surnamed Wang

In the center of Shura, Bai Hao was surrounded by ancient gods, demons, and evil cultivators.

The black knife in the hands of the god of war was full of fierce flames, and he alone cooperated with the sun and moon wheel to force the god of killing to retreat steadily.

Seeing that the other party was invincible, the old man was swept away from the sulking of being bullied, and laughed presumptuously:
"Haha, Bai Hao, where did your aura go?"

The young man opposite had sharp eyes and remained silent.

At the back of the battlefield, the god of death finally looked at a group of monks with white faces on the opposite side, and then glanced at the big demon cultivators around him, grinning at the corner of his mouth, and shouted sharply:

"What are you doing in a daze, you are a giant, you can't even beat a group of beasts?"

In the distance, Yi Yang's expression changed when he heard the words, and just as he was about to speak to stop them, the two sides were already fighting together.

The spells were flying, and the sound of explosions and fighting was endless.

Zhong Ming mixed among the chaotic crowd, with a weird smile on his face, and from time to time he reached out to grab a ghost and put it in his sleeve.

"This shit stick." Yi Yang couldn't help cursing.

Others don't understand each other's purpose, but he knows it all too well.

Ten thousand years ago, the Spirit Extinguishing War could have ended in five days, but because this guy jumped repeatedly, the battle lasted for nearly a month.

……

At the beginning of the battle, the strength of the military god with the blessing of fighting spirit pressed against the holy spirit, and seriously injured one of them while he was off guard.

The battle continued, and Bai Hao, the god of killing, and Lu Feng, the god of war, also absorbed their needs from the battlefield. The strength of Mie Ling and Holy Spirit gradually became equal, and the battle entered a stalemate.

More and more people died, and the end Ming who had been collecting souls became the key.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he suddenly jumped back and joined the faction against the Holy Spirit.

The spirit-destroying army suffered heavy losses as a result, and everyone regarded him as a chess piece arranged in advance by the Holy Spirit.

When the army was retreating steadily, this guy turned around and jumped back. Before leaving, he did not forget to give the female holy spirit a heavy blow.

Several people really believed his nonsense, thinking that he was playing tricks on purpose, and did not pursue him.

Not long after, the Holy Spirit's side fell into a disadvantage again, and Zhongming played the second and fifth boy again without any accidents. Only then did everyone understand that this kid just wanted to muddy the water so that he could reap the benefits of the fisherman.

For such a shameless person, he should be killed first, but at this time, the god of death has absorbed too many souls of the strong, and his strength is far superior to that of the army god and the god of death. In addition, the two holy spirits are seriously injured, and no one can do anything to him.

For a while, the battlefield was divided into three forces: Mie Ling, Holy Spirit, and End Ming. Whichever side of the End Ming gang would have the upper hand.

When things got to an embarrassing situation, the more people died, the stronger Zhong Ming became. In the end, he simply moved Huang Quan out and put it on the battlefield with great fanfare.

In the later stage, the two sides suddenly stopped their movements by coincidence, and after looking at each other, they used the aura of primordial chaos in a tacit agreement.

The battlefield instantly returned to a state of chaos, and the momentum gained by everyone in the battle also returned to chaos, regardless of the god of war, the god of killing, the god of war, the god of death...

After the war, Zhongming was locked in the Asura Realm, and whenever the ancient gods talked about him, they would always spit to show their respect.

The current situation seems to have reappeared yesterday, Rao Yiyang is scheming, seeing it now he can't help but curse secretly "shameless".

……

As the battle continued, Yi Yang suddenly shouted, "The power of Yan Yang!"

The military god Youkang understood, and also growled in a low voice:

"The flames of war are everywhere!"

The two world forces collided with each other, but there was no deafening roar. They gradually merged and finally formed a new strange force.

This power is so hot that everything it passes instantly turns into ashes.

Compatible world powers, top-level spells that only some ancient gods can cast, the more compatible world powers, the stronger the power.

