"Divine war, real divine war! How many years has there been no such divine war?"

In a towering building in the United States, a tall, blond man stared out the window, and in those blue eyes, his eyes did not move in the slightest, as if he had penetrated the void and reached the other side of the sky.

In the mind of the blonde man. Qin Lang's green light and the figure of a sincere monk were perfectly reflected, and he could see clearly across the ocean.

"It seems that the battle between me and Luo Tiancang back then was the last divine battle in recent decades, right?"

In a church in Western Europe, a cardinal archbishop dressed in a red monk's uniform sat in front of the icon, gently holding the cross in his hand, and his eyes also saw through the boundaries of space and saw in the middle of the mountain.

In the distant ruins of ancient Rome, a statue of a knight who has gone through the baptism of time suddenly turned his eyeballs. At the head of the statue, a tall knight shook its head.

"Divine War? Hundreds of years have passed, and new gods have been born on the earth, isn't it that a new era is about to begin?"

"Let's take a look at the two sides of this divine war first, what is the way of origin!"

The head of the statue, with its countless stones, twisted as if it had come to life, as if to check something.

In the ruins of ancient Babylon and in the temples of ancient India, there are gods and spirits watching this battle far away in the East.

The status of these gods is very high. It will not be easy to start a divine war, but no one expected that Qin Lang, in just a few months, defeated the sea god Naga in the nameless Iceland, blocked the infinite thunder tribulation at the top of the Badaling Mountains, and now fought with the sincere monk in the Deshan Pass, these three battles can be called divine wars.

Naga, the god of the sea, did not know much, and was forcibly suppressed by the Japanese State in the battle of the inner harbor, but he helped Ren Wuji resist the thunderstorm. It was watched by tens of thousands of people, and now the battle at Deshan Pass has also attracted the attention of the whole world.

"Hahaha, Qin Changkong, you kill my disciple, dare to fight me as a grandmaster, but you don't know the real difference between a grandmaster and a god, Lao Wei will let you know what a real god-level powerhouse is!"

Thousands of sincere monks incarnated, pinched out thousands of different legal decisions, and slapped at Qin Lang head-on.

Prior to this, although the sincere monk had made many moves, none of them were as fierce as the power of this time.

These thousands of phantoms swooped down from the sky, and the momentum was monstrous, as if tens of thousands of troops were moving forward, which was extremely shocking.

"Do you think you're a god-level?

Qin Lang's figure was incomparably tall like a demon god, and with a little bit of his eyebrows, a heavenly river sprayed out of the void and rolled down.

is different from Tongtianhe in an ordinary body, Qin Lang in the state of a demon god. This river rolls in, as if the river bursts its banks, and instantly covers the entire Deshan Pass.

The thousands of incarnations of the sincere monk are like thousands of bodies falling into the water in this ocean-like heavenly river, and the small ones can't be smaller.

"Oh my God. What kind of secret art is this, and how can it be so powerful?"

Countless spectators were dumbfounded, not knowing the origin of this heavenly river.

What they knew was nothing more than a weakened version of Qin Lang's previous supernatural secret technique, which they had only discovered at this moment. Once Qin Lang revealed his divine body, the secret technique he used was several times more powerful than before, and the thousands of figures of the sincere monk were scattered in the blink of an eye.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect of sincere monks is in front of Qin Lang's secret art of Tongtian. Once they were defeated, they were slaughtered.

"Tough enough!"

The sincere monk knew that he had met a real old enemy, and his eyes were all dignified.

"Step by step!"

The great monk stepped on the feet wildly, and the white lotus flowers rose, supporting the body of the sincere monk at the feet of the sincere monk and slowly rising into the air, floating on the Tongtian River, allowing the torrent to roll, not hurting it in the slightest.

"Hmph. It's just a little extra-legal!

Qin Lang looked at the figure floating in the river waves, and the cold popsicle in his hand skyrocketed, like a giant pillar of optimus, and he shot it in the air, with a posture of wanting to shoot the sincere monk into meat paste.

The fat body of the sincere monk is like a slightly larger ant on the head of the cold ice lolly, but the strong wind brought by the tip of the stick is full of the sincere monk's robes hunting sound, sticking to the body of the sincere monk, as if he is about to leave him at any time.

