Luck: With my centenary body, I suppress the heavens

Chapter 361

Chapter 361

These eighth-level legendary masters, demigod masters kept covering their ears with their hands.

Try to dampen these sound waves.

But it's all futile.

Blood continued to flow out of their eyes, nose and ears.

This is the horror of Soul Devouring Screaming Chicken.

Their strength has never been a single force.

It is an absolute advantage in numbers.

Plus a burst of sonic attacks.

Absolutely an enemy's nightmare.

This sonic attack lasted for about a minute.

The spirit devouring screaming chicken stopped screaming, returned to the screaming plain, and continued to devour the spirit valley.

"The number of screaming chickens is still a little less."

Even though Ning Feng said this, the smile in the corner of his eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

I saw a wave of waves attacking, and at least 1 Uraduan's race died.

Although there are more than 1, most of them are weak eighth-level legendary.

But the blow to morale and formation was huge.

"charge."

Niu Guli growled.

He even dared to set foot on the territory of the great Thunder God.

This is courting death.

The price must be paid with their blood.

With the charge of the dragon knight, the battle of gods officially kicked off.

In the air, Ural, Denise, and the Qinglong clan wantonly breathed out their dragon breath.

But all races that have air combat capabilities in Uradan will be controlled by the star rays of the Protoss clan.

Plus nearly 15 green bees.

Soon, the sky became the world of the Ural dragons.

Bechymos roared and rushed directly into the crowd of races on the opposite side.

"Give me the Dark Demon Ape."

Pu Duan roared angrily.

The three dark apes immediately fought with Bechymos.

It's just that Bechymos is a mythical creature.

But he only has the strength of a 4th turn demigod.

These three dark apes are all rank 6 demigods.

Facing the siege of the three dark apes, Bechymos directly fell into a disadvantage.

"damn it."

"Where's his Colorful Divine Phoenix?"

"Why don't you show up yet?"

Pu Duan looked at the battle below with gloomy eyes.

Although the races of Niu Guli can still gain the upper hand for the time being.

But rely on the advantage of numbers.

Uraduan's side will soon be reversed.

The main battlefield is still mythical creatures.

"Since you want to keep your hand, I want to see if you can still be as calm as you are now after killing Bechymos!"

Pu Duan snorted coldly.

The Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix did not appear on the stage. In his opinion, Ning Feng definitely had another conspiracy.

Little did they know, the Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix was in Nirvana, and could not participate in the battle at all.

"Bechymos fighting the three dark apes alone is already in danger."

"If there is no other helper, I am afraid that this battle of gods will not be easy to fight."

Ning Feng sighed.

Even so, he wasn't in a hurry.

Because, on another battlefield, the outcome of the battle is about to be decided.

"Go all out."

"The great god of thunder is calling us."

The eight-winged holy angel let out a low growl.

"Humph."

"A hypocritical and disgusting holy angel."

"Do you think you can get rid of both of us?"

"Sooner or later you will die under our fallen power."

The fallen angels with 7 turns and demigods at both ends showed strong self-confidence.

Today, they will join forces to behead a mythical creature.

This is true glory!

"is it?"

"Soul-locking circle, get out."

The pride of the eight-winged holy angel would not have used these true artifacts.

But now is the very moment.

The two soul-locking circles are real artifacts, and they were taken by surprise.

Directly bind the two six-winged fallen heavens.

They are struggling crazily.

The soul-locking circle is constantly trembling and deforming.

Originally, the power of the true artifact would not change even if they struggled.

But the power contained in it is too powerful, and the eight-winged angel cannot grasp it at all.

Therefore, Ning Feng directly sealed a large part of his power.

Even so, these two fallen angels will not be able to struggle for a while.

"Damn holy angel, you don't talk about martial arts!"

The sudden accident made the two fallen angels roar in horror.

Because the endless holy light has condensed on the holy sword of the holy angel.

"You two hit me one, but I didn't see you say the word Wude."

"It's strange, your true god is too weak, and you don't even have a true artifact."

"Now, accept the baptism of the Holy Light."

The holy sword in the hand of the eight-winged holy angel slowly fell.

"kindness?"

"An accident happened in Iceland?"

Pu Duan was concentrating on the battle in God's Domain, when suddenly his brows frowned.

The battle in God's Domain has been completely stabilized.

Although his [-] races are less than [-].

But the real situation has been reversed by him.

According to this trend, it is only a matter of time before he destroys Ning Feng.

It was just a sudden change that forced him to pay attention to the situation in Iceland.

It's just that when he saw it, he almost jumped up out of breath.

The two seraphim fallen angels were trapped tightly by two circles, unable to break free.

And the holy sword in the hand of the eight-winged holy angel has already been chopped off.

"damn it."

"True artifact!"

"This kid actually kept a hand."

Pu Duan was about to burst into tears.

In his angry eyes, the holy sword in the hand of the eight-winged holy angel fell down.

There was a scream.

Then it was filled with endless holy power.

When the light dissipated, the two fallen angels had disappeared without a trace.

Only two soul lock rings remained and fell to the ground.

After doing this, the eight-winged holy angel put away the soul-locking circle and rushed to the battlefield of the Qinglong holy beast.

With the addition of the eight-winged holy angels, these one hundred races began to perish in large numbers.

"Roar."

"Swamp giant wolf, the chance of a mythical creature, you are not as good as me."

"Now the gods you believe in are even worse than me."

"Accept death."

Ye Mengjiade's powerful snake body entangled the swamp giant wolf tightly.

A death gem was spat out from his mouth.

The death gem fell into the air, emitting a faint light.

The power of death began to spread towards the swamp giant wolf.

"Despicable Jormungandr."

The swamp giant wolf roared angrily and began to struggle frantically.

It's just that Ye Mengjiad entangled him tightly, and he couldn't break free at all.

The sharp wolf claws and strong teeth continuously created wounds on Yermungandr's body.

But Yemengard just wouldn't let go.

The endless power of death is constantly devouring the vitality of the swamp giant wolf.

The strength of his struggle continued to weaken.

In the end, it was crushed into pieces by Yemengard's terrifying entanglement power.

Losing the power to pull the two mythical creatures, the remaining races faced nothing but a massacre.

Soon, the place was full of corpses.

Endless blood even stained Iceland red.

"Damn it, damn it."

"Thousands of calculations, he actually has a real artifact!"

"Falling short of success, falling short of success!"

Puduan's heart was bleeding.

The two fallen angels are both rank 7 demigods, they are already high-level demigods.

This is all hard work and the accumulation of countless resources.

Unexpectedly, it was so lost.

"damn it."

"Kill me quickly, kill them all."

"Even if you kill them, you won't be able to rush out of that space!"

"As long as you hold them back, you still have only one way to die!"

Uradan has gone crazy.

The defeat in Iceland has already broken his mentality.

(End of this chapter)