Thousands of miles of glaciers, thousands of miles of snow.

The wind roared and flew, causing roars.

The sound is like a surge of shock waves, surging upwards layer by layer, leaping upwards layer by layer, until a height of ten thousand meters.

If you encounter the waves of sea water swaying, a huge shell floats with the wind.

At this time, twelve sacred powerhouses with different shapes stood on the shell, and each had a serial number engraved on their foreheads.

From 2 to 13, one for each person.

At this time, these divine war participants with serial numbers were concentrating on observing the battle on the distant ice field through a secret technique.

"You guys say, will that stupid bull lose?"

A strong man with a small body less than half a meter, with ordinary face and no traces on his face, but a green algae head. He swung the dark green knife in his hand and asked in a frivolous tone.

His forehead has a serial number of 4.

"It's hard to say."

Next to the strong man No. 4 is a strong man who is as big as thirty meters and has 8 on his forehead. He is carrying a huge round shield on his back, and a cute young girl is squatting on his shoulders.

The girl has purple hair, a height of 1.67 meters, and a serial number of 5 on her forehead.

"In fact, no matter whether they win or not, we must act quickly."

"You don't want a disruptor to gain the authority of the plane guardian, right?"

"It is agreed that the fight will not hurt the harmony until the end. If he comes up, you and I will be afraid that you will die, right?"

The owner of the shell is a white bead that is round and shining brightly. As the light is flashing, you can see a serial number of 11.

Perhaps it is the special life form that makes it care more about life and death. The powerful people around who participated in the magical war have not counted the winning or losing, but this existence is already thinking about how to live longer.

"Lao Zhu, don't worry, we will win."

A six-armed Naga, more than 60 meters tall, with a number of number 3 on his forehead. He sat next to Lao Zhu, lowering his huge head at this time, looking at Lao Zhu, who was only the size of his finger, with a confident tone.

"Of course you are confident. You have your brother behind you. Its serial number is one. This is the hottest hit of this god battle, but I don't have it!"

Lao Zhu's personality is obviously more anxious. After discussing three or five sentences, he was already a little anxious.

It is obvious that all the strong men around him noticed the dissatisfaction of the strong men No. 3 after Lao Zhu finished saying this.

"Okay, don't talk anymore."

An old man with a number 2 printed on his forehead was ordinary but had a long beard. His white and flawless hair and dark whiskers were very conspicuous.

The old man was two meters tall and was holding a huge folding fan in his hand. At this time, he spread the folding fan with a snap. When he opened a huge golden light, a huge golden bridge appeared out of thin air.

The strong men around watched the old man use his magic weapon, and the golden light in his eyes emerged, and they could not help but appear. After all, this was a golden bridge, and it was reflected in his pupils, which was a golden light.

"Lao Jin, where are you trying to let us go?"

The 5th-number purple-haired girl strongman tilted her head with a little confusion, a little confused, so what is the strongest person under 1?

"Everyone present is the representative of the most powerful tribe in this plane. There are god wars on land on land, so we do not participate. But the god wars in the sea and the god wars in the polar regions are our battlefield."

"If an outsider is disturbed, even if we can escape unscathed, are you willing?"

"It's been ten thousand years, Lord Guardian has protected this plane for ten thousand years. And our tribes under the sea are loyal. Now Lord Guardian has returned and has promised our loyal gifts, the position of the guardian of the plane to participate in the war."

"You are really going to watch him rise?"

"When will you wait for the time to take advantage of the situation?"

"Everyone is at the same time, and there is a god-level ice rhinoceros king underneath that god-level bear king. At this moment, you and I will attack together and take it down!"

"Will we clean up the outsiders and decide another winner by ourselves?"

The old man No. 2's speech was correct, and it stopped in the ears of the strong, like meeting a soulmate in the mountains and flowing water, which resonated with everyone in an instant.

Yes, why did our tribes work hard to follow the Guardian for nearly ten thousand years before they could participate in the battle for the authority of this plane guardian. He, an outsider, killed a waste, but was able to participate in it, and even tried to fight for the authority of the Guardian of the plane?

Why? Why do our tribes under the sea make them happy?

Not to mention those who came to the Orc Kingdom with serial numbers after 30, just say which one in the 30s is not a young talent in the sea tribe?

It was the useless monster fish that was easily killed, and it was also the most genius sanctuary of the three-headed fish clan of the seabed devil in ten thousand years. It took only eighty years to advance to the holy realm.

If the Naga clan had not produced No. 1, then it would be the most talented participant!

I never thought that the name of a genius was all false, but he was killed by outsiders in one battle, which completely lost all the face of the underwater tribe.

If it was me who played the game at the beginning, I would definitely be able to beat the messenger to look for his teeth.

"Read! No. 2 listen to you!"

