Everything was completely different when the chants sounded.

The loud noises and roars on the battlefield seemed to be given substance, and under the control of the invisible hands, they burst, spread and stirred one after another.

It was obviously a fleeting scream, but the lingering sound was endless, and I wished I could surround the beam for three days. It was obviously a magnificent loud sound that caused the earth to crack, but before it could spread, it was pinched to death in the cradle. Only a thin mosquito and flies mosquitoes were submerged in the noise like the tide.

All sounds seem to have lost their original rules and shapes at this moment, and under the overlook of a certain pair of eyes, they change rapidly, grow, or are cruelly cut off.

Finally, it turned into an invisible sword.

The hymns belonging to the rancher fell apart under the shaking of this one after another, splitting into meaningless residual seals.

It seems that in the vast battle and struggle in the war, there is only the only main axis left between the entire world.

The only sound.

A song of praise that lingers on the wheel of light!

"presumptuous!"

The saint of hell roared violently, and in his empty pupils, scarlet flames burned violently.

Just under the siege of Tourel and Sipetotic, he suddenly turned around and looked at the huge wheel of light that was as mountain as Behemoth.

Huai Poetry!!!

And just on the flat side of the dog's head, the young man sitting cross-legged seemed to hear the call from afar and looked up slightly.

Then, he withdrew his gaze without any interest.

He whistled like this, picked up the whistling kettle, poured the hot water into the tea cup, and looked down at the appearance of the tea leaves floating in the water.

Finally, pick up the cup and sip it.

The smoke and blood in the wind taste the bitter fragrance of tea.

He clattered his mouth, frowned, and poured the tea into the wind.

Continue boiling water.

Humming a song and enjoying the 'landscape'.

It was obviously a war I took on, but now I am completely out of the matter, highlighting the calmness and leisure I spent money to hire someone to fight, why do I have to go on stage in person?

A third order?

Gift?

"This wave, this wave is the siege of the six major sects to attack Guangmingding."

He patted his knees, sighed, finally raised his arms and fist, shouting at his friendly forces: "Don't talk about the rules of the world with these evil demons and heretics. Everyone stands side by side, stands side by side!!!"

Now let alone the solidifiers in the abyss, even Kuafu couldn't help but want to hit his dog's head with a hammer!

In the roar of the tax officials, dust rose and the earth was in turmoil.

Among the large group fighting like a black tide, scarlet blood suddenly raised countless pale bones, piled up in one place, turning into a colossus with two heads and four arms hundreds of meters high, trampling on the dust under his feet and running towards Bethimos!

Good job, kill him!

Kill this bastard with one punch!

I don’t know how many friendly soldiers had such thoughts, but soon they realized that this grandson could not die. If he died, Bethimus’s source supply would be gone!

Now, on the entire battlefield, a large part of all the fifth-level squandered source materials are from Behemoth's wheels. Once Behemoth is damaged, everyone will be cut off from the Internet!

"I want to break my WIFI? Be your mother's dream!"

An angry roar rang out.

Just under the siege of the dwarf hunter in the Sea of ​​Thunder, Kuafu raised the golden fishing rod in his hand without looking back and threw it behind him.

The fishing rods made by the bronze and Longbo miracle of Shouyang Mountain rose in the wind and instantly crossed most of the battlefield. The thin line soared in the air like a bird under the guidance of the fishing hook, wrapped around the giant bones, and hung gently.

Immediately afterwards, the earth in a radius of one mile fell 60 cm. In the roar of the collapsed mountains, the huge giant statue was actually pulled by that line. With Kuafu dragging it, it involuntarily soared into the air and was dragged, and it drew a whirlpool on the battlefield. Wherever it passed, countless groups of people were thrown into the air like ants, and a deep crack was smashed into the place where it fell.

And just above the crack, the fire light gathered again, forming the burning outline of Agni again. Someone heard the fifth-level Indian curse.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been buried alive by his friendly troops!

But on the battlefield, the most powerful one was neither Kuafu nor the giant from the world from America, but the dazzling lightning that was wandering in the middle of the battlefield.

The thunder like the forest continued to pierce out from the clouds with the will of Yun Zhongjun, but it did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified in the air like substance, gradually forming a cage of destruction.

The sky drum is shaking and the thunderous sound is coming!

Countless rainfalls fall, and then turns into water vapor and rises up, forming a huge cycle again. Countless dead lives, broken souls, and even scattered source substances are also included in this cycle and gathered in Ying Fangzhou's hands!

Give all the people a contribution!

As Yun Zhongjun as the field-controlled auxiliary is so annoying.

