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Chapter 1715 17.15 million Spirits(2/2)

At this time, waves of subtle muffled sounds continued to come down from high in the sky.

A series of ancient ornate round arches in the original style appeared one after another and opened. It was the first time he had seen the Door of All Souls!

Five fans.

Ten fans.

Twenty fans.

Fifty fans.

Even later, Yu Hong no longer counted how many gates of all spirits there were.

All he saw was that the sky was full of Gates of All Souls, so densely packed that they almost filled the entire field of vision.

"What on earth is going on!!?" He was completely confused.

Click.

Golden lightning flashed across the sky, and then more and more lightning flashed, illuminating everything and turning it into a golden color.

Within the Gate of All Spirits, golden-armored dragon-men rushed out one after another. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even more golden-armored dragon-men were all in three-eyed form.

They formed a military formation, with a Caijing Taoist behind him carrying a gold-rimmed round light, sitting in command, and white flags with simple symbols painted on them flew downwards one after another.

The golden army of spiritual disasters, like sea waves, descended from the sky ten thousand meters above the ground and crashed onto the earth below.

At the same time.

Huge golden arms stretched out from all the gates of all spirits at the same time.

The densely packed golden arms were all held together in one place, and then exploded into countless golden light spots with a bang.

A hundred-meter-tall pure white armored giant emerged from the light spot. It was holding a trident and its head was ignited with sky-high white flames, suspended in mid-air.

As soon as the armored giant appeared, majestic circles of terrifying mental pressure were released overwhelmingly in all directions.

Within a radius of ten kilometers.

The entire earth sank heavily in an instant, and a huge spherical mark was pressed out.

The warlocks on the ground below, together with the buildings, all sank together.

The horrible exaggerated mental stress affects distorted reality, which turns into a physical pressure over one ton. On the spot, several warlocks with poor constitutions were pale, and their body lights appeared on their bodies.

A small part of the warlock who did not have the aura of spiritual lighting was pressed on the spot and fell to the ground, constantly vomiting blood, the body quickly deformed, the bones were broken, and the flesh was slowly pressed into a stall of meat cake.

"I am the first spirit of the mountains."

The white armor giant helmet lit up the bright and deep golden eyes.

"Mortal, all things will eventually wither, but the immortal exists!"

Among the huge loud waves.

The first reaction of people reacted, grabbing Tao Tong around and turned to run.

Yu Hong swept the general value on the universal table, and directly pinched it.

This thing is useless, the opponent's spirit value exceeds the upper limit of the test, at least over 100 million.

Lian Zhe Jun, who had mastered the light, was caught in a word.

He no longer hesitated, turned around and ran.

‘This world. Absolutely abnormal!’

He had long felt that the warlocks in this world had problems. The techniques they mastered were mostly summoning the gods of heaven, but the back of the spiritual disaster seemed to be the fairy gods standing in heaven.

Is the two a system? If it is, why do the power warlocks of the heavenly court frequently borrow, will it not threaten this world?

Isn't the borrowing of every warlock, just the door of a small Wanling opened again and again?

He has always had this doubt.

And now watching the door of the Wanling, which was supposed to be completely closed, opened hundreds of thousands of thousands of people like children's drama.

He seems to understand in his heart

This world may be from the disaster, too close

Think of the evolution of the spiritual disaster before swallowing the human spiritual power before. This world may be the hunting ground of spiritual disaster. It comes to harvest every time.

Long Qingzi opened the door of Wanling.
Chapter completed!
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