The No. 4, who had first broken the silence, seemed very excited when he spoke. His excitement and his height were particularly contrasting among the group of powerful people in the holy realm. He was the shortest in the whole audience, but he was the shortest in performance.

It's no wonder that people always like to tease him, the Dwarf Little Four is passionate.

"I'll listen to you, too!"

"agree!"

"Address!"

….

No. 3, 5, 11 and 8 were successively spoken and agreed. Including No. 4 and No. 2 of the initiator at the beginning, there were still six strong people agreeing to attack.

The remaining six people are No. 6, No. 7, No. 9, No. 10, No. 12 and No. 13.

Among these people, No. 6 is a demon sea cucumber. She is soft and has talented and strong thorn magic. She can instantly become a powerful man like a diamond drill.

No. 7 is an abyss swordfish man with a sharp swordfish head. His talented magic is a magic weapon that can turn the sword on his head into real magic weapons, used for remote control of the enemy, which has a bit of the sword-controlling skills of Panda and Pandas on the Immortal Island.

No.9 is an octopus man with red body and a suction cup full of eight claws. The strongest magic is ink jet at night. It is said that once used, it can use the ink of law to spit on the enemy, allowing the enemy to be in absolute darkness. This darkness is absolute darkness, which can save the perception of the spirit and physical vision, and belongs to the black screen of the law.

Number 10 is a white-headed demon shark, flying in the air, and is one of the rare mutant monsters. The talented magic is the sucking of the sky, which can devour enemies twice as strong as one of them out of thin air. In terms of magical calculations.

No. 12 is a serious fishman with colorful dorsal fins, prominent eyes, and frog webbed harpoons. He has no talented magic, but he can use the unique clone combat skills of the fishman. He can transform into eight, and all clones have 95% of the combat power of the fishman's body.

When fighting this fishman, he was fighting against nine. The reason why the serial number was ranked twelve was because he was considering the merits when participating in the war, and the merits of the fishman clan were behind. Therefore, even if the strength of the twelve ranks among the top three of all the strong men on the field, his serial number could only be twelve.

No. 13 is a deep-sea blue jagged lobster, which is said to have a direct hatred relationship with the disruptor below. One of its near-sea Dragon King uncle seemed to have been killed and eaten by the one below recently.

If anyone among these twelve people hates the one below the most, it is the genius of the Blue Claw Lobster Clan. Its talented magic is the most common and unusual water control.

It is said that he can control billions of tons of sea water out of thin air, condense it together and condense it into heavy water, and press it on the enemy at one time. If the enemy is a strong man from the underwater tribe, he can still resist one or two, and if it is on land, he will basically die as soon as he is pressed.

"I agree!"

Nothing else was beyond that, while waiting for the seventh person to agree, No. 13 spoke.

Its speech is simple and powerful, and full of some kind of hatred.

This kind of hatred is very direct and obvious. In the eyes of the strong, they each reflect different emotions.

Like No. 6 and No. 11, which are also a group of undersea monsters, there is a bit sad and sad.

Other non-World Martial Clans under the sea are somewhat gloating, but on the surface they are all in the same hatred of the enemy.

No surprise, after the agreement on the Thirteenth, all the other participants voted in favor.

Although there is internal competition, outsiders come to disrupt the situation, so it is not competition but invasion.

There was one simplest truth in ancient times, that is, to unite a group, you only need to set up an external enemy.

Now a disturber who broke in appeared. The underwater ethnic group who were originally fighting in a tense manner have put down their hatred and started to join forces.

"Then let's go!"

"Go to the Golden Bridge, I'll send it to you."

"Eleventh, take the shell!"

As soon as the voting was completed, No. 2 couldn't wait to take the lead in jumping onto the Golden Bridge.

As soon as we got up here, everyone followed there one by one. The last one to go up the bridge was No. 11, who had his natural possessed magic treasure.

"Gongguang Golden Bridge, take me to fly."

"Go away!"

Everyone stood still in turn, and No. 2 shouted and recited his own spell.

In an instant, the golden light was generous and boundless magic power condensed, and it actually squeezed the space node at a height of ten thousand meters, broke through the space channel, and fell to five hundred meters above the ice field.

After they came here, they looked at the battle on the ground, and it was as clear as if they were within five meters of sight.

There was no words, no discussion on how to fight.

No. 8 jumped, pulled out the huge round shield behind him and pressed him under his feet, pressing a huge amount of air, and pressing hard towards Romney, who was preparing to attack the Ice Rhino King on the ground.

"The dog thief takes his life!"

With a angrily scolding, Romney, who had kicked the Ice Rhino King out dozens of wounds, was immediately diverted from his attention.

"Um?"

Before he could react, the other strong men on the Jinqiao used their special skills in turn.
To be continued...