Once the cycle is formed, then in his cycle, whether it is an enemy or a friend, willing or not, it is part of the cycle and will provide him with strength...

Just like once the Tiange of Huai Shi unfolds, all the dead souls on the entire battlefield will be forged into iron in the furnace. The larger the battlefield, the more people, the more chaotic it is. The dissipated source, miracles and disasters are, the more power it will flow into his hands in the end!

According to the original setting, he should support this force on friendly forces so that everyone will no longer have any potential.

But for Fangzhou... friendly forces? What kind of friendly forces?

I didn't see it!

As the first person to be the output of Tianwen Road, give way? It doesn’t exist!

You guys are ready, I'll do it!

Now, the thunder of six degrees of purified thunder gathered on the water of hatred, and was sprinkled freely. Wherever you passed, the sea of ​​blood collapsed, the tide torn apart, and the person who blocked it was invincible!

The destructive power nurtured by Yun Zhongjun's rank is almost above many fifth level!

And right in front of him, the demon who was bombarded by the water of hatred, fell into the sea of ​​blood again. But then, he rose again in an excited and crazy laughter. "That's it! Ying Fangzhou, that's it! Let me see more of your angry look, so it's so pleasant!"

Gala laughed wildly, with only a little bit of injury on the body covered with gold embellishments, without any damage at all!

In his hands, the King's Sword given by the Withered King shines brightly and blooms with a thousand evil lights.

That is a reward that is sufficient to compare with the rank of rulers!

As the guard and follower of the King of Withering and the leader of the Imperial Guard, during the long and long time, Gala made countless achievements for the destruction of the country. The King of Withering even descended [authoritarianism] as a reward, divided the territory of the destruction of the country, and promoted him to a member of the ruler.

But the devil scoffed at this heavy reward.

There is only one true ruler and the real emperor in the entire abyss, and there is nothing more than a fabler. This is his answer.

Is it because of this loyalty, but because of this stubbornness? No one knows the meaning of the laughter of the Withered King.

He just underestimated the gift of the crown aside and gave a sword as a reward for the loyal dog.

From that moment on, Gala became the 'hand of the destruction'.

Where the King's Sword is located, all the forces of the devastated army surrender in front of this sword blade, offering souls, body, blood and bones, and even everything.

Even other rulers who belong to the destruction of the country...

This is the real sword of ten thousand troops. Holding this sword will allow you to mobilize the power of the legion and large groups without limit and integrate with yourself.

Now, Gala has become the embodiment of the destruction of the country!

With this force so recklessly venting, even the friendly forces didn't care at all. They even crushed the worms and monsters that rushed up to get in the way, just to make a more refreshing battle!

The storm rose from the ground under the slash of the sharp blade, turned into a tornado, rose to the sky against the lightning, wandering freely, rolling up a large amount of blood and corpses, decorating this stage of war.

The blood and the lightning collided violently.

Yun Zhongjun snorted coldly, the light in his hand was turbulent, and signs of collapse appeared faintly, but soon, the lightning condensed again, and since it turned purely white and turned black, it had evolved three degrees. Now, there was no more outline of thunder in his hand, only a strange halo.

Nine degrees of purification!

"Come again!"

The sky roared, and the lightning light descended!.

Not just fighting in the heart of hell.

Neither the present chess players nor the leaders of various genealogies allow such precious opportunities to be wasted. Just when most of the power in the abyss is involved in another place, the fierce attack on the enemy-we-border border is launched again!

Although the two-day preparations are not enough to form a decisive advantage in a short period of time, with the sudden launch at this moment, the front has begun to move forward.

Above the sky, miracles were engraved and violently bombarded by Fusang, and countless wood charming people had torn apart the Rashomon defense line that was set up by the Golden Dawn at the forefront.

A large number of large groups drove straight in, pushing forward with terrifying efficiency under various spells such as shrinking ground and transfer.

Just on the Eastern Front, after four consecutive ranches were removed, the fasting circle of the Land of Blessings was in danger.

In the pure white smoke burned by the holy oil, the knights from the Russian Federation roared and shouted, wearing heavy armor, and the giant horses under their crotch neighed, coming and going from countless raised monsters.

It was like an invisible plow shoveled from the sky, plowing blood and death. Wherever it passed, a deep crack was carved out in the dark tide.

Go straight forward!

From one end of the battlefield, chisel it to the other end, then turn around and do it again!

When hosts gather together, the knights blessed by the Holy Spirit merge into one, sharing the same soul, the same miracle, and the same blessing.

The badge of the Malta Cross is like a hawk, waving in the smoke of gunpowder!
To be continued...