The God of Disaster laughed loudly, opened his mouth, and a black smoke directly swallowed the red lotus. Immediately, the legs of the God of Shit were stained with a black curse, and countless ferocious skeletons were densely covered in the black smoke, gnawing crazily.
Wet God's legs.
In the Shiva camp, which was more than ten miles away, a dull trombone sound suddenly sounded. A large group of alien magicians, like a bright cloud, rushed directly towards Zhang Cong and the others and pressed down. Before the bright cloud arrived, countless rays of light came,
Sword Gang, Fire Rain, and the iceberg have already smashed down.
The high priest raised his hands in the air with a long groan, and all the priests immediately raised their hands in the air, summoning the Altar of the God of Disaster. Countless bone altars broke out of the ground, and black light shot straight into the sky. A black smoke directly covered the area for more than ten miles.
In the God of Disaster camp, countless attacks fell into the black smoke and became silent again.
The priests waved their staffs, and countless alien beasts howled and rushed towards the alien mage's legion. At this time, in the black smoke in the sky, horse-drawn beasts emerged from the dark clouds, opened their huge mouths and shot out streams of green light.
Various curses rushed directly into the alien camp of the Shishen Cult.
Not all the alien mages who rushed over were high-level mages. As soon as those from Nascent Soul and below encountered the green light, they were directly cursed and suffered constant misfortunes. Some were flying when they were suddenly hit by a huge boulder thrown from the front, and some
He would suddenly vomit blood and then be hit in the stomach by a flying beast.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the alien team suffered casualties, and only a thousand or so people were left within the area of the altar.
At this time, the two great gods in the air had given up their fighting skills and directly engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Compared with the more complete body of the God of Disaster, the God of Shit's distracted lower realm obviously suffered a big loss. He was pinned down in the air by the God of Disaster several times.
Dun Lao's punches and kicks were flying, and his big blue face was bruised and swollen. Shi Shen was so angry that he howled and screamed, but there was nothing he could do.
At this time, the alien mages who rushed over had already reached the range where they could launch attacks. Although they were under the attack of countless altars, the powerful physique of the aliens simply ignored the death light curse of the altar, and they sacrificed their spells one after another.
Waving magical weapons and using various spells to attack, Zhang Cong's priest also began to die.
Zhang Cong thought, Qin Yu was the first to rush out, followed by Qin Lan, Qin Wudi and others. In the end, only Zhang Cong was left standing on a flying car, and even Qin Fu rushed into the battle group with a lantern.
middle.
As soon as the monks from the East took action, they immediately suppressed the offensive of the Yiren Mage. Although there were two Hedao True Immortals among the Yiren, there were four Hedao Divine Beasts among the Mara Divine Beasts at this time, completely entangled the two Hedao Divine Beasts.
Dao Yiren, the remaining half-step Hedao were no match for Qin Yu. Within a few rounds, Zhulong swallowed two of them, and the remaining ones were beaten to pieces by Qin Yu's distraction.
, Qin Lan and other masters will basically not suffer against the aliens of the same level. With the help of everyone's alien beast partners, almost everyone has defeated the alien mage.
Zhang Cong stared at the two Hedao strangers. Both of their dark blue bodies were more than a foot tall. Facing the attack of the four Hedao horse-drawn beasts, they remained calm. After offering their Dharma images, they still
From time to time, he could shoot out several powerful beams to attack the priests and Eastern monks not far away, causing a lot of trouble for the camp of the God of Disaster.
Zhang Cong laughed wildly, raised his hand and struck a stranger with a yellow beard with a thick sword. His body turned into a golden light and hit the eight-armed statue in the air like a meteor. Suddenly, he saw the huge statue beside him.
Several purple space cracks appeared, and before Zhang Cong's body could hit him, four of his eight arms were severed by space cutting.
Huangxu Yiren waved a black light with both hands towards Jian Gang, and then heard a loud bang, and his whole body was thrown into the sky. As the magician was injured, the Yiren mage howled and sprinkled the sky.
Before he could recover from the rain of blood, a big foot kicked him directly in the face. Zhang Cong stepped on the alien mage and hit the ground with a loud bang, making a big hole in the ground.
At this moment, a palpitating feeling suddenly came from Zhang Cong's back. Zhang Cong teleported and managed to avoid a dark iron thorn, but the iron thorn turned around and rushed towards him again.
Then Zhang Cong came over.
It didn't have any fancy moves, it just stabbed directly, but it imprisoned the entire world. The iron thorn was like a creature with memory. It didn't care about anyone and just stared at Zhang Cong.
Teleportation, continuous teleportation, Zhang Cong is really grateful to Xiaodie for her power of space. In the past, no matter how fast Zhang Cong's escape was, it would have been impossible to avoid the confinement of this space, but Xiaodie's teleportation could
He shuttled back and forth like a fish in this confinement, and the iron thorns scraped against his body several times in a row but failed.
The black iron thorns like maggots attached to the bones made Zhang Cong feel the threat of death for the first time. He had changed several sword styles in succession, including starry locks, heavy mountains, and plum blossoms, but these iron thorns had no effect.
