Ah...Marshal Giant Spirit God...you are really back..."
"It's Marshal Djinn, are you resurrected?"
"I am your general, I am your vanguard..."
"Marshal, we finally see you again... please surrender to the giant marshal..."
When Feng Baoer's subordinates saw Feng Baoer's photo, they were immediately overjoyed and rushed over, shouting.
Gao Peng also couldn't bear the bloody killing. The heavenly soldiers and generals themselves were not guilty, they were all involuntarily.
Seeing that Feng Baoer stopped the killing in time and showed up to gather his old followers, Gao Peng admired Feng Baoer in his heart. This strange woman had a kind heart.
Gao Peng also shouted: "I am Chen Peng, the then crown prince, and my subordinates, please come and surrender." Friends who like this book can follow my personal WeChat public account "No Form and Emptiness", which is
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