Volume 1, Chapter 1025, God Chapter (2)

If it weren't for the back and forth of the hundreds of guerrilla squads, the ghost clan army could not be beaten and almost abandoned them for a day, I'm afraid the monks of these twenty-six teams would have to resist at the cost of burning their original primordials.

The reserve team came up, and there were hundreds of thousands of legions that had not yet been dispatched. They shouted loudly in front of Montenegro, and the mirror flashed continuously, as if they were about to come again.

The army of ghost clans began to collapse, from clues to large-scale retreat, and it was out of control. The thousands of torrents composed of countless tribes, now the clan members cannot find the clan elders, and the little ghosts and the big ghosts have become a farewell forever.

In the messy situation, fear was out of control. The ghost cultivator ran faster and faster, forming a broken tide, rushing to crowd away.

Of course, they wanted to receive the final "baptism", and the Immortal Legions were all over the place. The monks who were about to repair their vitality joined the attack again in this situation.

If you look down from the sky, dense beams of light form a spray of flames, raging in the wave of collapse, the attack range of the legion suddenly extends to the maximum distance, just as at the first battle.

"I, the cultivator Haoming, participated in the battle for more than 2.6 million. At the cost of losing 20% ​​to kill three or four million troops in the ghost world. Isn't it amazing?"

"God! Hahaha... Let's send this news back quickly, the battle will come to an end!"

The immortal spirit was pouring in like a tide. Deep in the cave and near the space node, two golden immortal cultivators laughed at each other after reading the latest battle report.

"Let other guys from the fairyland see. Without their full support, I, Haoming, can still shake the world."

"The legions of the other two nodes have long been divided into 600,000 in accordance with the instructions of Shengyuan Daojun. They came here two days ago to guard against reinforcements from the ghost world. It seems that they are not useful."

The two figures pounced forward, and at the disordered node, a circle suddenly lit up, bursting out the rhythm of the law, and a circle of ten feet large was opened in the two realms, allowing them to pass through calmly.

In the vast battlefield, there was no monk or legion, who chased the retreating ghost army, but instead began to shrink. On the way to assemble, he quickly searched for the spoils and then slowly retreated.

‘Fellow Daoist Xu Lan, you have experienced hard battles and have achieved amazing results repeatedly. You are not as tired as I am. Their magic power is so strong that I admire the old woman.’

In the sky of the first echelon, in the inner circle of a certain legion, four men and three women all looked at a thirty-year-old female cultivator and showed a look of surprise.

A sixty-year-old woman could not help but whisper aloof and grey hair when she recombed her scattered gray hair. The curiosity hidden deep in the corner of her eyes was as strong as the others.

They looked at a woman in a goose yellow dress. Even though she was tired, her face still had a little flush.

‘This… fellow Taoists laughed. It was because you made great efforts that the little woman was lucky enough to save some magic power. As early as the killing disaster came, I would find a way to condense my ascension magic power and get two treasures that temporarily store magic power.’

The woman named Xu Lan couldn't help but press her right hand against the golden purse on her waist. She smiled ashamedly, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted.

The golden brown purse, except for the embroidered blue stars and a golden river, is that two emerald green flowers are more special. Apart from the cool and shady feeling, there is no difference.

This woman naturally knew that this purse was a little use when she was in seclusion, and it was only of two thousand immortal stones.

But what is strange is that after more than ten days of the battle, there was always a good magic power from the sachet, which merged into her immortal body without any trace, and tightly tolerated her soul with a domineering attitude of being unable to refuse or resist.

During the repeated battles, as long as half of her mana was consumed, a piece of shade came from her sachet, like a quietly flowing sweet spring, constantly nourishing her, and the consumption and supply were summarized and maintained balance.

As soon as he responded to everyone's words, he naturally said half true and half false. He just waited until the end of the war, and would dismantle the sachet and study the source of magical energy carefully.

This woman didn't know that in the sachet, a soul was hidden here, always watching everything, reaching the vast sea of ​​stars and reaching the abyss of thousands of miles.

The Immortal World Legion began to assemble, and at the same time put away all the valuable things on the battlefield, and assembled them into a world-destroying army formation of more than 2 million people with the two forces in the sky and at high altitude.

‘Dongdongdongdong!Dong--!’

‘Woo--!Woo---!’

"Those who offend me, Haoming, will be punished even if they are far away!"

After the war drums and horns gathered together, they caused a sensation in the sky. The roars of monks almost broke through the sky and rushed forward like a tsunami.

The huge mirror surface illuminating the bright light and warmth suddenly flew in front of the cave, floating above the head of the huge army, piercing a beam of light through the void and projecting out to the faint interstellar interstellar that has hundreds of thousands of miles.

In the deep sky of 100,000 miles, a huge claw shadow was driving the surging dark aura, filling half of the world with dark sources, and then condensed into the huge black claws.

Abrupt black rainstorm landed inexplicably on the banks of the stars, and hurricanes were chaotic, and the sound of ghosts and wolves howling seemed to come from the underworld.

The giant claws shining with cold light covered three thousand miles, and the tips of the claws drew long cracks in the sky. The boiling black fluctuations swept through tens of thousands of miles of the sky.

The endless black waves covered up all the stars' brilliance, and the laws fluctuated like tides, completely destroying the golden immortals on the opposite side.

Standing thousands of miles away, he was a young man covered in silver. After scanning the battle situation below, he grinned at the darkness. The divine light burst out on his body, and a silver-patterned armor floated out in a flash, purifying the underworld within a hundred feet.

The next second, the young man ignored the giant claw he had taken, and instead sprayed out an aniseed lotus and bloomed, and disappeared with a slight flash.

The giant ghost hidden in the black was extremely angry and annoyed, but felt the void around him suddenly tightened, and there was inexplicably restraint and strong force on his head, causing his figure to become strangely stiff for a moment.

However, the ghost Lord then let out a scream, and the drastic change came from his feet. As he raised his head, Yinlian suddenly appeared, and Yinxia rolled up, melting most of the ghost's body, leaving only a fog ball as big as a bowl of mouth, wrapped in a **.

The huge black claws that were slapped also exploded with a bang, but the remaining power continued to be suppressed and was directly shattered by the young man's two fists.

"You... do you have the Xuanyin treasure?"

"No, it was the Taoist Lord from the Haoming Immortal Realm who gave me a wisp. It's really amazing!"

"I dare to destroy my ghost body. Today I will give you a tooth and let you taste the power of the 'Shadow of Crazy Nether'."
Chapter completed!