The Battle of Extinguishing Spirits was precisely because of the fusion and collision of the forces of the two ancient gods, the ancient gods were shattered, countless lives were devastated, and the holy spirit had no choice but to restart the world.

The second god of evil and the third god of goodness combined their forces to display their supernatural powers, and even Bai Hao didn't dare to resist.

He put away the spear and drove the white horse to fly upward into the void.

Seeing this, Youkang put away the black knife, looked up to the sky and said with a smile:
"Bai Hao, that's all."

Yi Yang couldn't help squinting at him, and uttered wild words at every turn, how did such a mindless person lead troops to fight?

Zhong Ming also noticed Bai Hao's departure. After thinking for a while, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly put away the group of pale blue ghosts in front of him, and fled here in a flash.

Not long after, there was a loud rumbling sound in the sky, and the thunder inside continued, like the wrath of the sky.

The gods stopped their movements and looked up. The gray clouds above quickly gathered here, and soon formed layers of tornadoes.

The gray cloud is brewing with astonishing coercion, and the color gradually turns black as it accumulates. The central blank area is like a big eye, quietly overlooking the bottom.

Yi Yang guessed something, and said with an ugly face:
"Could it be that he is mobilizing the power of a world?"

As soon as the words fell, Bai Hao's mighty words sounded in the air:
"I am the will of Shura, and what Shura reaches is the domain of killing gods."

Crimson thunderbolts fell from all directions, forming a thunder prison in an instant.

The monks covered with white paper inside the prison seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and they retreated in unison, returning to the suspended palace in mid-air. For a moment, only the spirit-killing army remained in the world.

At this time, a group of people just flew over from the sky. Seeing this battle, the leader stopped and his face began to hesitate.

"Master, shall we still go in?"

"Why do you go in, are you throwing yourself into a trap? Let's wait and see what happens."

No matter how loud the slogan before the battle is, when you witness the battle between the saints with your own eyes, you will also understand how small you are.

……

Faced with Bai Hao's "taking the boundary as the boundary", those big monsters and evil cultivators who are still relatively inexperienced felt withdrawn, and even a few ancient gods looked solemn.

Yi Yang took a step forward and said loudly:
"No matter how powerful Bai Hao is, he's just one person. I don't believe he can defeat all of us, and join me in fusing world power to reproduce the final battle of extermination."

"But we lost that battle back then." An untimely voice sounded.

Yi Yang heard the prestige and looked over, the one who spoke was a teenage girl, wearing emerald green dress, carved with powder and carved with jade, she looked like a beauty.

The man will not be paralyzed by the other party. The woman in front of him looks cute, but she is actually an old woman who is tens of thousands of years old. She likes to pretend to be a little girl, and her belly is not much worse than him.

Yi Yang said coldly:
"Ji Meng, if you are afraid, you can leave at any time."

"Gou Yang, I haven't seen you for thousands of years, and you are still so sanctimonious, you are not pleasing at all."

The man's handsome face twitched. In his life, he hated people calling him "dog yang" the most.

Seeing that she had offended the other party, the girl showed a bright smile, obediently shut up and stopped talking.

Yi Yang's face was like frost, he breathed out for a while, and said:

"Whoever wants to retreat can go now, if a fight drags him down for a while, don't blame the god for turning his face."

The thunder prison has not yet formed, and some people with low cultivation levels hesitated and turned away decisively.

A black figure in the crowd subconsciously touched the strangle marks on his wrist, thought for a moment, and also chose to leave.

The man was Di Xin. He accepted the black-headed flood dragon's proposal, allowing the other party to remove the restraint on his wrist and restore his cultivation to the realm of a holy immortal, but this was not enough for him to work hard.

Too many figures did not appear in this battle, and God knows what will happen afterwards.

Enduring the severe pain from the lightning strike, Di Xin rushed out of the cage, and, like everyone else, quickly moved away from the place of right and wrong.

... (end of this chapter)