"Boom!"
The army of gods is passing through the border like locusts,
Wherever it passes, all matter is completely destroyed, withered, and disappears...
Their aura is overwhelming, their faces are full of coldness, they are suspended in mid-air, like gods, looking down at many human cultivators. This is an indescribable and unknown terror!
The fear in their bones made everyone present almost suffocate!
"More than 10,000 years have passed, and those cultivators who retreated to the spiritual world now have only three or two kittens left?"
A strong man from the God Clan said calmly.
The speaker was a blond man,
His hair is as bright as gold, and the twelve wings behind him materialize and flap slowly. The white-gold feathers are like steel needles, exuding a penetrating luster...
He is so strong, like a scorching sun, hot and dazzling,
Behind him stood tens of thousands of winged creatures like him, with six wings, eight wings, ten wings, and even twelve wings, there were more than a dozen!
These are all powerful men from the Angel God Clan,
He showed unparalleled confidence and arrogance as soon as he came up, and many human cultivators present were secretly shocked!
"It's not about having many soldiers, it's about being strong! Now our two tribes, humans and gods, are joining forces to wipe out the Land of the Undead. Please don't show off your power with words!"
Situ Wunian responded coldly.
The sound is like thunder, roaring in the ears,
A mist representing the "power" of the human race emerged from above and turned into a five-clawed divine dragon. Dragon roars were heard like war drums to enhance the momentum of the human race!
"Who is showing off the power of words?"
A man wearing black armor spoke domineeringly. His pupils were pitch black and bottomless, like the deep black sea. Occasionally, there was a ray of white light flashing, which was strange and terrifying!
This is Demon Zhan, the leader of the Demon Clan!
Behind him were also many powerful men from the Demon God Clan,
Among them, Lin Feng even saw several familiar people.
Moli, who has a close relationship with him, is actually among them!
It’s just that Mo Li is no longer clamoring to eat his chicken every day like before.
She doesn't know what she has been through, her purple hair is flying, her eyes are purple, her skin is as white as snow, and her porcelain doll-like face is full of coldness and ruthlessness!
She saw Lin Feng, but his expression was calm and unchanged...
"I thought you humans in the spirit world are pretty good now, but now it seems to be average. Could it be that there are still many strong people who haven't appeared yet?"
A cold voice sounded!
A strange creature shrouded in black energy appeared.
This is the leader of the Darkin Protoss. He comes and goes without a trace, like a ghost or an undead. He is a natural assassin, and his killing ability is extremely terrifying.
"Huhuhu~"
The smelly sea breeze blew everyone's hair,
There was actually sea water rolling in the void, setting off a tsunami that seemed to submerge the whole world!
The creatures of the Poseidon clan are showing their power!
They hold tridents, their hair is dark blue, and their body scales are hard and shimmering with a cold sheen.
There are also some who are like the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in mythology, but they are not so funny, but give people an unparalleled sense of oppression...
The Angel God Clan, the Demon God Clan, the Dark God Clan, and the Poseidon God Clan were all the God Clan that had conflicts with Lin Feng before, and now they all spoke out.
In addition to these four tribes,
There were also some other less familiar protoss who also spoke arrogantly,
Lin Feng listened briefly and said,
There are the Hades Clan, the Giant Spirit Clan, the Vulcan Clan, etc...
Seeing this scene,
Many human cultivators in the field were calm on the surface, but in fact, there was a turbulent wave in their hearts...
How does this compare?
Just looking at it from the surface,
The strength of both sides is not at the same level!
Each type of protoss has more or less one or two type three powerhouses sitting in charge. With so many protoss gathered together, there are double digits of type three powerhouses alone!
And there are only three of them on their side!
"Is this the strength of the human race in the spiritual world today? It's really unsightly!"
The blond man spoke again.
His tone was strange and contemptuous, with a hint of murderous intent in it.
"I don't want to hear this anymore! Since both parties are cooperating, don't say it in a dirty word!"
Master Lingyun’s expression did not change.
As a witness to ancient catastrophes, how could he be frightened by such a scene?
"Cooperation must be based on the premise that both parties have similar strengths, but your current strength is too rubbish! Why should we cooperate with you?"
The demon war is cruel and ruthless.
"Then what do you mean? It was you who sent people to express your intention to join forces, and now you are saying this?"
Ni Tianhai, the leader of Beishan Sect, asked coldly.
"Two options. First, continue to call people over. At least ten more strong people of category three or above will come, so that both sides will have equal strength..."
Mo Zhan spoke slowly.
As soon as this statement came out,
There was an uproar on the human side.
Ten more strong men of category three or above?
This is not realistic at all!
The human race does have so many strong men, but no one can easily mobilize such a level of power.
If these great powers were willing to come, they would have come long ago. Do they still need to call?
This is also the current situation of the human race!
There are only a few people who understand racial justice, and most of them work in their own way, with an attitude of sweeping away the troubles...
"What about the second option?"
Master Lingyun asked with a frown.
"Second, it's up to you to prove your strength! If it's true as you said, a soldier's strength depends on his strength, not his quantity! Then it's easy to say anything..."
The corner of Mo Zhan's mouth turned into a cruel arc.
"more specific!"
"It's very simple, hold a few duels! Call on the strongest Category One, Category Two, and Category Three Tribulation Powerhouses among you to face off against the people we send!"
"There is no limit to the number of trials in each realm, until one party completely admits defeat!"
"Win two out of three realms, you only need to win two realms!"
Mo Zhan quickly explained the rules clearly.
Hearing his words,
The human race suddenly started talking about it.
They are guessing the purpose of the gods doing this,
Is it really just a duel, or does it have other intentions?
"Other than that, what other requirements are there?"
Master Lingyun asked cautiously.
"There are no others. After all, we are here with sincerity!"
"Of course, there will be no mercy in a duel between masters. Life and death are normal! I hope you won't cry for father and mother when the time comes, and let us not go too far!"
Mo Zhan said with a joking expression.
Master Lingyun was shocked when he heard this.
There is no limit to the number of times in each realm, and there is no limit to life and death in each game...
The arrival of the Gods this time obviously has other intentions, and they want to test the depths of the human race...
But this is a conspiracy,
It's okay if they don't agree, otherwise the situation will be even worse now that the Gods are at odds with each other!
After Master Lingyun looked at Ni Tianhai and Situ Wunian for a few times, he nodded directly and said in a deep voice:
"According to what you said, after so many years, we would also like to know the depth of your divine race now..."
"Okay! Then let's not say more and start directly... Finish it early, conquer the Land of the Dead early, start the era of great unification, and restore the ancient glory!"
The smile on Mo Zhan's mouth became even crueler!
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