The northwest line of Tianmiao Divine Mountain has been beaten into a mess.
Once the blood of the multi-armed secret demon came into contact with the blood of other gods, it was a big explosion that shattered the sky and the earth.
The fierce battle of millions of divine servants has shattered a section of the mountain range thousands of miles long, the underground rivers and leylines have been beaten to pieces, and there are earthquakes and springs everywhere, and the situation is like a disaster that destroys the world.
Tens of thousands of large and small points of light slowly rotated in the sky, and the middle and high-level gods of both sides were fighting desperately in their respective divine power fields.
Occasionally, a point of light would shatter, and a large amount of blood would spray out, and a broken body would struggle out of the point of light in embarrassment, staggering back to his camp.
The multi-armed secret demon clan was unprepared for the attack, and the number of middle and high-level gods present was more than twice as many as that of the Heavenly Temple, so they had an advantage in the battle in the field of divine power.
Often, the gods of the Temple were killed, while the multi-armed demons fled back with serious injuries.
Of course, there are also those extremely strong and ferocious Heavenly Temple gods, who fought a defeat and lost both, and both sides could only helplessly flee back to their own camp.
The plasma of the middle-level gods and high-level gods was sprinkled like cheap mountain spring water, and every drop of blood smashed the ground and shook the mountains for a while, and the mountain peaks were melted by the plasma, and the ground was washed out of huge depressions, as if countless meteorites had fallen from the sky, smashing the ground into a thousand holes.
Extremely far away, just north of the sacred mountain, in the midst of the ice and snow, an old man in a black robe with a clear face was sitting on a snow-capped mountain, his eyes slightly revealing a faint gray-white divine light, looking at the divine mountain from afar.
Several petite figures, apparently from the bodies of young girls, were carved behind him with countless delicate patterns, holding teapots, wine jugs, teacups, wine cups and other gadgets in their hands.
Dozens of meters away, three hundred people dressed in gray-and-white robes stood neatly.
An undead spirit with a dead breath in his eyes.
The aura on their bodies was restrained and unrevealed, and once the cold wind raging around them approached their bodies, it was like a blooming flower suddenly withering, and the cold wind disappeared.
There's no more power.
"It's wonderful, it's funny, so many people are fighting to the death.
It's so much fun," the old man gently stroked his hands, a thin blade pulsing flexibly between his fingers.
It's like a swimming fish, with a little cold light from time to time.
Taking a deep breath, the old man suddenly sneered: "I heard that I appeared in the Western Continent" A middle-aged man in a gray robe quietly stepped forward two steps: "Someone should be using your name" The old man sighed lightly.
Shook his head slightly: "Really, whose name is not good for them to pretend, you have to use my name, find that guy, I will make his bones into wine vessels."
Well, a complete set of wine vessels, I hope his god rank can be a little higher.
I don't want to use the inferior bones of those middle gods and high gods to make this set of treasures."
The gray robe bowed slightly, and then his body suddenly disintegrated into countless gray-white small pink butterflies, which flew into the air silently, and then flew lightly in the direction of the Western Continent.
The old man looked at the battlefield in the south with great attention.
Then he crooked his mouth dissatisfied: "A bunch of fools, fight, fight, you are all dead, and it will be my turn to monopolize this wonderful world." ” He coughed heavily, and a cloud of sticky black juice came out of his mouth, and the old man's body twitched violently.
His body twitched as he slumped into the snow, his joints twisted, his bones rubbing against each other, and the crisp roar of gold and iron continued.
His tendons were tightly entangled in his bones, strangling his internal organs like a monster python, and the indescribable pain made him speechless, and his soul almost collapsed.
Such indescribable pain lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it suddenly disappeared, and the old man lay on the ground stunned for a long time, then slowly exhaled, straightened up in embarrassment, and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Ah, the Hellscape Demon Ge Muzhen...
This is the curse condensed by the negative energy from the countless calamities of the past, what a terrible enemy, but I, Socrates, the Bone Carving Knife, was able to escape from your clutches, and I am also amazing, I really don't know if this terrible guy and his demon army have been wiped out or sealed."
