Time flew by, and soon it was three days later.

The Land of Divine War.

The warships of the human race were suspended in the air, standing above the land of divine warfare, and the battleships were full of qi refiners, some of whom may have just stepped into the threshold of cultivation, and some of them were already giants of the Fatian and even the True Spirit Realm, including Fengsheng and other divine powers, all of whom had also come to the land of divine warfare.

The entire human race has poured out, leaving not even a single strong man in the Sword Gate.

Fahey's original proposal was that he alone would be completely sufficient, but Fengshang didn't think so: "This huge war does not belong to you alone, and I can't watch you fight alone." ”

Three days ago, at the golden top of the Sword Gate, Fengshang sat on the threshold like this, his expression was not very solemn, he looked a little casual, one of his hands was on Fahai's shoulder, and the father and son sat side by side.

Then, he said softly: "Terran, not you alone, every member of it has paid silently for the rise of this race, there is no reason to let you participate alone in this life-and-death battle, while they can only nervously wait for the ending." ”

"Whether they are facing judgment or glory, at least, they must have experienced it themselves, so that they can leave no regrets. ”

After pondering deeply, Fahai felt that what Fengshang said made sense, so he set up barriers on all the Terran warships, at least to ensure that no god would attack them with a big bully.

Time back to the present, on the most gorgeous battleship, Fengsheng and Shui Zi'an and other old men stood on the bow of the ship, staring at the deserted ground below.

Feng Sheng suddenly glanced at Shui Zi'an, and said with a smile: "Why don't you go back......?" At most, it doesn't make much sense to drag a deity and stay. ”

The strength of the gods is not comparable to that of the real gods.

Because they are already dead, the remaining spirits can only exert their extraordinary power through the sacrifices of all beings, and now there are probably about three thousand gods in the ancestral star, and the number of sacrifices required to make all these gods exert their peak strength is an unimaginable number.

Ordinary psychic gods may not be able to cope with the previous god, but Shui Zi'an is not a weak person in the realm of psychic.

Even if he is not known for his combat strength, even if his light is mostly covered by the wind clothes, in today's Sword Gate, his strength is enough to rank in the top three!

When Shui Zi'an heard this, his face turned red, and he said angrily: "Everyone is in the Divine Realm, how much stronger are you than me? I can deal with a god, what about you?"

Fengshang smiled but did not speak......

In other aspects, he may not be as good as Shui Zi'an, but his combat power is ......

He is the sword god of the Sword Gate, although he has not yet cultivated to the primordial god pure yang, but that is only because he experienced too many bloody battles when he was young, and his foundation was consumed, and his old body was no longer enough to support him to break through the pure yang, even so, he was definitely not inferior to ordinary gods in terms of combat power.

This is the reason why all the nations are afraid of him.

And Shuizi Anqiang is making friends all over the world, with a wide range of contacts, raising his arms and calling, and responders gather. The energy he can drive alone is comparable to a holy place!

If you have to compete with the trend......

It's not bragging, let him think that he can hang up this old man who doesn't accept the old man with one hand!

In this battle, the opponent of the human race is the gods and demons of the entire ancestral star, and even if the strong people of some other races owe Shuizi An Tianda's favor, they will not confront their ancestors for this.

The crowd waited silently for the gods to come.

At this time, Shui Zi'an suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Senior brother, how many years have we not fought side by side like today?"

Feng Sheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes changed for a long time, and after a long time, he said leisurely: "It's been three hundred years, right? Three hundred years ago, you and I were both in the Fa Heaven realm, but we were chased and killed by a true spirit powerhouse. That time, the injury was not light, I recuperated for more than a year to recover from the injury, and you were in bed for three years. ”

Shui Zian laughed: "Yes, senior brother." Unexpectedly, we fought side by side again, and it turned out to be the gods and demons of the entire ancestral star. ”

Speaking of this, he teased: "Senior brother, maybe you have been lying down longer than me this time." ”

The remaining remnants of the older generation of the Terran laughed, "I'm old, what's there to compare with? After this battle, as long as I can lay a big territory for my future generations, it's worth lying down for a long time!"

"Hahahaha, yes, I didn't expect that when I was old, I could still break my wrists with the gods, and it was really in vain!"

While talking and laughing, the belated major god clans of the Western Wilderness finally entered, and the sacrifices of each clan were calm and solemn, and one altar after another was arranged in the land of divine warfare.

Some altars are very simple, made of logs to form a boxy shape, and in the center of the altar is a statue of a god, and incense is rising.

Other altars are extraordinarily gorgeous, carved dragons and phoenixes, made of gold and jade, and there are divine fires lit in all directions, and the shrines are placed on high platforms.

One by one, the gods were awakened from their slumber, and a mouthful of divine soldiers were revived under the sacrifice, and the entire land of divine warfare was filled with monstrous divine might, and the divine aura spread all over the wilderness, and the remnants of the divine power of the great migration in the past years have been entrenched in this divine war land for thousands of years, and they have not been extinguished.

The reason why there is no Protoss living in the Land of God War is also an important reason.

No matter which race, there is no certainty that the aftermath of the war will be wiped out, and even if it can, it will not be worth the loss, because the current land of the divine war has become a barren land, and it is not suitable for the race to live in at all.

What's the use of bothering to wipe out the aftermath of those supernatural powers? It's not in vain.

However, this is no longer the case.

There are too many resurrected gods, more than 10,000 years ago, and even if they don't deliberately take action, the divine power on their bodies alone can suppress those dangers and make this Jedi less dangerous.

How many gods are there in the Western Wilderness? No one knows.

Because, even if some of the gods are now in decline, and there are only one or two people left in the entire race, there may still be gods who are sheltering.

Raising his eyes and looking around, the breath of gods and divine soldiers was surging, and the divine aura spread from the white clouds on the sky for thousands of miles was scattered.

"Terran, since you have made up your mind...... Then I'll send you on your way!"

In front of an altar, a primordial god has almost begun to give birth to pure yang breath, and the white-robed priest who is about to enter the god shouted, and his voice is like thunder: "After today, there will be no human race above the ancestral star!"

Fahai stepped forward, tiptoed from the clouds, and slowly stepped into the land of divine warfare.

Just a hundred zhang away in front of him was the first altar, and there were thousands of god clan qi refiners around the altar, some of them were under the leadership of the great priest to fight against his momentum, and some of them were kneeling down by the altar reverently, praying for blessings in their mouths.

Inside the altar, the momentum of the gods became stronger and stronger, and they became more and more high.

This is a battle of races, and not only the Terrans are doing their best, but many races are also pouring out!

"50,000 Years of ......"

Fahai didn't care about the gods in the other altars who were staring at the gods here, his eyes fell on the completely resurrected god in front of him, and he slowly approached step by step, with a sarcastic look on the corner of his mouth: "Thousands of gods gathered, it's really a big scene, you haven't thought about it......"

In the distance, on the altar of the ghost god clan, a god who almost stood up to the sky and the earth showed his body from the small altar, bent down, and a gloomy voice like the cry of ten thousand ghosts sounded: "Terran, say whatever you want to say, don't procrastinate!"

The sarcastic expression on Fahai's face became more and more intense, and the divine knife held in his right hand was originally dragged to the ground, but at this time, he slowly raised it and said with a long smile: "You haven't thought about it, if you are all left here, will you still have a chance to turn over in the future?"

Rumble!!

"Great Mighty Dragon!"

The roar had just reached the ears of the gods, and a flash of sword light had already slashed through the neck of the god at the forefront!