The perfect me is Yue Chan

Chapter 208 God’s Rain

However, Mr. Liu was extremely powerful and glowed all over. As soon as they had a fight, he tore off a piece of tiger skin, which was dripping with blood. It was very different from his usual sleepy appearance. At this time, he looked like a god of war.

It was like this in all directions. The war broke out and was extremely tragic. In addition, there was a group of outsiders who did not fight directly, but they were more powerful and protected the young members of their own clan. They rushed inward and entered the deepest part of Butian Pavilion, approaching the sacrifice. The place where the spirit dwells.

There were shouts of killing Zhentian inside and outside Butian Pavilion, and all living beings were attacking. To obtain this fate, both the Sutra Pavilion and the Spiritual Medicine Field were the main battlefields, stained red with blood.

"The Sutra Pavilion is empty, and the sutras have been moved away a long time ago. The high-ranking figures who hunted them must have secret sutras on their bodies!" roared a silver crocodile. It was dozens of feet long, with shiny silver scales all over its body. The light was brilliant, the body was swinging vigorously, the claws were tearing the earth, and the boulders were flying, just like an unparalleled demon king.

The disciples of Butian Pavilion were blocked, and many forces came to attack here. Now that they have taken action, they are destined to be enemies. The only way to destroy the Pure Land is to destroy them in a battle.

The wall collapsed and everyone pushed. All major races and countless creatures came to carve up the divine treasure of Butian Pavilion and loot it. Of course, there were also old enemies, such as Tuo, who had been opposed to Butian Pavilion since ancient times. The Bugu Family, Xiling Beast Mountain, etc. are even more fierce and ruthless in their attacks. The runes are all over the sky and they are pressing forward. They are bound to see the action.

"Too much bullying!" Lei Zumuyan's eyes turned red. He had already eliminated an old rival, and he was bleeding. He charged into the enemy group again. A thick bolt of lightning flew out, extremely dense, and fell. Entering the crowd, there was a roar, and the creatures with ferocious faces and from different races immediately screamed, and dozens of strong men were turned into charcoal.

With just one blow, the area was cleared, and all the creatures fell to the ground. Their bodies were completely black, their bones were broken and their muscles were broken, and their flesh and blood turned into paste.

"The old guy is so powerful, come together and kill him!" someone shouted.

Old Liu's body is declining, and it seems that his energy and spirit are about to dry up, but his physical body is so powerful, combined with the magic, it is indestructible.

However, what surprised him was that Liu Laopeng spread his wings and turned into a golden rain of light, disrupting the arrangement of the runes. He stepped out and shook the earth. The golden runes flickered, briefly causing the magic circle to collapse. Invalid.

The white tiger roared, the sound waves were like a vast ocean, and the runes rushed randomly, submerging the front. At the same time, he rushed forward, Geng metal energy filled the air, and it set up a killing array.

Fierce and domineering, Mu Yan was extremely powerful, charging through the crowd, rescuing the disciples trapped in the encirclement one by one, and allowing them to break out of the encirclement.

"Golden Roc Wings!" Bai Hu was startled and felt a chill in his abdomen, where blood was gurgling and he was almost cut in half by Golden Wings.

"Kill!" It roared, and took out a dozen silver war spears, which were made from tiger fangs. It was a terrifying treasure, turned into a dozen spears, and thrust forward, with a buzzing sound, Liu Laoheng Moving at an extremely fast speed, a pair of golden divine wings spread out, swirling around the runes all over the sky, and cut off more than a dozen Noble Phantasms with a click.

"On the road to becoming a saint in the physical body, you and the magic are the most powerful tools to rely on." Bai Hu was surprised. The opponent did not have a magic weapon, but it was even more terrifying.

On the other side, Mr. Liu went completely berserk and fought with a white tiger. His whole body glowed, golden runes appeared, a pair of wings spread out, splitting the heaven and earth, with a slight shock, the wind and thunder roared.

With a "buzz" sound, Mu Yan flew across the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck down. The man immediately exploded into pieces, turning into pieces of broken bones and rain of blood.

Liu Lao rushed forward, his whole body turned into golden yellow, including his fingers, like a human-shaped golden-winged roc rushing past, fighting fiercely with the white tiger, and turned into a ball of light.

In just a few moments, there were dozens of exchanges, and then they quickly separated.

"Pfft," the white tiger coughed up blood and roared to the sky, but in the end it fell down helplessly because its forehead bone cracked and finally exploded. Although Mu Yan and Liu Lao were powerful and had defeated a series of strong men, they still seemed a little weak among the endless enemies. There were too many people coming.

They fought in and out to rescue the besieged disciples. They were covered in blood. During the process, they also encountered several powerful enemies and were injured themselves.

Suddenly, a large amount of light rain fell from the nine sky, and it was extremely brilliant and beautiful.

"Here we come, the real great opportunity has arrived!" Many people cheered and were overjoyed, looking up to the sky and opening their arms to welcome the light rain.

Especially the ancient courtyard where the spirits were worshiped was crowded with people, and there were even many battles with them vying for advantageous positions.

If you look closely, you can find that the Yufeng brothers and sisters from the genius camp and some princes' children are here. They are disciples of Butian Pavilion, but now they are protected by their clansmen and have to come here to receive a baptism.

As early as a long time ago, many major forces had doubts. There were not many lives left to sacrifice the souls in Butian Pavilion, and all the tribes were plotting to seek a great opportunity.

"Kill..."

Obviously, the troops who were temporarily killed from outside lost the opportunity and could not get close to this place. It had already been occupied.

Conflicts naturally broke out, and creatures from all races took action. This place became a place of chaos. The princes and disciples who had entered the Pure Land earlier were not all here. They had seized the opportunity and took away some of the soil where the sacrificial spirits were rooted. Scattered in all directions, they attract light and rain from the sky.

"The divine vine is about to perish. This is its divine beauty. It is drawn from the earth and is destined to feed the earth back. It is taken back by the vast wilderness. This is a great opportunity."

People roared and their eyes were red. It is not easy to practice plant sacrifices to spirits. In order to rise, many of them made strong oaths at the beginning. Where did they come from and where did they go back? The earth nourished them. In the end, if they If you die, you will return as divine rain.

Obviously, the old vine could no longer hold on, and its shape was declining. There were leaves falling in the sky, and they were extremely withered and yellow, without any greenery, and even less vitality.

It suffered a heavy blow on the Nine Heavens, began to lose its essence, and would die completely at any time.

"Master Sacrifice the Spirit!" Everyone in Butian Pavilion cried loudly. The old vine that once protected them Wu Juanyue was about to die in battle, which was very sad.

"The rain of the gods, this is the rain of the gods, a supreme opportunity!" someone shouted.

"Kill." There was chaos inside and outside Butian Pavilion. Everyone rushed over madly, fighting for the light and rain, and wanted to be baptized.

The raindrops are falling, extremely sacred, crystal clear, like petals flying one after another, as if they are tainted with the breath of the gods. This is a great opportunity.

There are constant cries of killing here, and all the creatures are fighting decisively to seize advantageous positions. The strong men of each clan fight to kill, mainly for the younger generations of the clan, because these light rains are most effective for young people, although those who are too old can also get some benefits. , but far less obvious.

(End of this chapter)