"I hope you've been wiped out, I really don't want to meet you again, I definitely don't want to meet you again, damn guy, terrible guy, Metaverse, this is really the most terrifying existence in the world, Zhenhell Zhenmo Gemuzhen, you are just an inconspicuous leader of the core guard legion of the Metaverse, and you almost killed me, and made me miserable for so many years" Socrates, the real bone carving knife, gasped heavily, and then slowly sat up straight.
He threw his arms around a petite skeleton behind him, and kissed her deeply on the bony cheek.
Greedy and obsessed with this white body for a long time, Socrates let out a long breath: "That group of fools on the Continent of the Undead, has finally been eliminated, that evil fetus of all souls, can't be wiped out by those stupid little guys in vain Find a way to get him, that's a big thing." ” "By the way, we have to make a move too, after so many years of sleep and such a long torment, we must make our voices heard.
These stupid little creatures have forgotten my horrors, so let me awaken their memories" Socrates dropped the skeleton soldiers in his hand and slowly stood up: "For the existence of our undead family, what method can be used to heal the injuries on our bodies as soon as possible and restore our due strength?"
The undead gods in gray-and-white robes grinning at the same time.
Killing, endless killing, plundering the life and soul origin of others, replenishing their own consumption, this is the best medicine for the gods of their undead system.
"But, be careful, be careful," Socrates turned around and gestured to his subordinates with a gentle finger, "We've all been horribly hurt, and unlike those damn little ones, they've regained almost all of their strength in a long slumber, and they've been greatly strengthened with the help of that damn system of beliefs." ” "And we, we have not gained any recovery in the long sleep of the past, but have lost a lot of Origin Power.
So, we have to be cautious, we can't be careless.
Because the strength of some little guys is even stronger than what I am now" Socrates glanced to the south a little worriedly: , as if saying, Ashinu, this little guy, I almost made him into a vase back then, but now, his strength... ” With a cold snort, Socrates' body shook, and his entire body collapsed inward, accompanied by a sonorous roar, his body compressed into a bone knife more than a foot long, and in an instant, the air sank into the clouds in the sky.
With a bang, a long, extremely thin gap was made in the dark clouds high in the sky, and then the wind swept away, and the gap disappeared without a trace.
The other undead gods quickly fled with their own strange magic skills, and several skeleton soldiers also turned into green ghost fires, and followed Socrates into the sky.
Soon there was no trace left on this snow-capped mountain, except for Socrates' mouthful of pitch-black juice.
After about a quarter of an hour, a dark golden crow slowly flew from the sky.
The crow braved the cold wind and landed lightly on this snow-capped mountain.
The dark golden feathers squirmed rapidly for a while, and the crow slowly turned into a young man with a delicate face.
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Dressed in a large coat of dark golden feathers, he slowly walked to the puddle of black juice.
Kneeling on one knee beside the black juice, the young man stretched out his finger and dipped it in the juice, then carefully and carefully sitting.
He suddenly rose into a cloud of black smoke, and half of it was burned to ashes.
He bit down himself, spitting a small section of the rapidly melting bite to the ground, and took a few steps backwards as if he had seen a ghost.
The rapid growth of the burned, the young man turned embarrassed with a dagger, and chopped off his fingers, which were also slowly dissolving.
A speck of golden-red blood spilled into the snow, and the young man cursed in a embarrassed and angry whisper.
The sound of a light running came from a distance, and soon it was getting closer and closer, and it wasn't long before an extraordinary black unicorn pierced through the snow and wind to the top of the snowy mountain.
He tilted his head to look at the young man, and then suddenly laughed out loud: "It's still an old mistake, black-skinned crow, do you really think that if you have the talent to be able to recognize the attributes you measure, you won't suffer from sin?"
The monster laughed a few times, and the black unicorn snorted heavily: "How much hardship do you have to suffer to accept the lesson, every time you send anything to your mouth, you are really the greatest warrior among us, you are really not afraid of death" The new student rolled in his mouth for a while, and the young man snorted coldly: "In that war, there was any undead commander-level old immortal who was injured by the leader of the demon legion, and he appeared here just now, it was such an old undead who was still entangled by the demon's curse, and his power was more evil and ancient than other undead."
A black figure slowly walked out of the cold wind, and he snorted softly: "So there is only one person who meets this condition." ”。
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