The sincere monk looked frightened, and then wanted to dodge, but there were shadows of cold popsicles on all sides, and he had no choice but to support the internal strength of his whole body and resist this stick.

'Puff ......'

The sincere monk who had just stepped on the white lotus on the surface of the river was slapped into the river by Qin Lang like a ball, and the white lotus under his feet was also broken by Qin Lang with a stick and dissipated into the air.

'Whoa......'

Qin Lang twitched the ice lolly again, stirring a huge wave in the Tongtian River, and when he lifted the stick, a huge wave took off with the cold ice lolly, pulling out a fat figure.

"Whoosh......"

The sincere monk flew up, his face was already bruised and swollen, turned into a streamer, and fled into the distance.

"Want to run?"

Qin Lang held the cold popsicle with one hand and shook it forward, and the cold popsicle came out of his hand, brushing the surface of the river and chasing after the sincere monk, like a 10,000-ton giant ship chasing a fat fish.

"I'm waiting for you to do this!"

The sincere monk was in front of him, and when he saw Qin Lang's cold popsicle out of his hand, he turned around suddenly, let go of one end of the cold popsicle, jumped over, and stepped on the body of the cold popsicle. At the same time, his whole body trembled, and he shouted: "I am the king of the Boxer, and thousands of Boxer souls have given me strength, this punch is called the Boxer, and you take my punch." ”

As the sincere monk stepped on the stick and rushed wildly, his fists became bigger and bigger, and the internal force gathered up became more and more, and the punch that condensed the power of the thousands of dead soldiers of the Boxer came to his face, and even Qin Lang was a little more dignified.

"With the power of the group, you are trying to break my divine body, you are too underestimate me!"

"Magical Secret Technique, Heaven-Shaking Gold - Open!"

Qin Lang pointed to his arm, and a golden long sword leisurely pierced out, colliding fiercely with the fist of the sincere monk.

'......Boom'

The qi waves generated by the golden light masterpiece lifted the water waves on the river surface several zhang high, and the water surface of the Tongtian River was separated from the middle by this fist and sword, and the entire Deshan shook with it!

This force that destroyed the city and the earth almost shattered the entire Deshan Mountain.

The smoke and dust dissipated, the golden sword collapsed on the spot, and one of the arms of the sincere monk had been shattered by the golden sword, turning into countless pieces of minced meat.

For god-level powerhouses. Losing an arm is nothing and can be recovered quickly.

However, the wound that was cut by the secret technique of the supernatural power was full of destructive power, and no matter how the sincere monk urged the divine power, he could not recover the slightest.

"You demon monk, dare to set foot on my Deshan Mountain and kill the civilians of my Liucheng, you deserve death. ”

Qin Lang shouted violently, grabbed it with his big hand in the air, grabbed the other intact arm of the sincere monk, and shook it suddenly.

'Boom ......'

The body of the sincere monk was thrown like a lump of stones by Qin Lang, and he was thrown directly into the mountain nest, hitting a huge crater on the top of Deshan Mountain, and disappeared.

"That's it? This old monk didn't have to be beaten! He was killed in just two hits!"

Countless people looked stupidly at the big hole on the top of Deshan Mountain, feeling that the excitement had just begun.

"Hmph, god-level powerhouse, where is it so easy to die. ”

Someone still said it with illusions.

But soon, he shut up.

I saw Qin Lang's tall figure make a move with one hand, and once again summoned the cold ice stick into his hand, and poked it directly along the big hole that the sincere monk had just smashed out!

"Nima, is this going to be mashed into meat?"

Some people can't bear to look at it anymore, but they are curious about the final result and hold on!

"If you destroy my mountain roots, I will let you become the nourishment of my array spirit!"

Qin Lang shouted angrily, and the cold ice stick stabbed down fiercely, lifted it again, and slammed it down again.

"Damn, that's too violent, isn't it?"

"It's crazy that it's not human!"

"Nonsense, they are gods, real gods!"

'Bang bang bang ......'

Qin Lang hammered down again and again, and with each hammer, the earth shook for a minute, and after another hammer, the ground shook again.

In the whole Deshan Mountain, all I heard was the sound of hammering 'dong dong'.

After several times in a row, Qin Lang pulled out the cold ice lolly, and all everyone saw was the blood stains and minced meat at the bottom of the stick, and nothing else!