It has no effect, no matter what obstacles it encounters, the iron thorn will pass through it, as if the iron thorn is an indestructible diamond, and it will not stop until it stabs Zhang Cong to death.
Soon Zhang Cong knew who the owner of this magic weapon was. It was the young stranger who was still fighting with the Mala beast. At this time, he still had a dark hammer in his hand, which had already combined the two.
The giant beast smashed it all over its body with bruises, which meant that the monster's incredible physical strength prevented it from being defeated.
Huang Xuyiren also jumped out of the pit at this time, brandishing a black scimitar, and rushed towards Zhang Cong desperately, and his red Dharma sign and the four arms that were cut off grew again.
He came out and was desperately resisting the attacks of the two Mala gods.
Zhang Cong was attacked from both sides at this time, and he couldn't help but feel furious. The Dao Dao Sword in his hand suddenly swiped in the air, and a dark crack directly came towards the yellow-bearded stranger. The golden light of his left index finger flashed, and he pointed directly at the Mara Divine Beast.
Fighting young strangers.
Zhang Cong really risked his life. Dao Jian directly asked Xiao Jin to swallow the yellow-bearded stranger, and with his left hand, he turned the sundial compass in the Time Star forward for more than ten grids, gathered a huge amount of time power, and pointed at that person.
Young stranger.
I saw that the young artist's face changed drastically. Before he could scream, the long red hair on his head suddenly turned yellow and scattered, and the blue skin that was originally strong and full of luster became shriveled and shriveled, especially
The face that was originally very young suddenly became withered and old like a skeleton.
Before he could scream out with his mouth wide open, he turned into a ball of flying ashes and was slapped away by God Mala. Before he could calm down, a lost soul flashed with his sword.
After passing through a golden light, the split soul was directly absorbed into the sword by Xiao Jin.
The strange iron thorn stopped three inches in front of Zhang Cong's forehead. Zhang Cong's cold sweat flowed down his forehead and all over his face. Until now, the murderous aura carried by the iron thorn mountain was still stabbing.
Zhang Cong had a splitting headache. The iron thorn, which had lost its spiritual support, was still floating in the air tenaciously and did not fall to the ground.
Zhang Cong grabbed the iron thorn with his hand with lingering fear, and then with a thought, he took the hammer that fell on the ground in front of him. The murderous aura brought by the two artifacts almost made Zhang Cong suffocate.
Zhang Cong put away the Taoist Sword, holding the hammer in one hand and the iron thorn in the other. Suddenly a monstrous murderous aura burst out from Zhang Cong. Zhang Cong was like a god of murder, and his eyes burst out with red anger.
Yan, looking up to the sky and roaring, went straight to the battlefield.
He was like a storm, sweeping across the entire battlefield. Wherever he passed, there was almost no stranger who was his enemy. Countless strangers were torn to pieces by Zhang Cong with hammers, prods and provocations.
Suddenly, a gentle radiance overflowed from Zhang Cong's eyebrows, covering Zhang Cong's whole body like a layer of silver liquid. The violent Zhang Cong gradually calmed down, and the red fire in his eyes gradually disappeared, becoming gradually clearer.
stand up.
At this time, the battlefield was completely quiet. Not only the priests and strangers on the battlefield stared blankly at Zhang Cong, but even the God of Disaster and the God of Shit in mid-air stopped fighting.
The God of Shit, whose face was bruised and swollen by the God of Disaster, showed an expression of disbelief: "Are you an Eastern monk? There are so many secrets hidden in your body. Not only can you perform space cutting, but you can also perform time reversal.
And you can actually resist the devil's temptation? Who are you?"
Zhang Cong looked at Shi Shen coldly: "The devil's bewitchment? Do you mean that the iron thorns and hammers in my hands belong to the devil? Why do they appear in the hands of your believers? And you, the so-called upper world immortal,
But God didn’t stop you at all? Are you and the demon god from outside the realm together?”
Shi Shen quickly shook his head: "Don't say such nonsense. I am the righteous god. Although I have not escaped from the world of color, I am still the god of the heavens. How can I associate with evil demons? Master Gray Dragon accidentally obtained the demon god from outside the realm.
The Black Demon Thorn and Falling Star Hammer, even my distractions could not suppress the increasingly strong demonic power in him, so I could only devote all my divine power to resist the demonic erosion.
In fact, I don’t even know what he will become in the end. Today he was turned into ashes by your time reversal, which may be the best relief for him. Otherwise, if there is a real magic change, even I will be infected.
Causative.
I'm very strange, who are you? Your divine palace is very strange, and there are so many upper-world artifacts and spirits to help you. If it weren't for your Eastern immortals who do not enter reincarnation, I would have doubted whether you were the reincarnation of someone
Great God.”
Zhang Cong chuckled: "You don't have to doubt that I am an Eastern monk, a very ordinary farmer. As for why we appeared in this foreign country, you'd better ask your disciples and grandchildren. They want to steal the time of my Donglong Empire."
The sacred sundial does not hesitate to release the remnant soul of the demon that was sealed by the Luo Shen clan. This is tantamount to putting the entire Donglong Continent to death. Is this also under the instructions of you, the God of Shit?"
