The silver-white lightning fell from a high altitude, fell halfway, and was blocked by the army of iron-armored moths, and the lightning suddenly flashed, from one bundle to thousands of bundles, and the silver-white lightning was like a spiritual snake, scurrying on the body of the iron-armored moth. The body of the ironclad moth is 80% metal, and the conductivity is quite good.

The Wuzheng Tiangang Divine Thunder fell, and it happened to be borne by all of them.

Boom –

After the dazzling white light flashed, there was a burst of white smoke, and then the ironclad moth army appeared in Central Asia, a hole eye appeared, about ten meters in diameter, with the hole eye as the center, the lightning did not disappear, spread in all directions, the speed of lightning was so fast, in an instant, one after another ironclad moths fell, like raindrops.

Qin Guan's fingers moved, and the thick lightning moved, and where it passed, the ironclad moth instantly exploded with dazzling white light, and then turned into flying ashes, like a giant white sword, slashing through the black curtain, and a stroke was a blank. On the edge of the blank space were countless tiny lightning bolts, although small, the destructive power was not something that the ironclad moth could withstand, and its body was scorched black and fell from the sky.

Thousands of ironclad moths died every second, and the corpses of the ironclad moths on the ground piled up at an alarming speed, covering a thick layer around Qin Guan.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes......

The three-headed dog of hell appeared beside Qin Zhou, blocking the ironclad moth that wanted to sneak attack, the little witch held a small and delicate magic staff, and sprayed out like a machine gun in the fire explosion technique, in terms of magic talent, the system gave her too much care, did not need much contact, did not need too much comprehension, and magic skills were always on the front line of the player. From time to time, several large-scale fire-based magic spells were emitted, scorching the few ironclad moths on the outside and tender on the inside, and the air was filled with a scorching smell.

Nangong Xiaoke sat cross-legged in the air, his slender white fingers plucked the strings, and wisps of notes were stimulated, and in the roar of the Wuzheng Tiangang Divine Thunder, it seemed weak and inaudible, but if you look closely, you will find that all the ironclad moths that flew in this direction turned inexplicably and flew to other places when they were close to thirty meters.

Tofu Xi Shi continued to release magic, and the milky white pillars of light submerged into the top of Qin Guan's head, still unable to stop his rapidly pale face, and the fluttering attention of the white clothes was mainly on Qin Zhou's body, taking into account the little witch and Nangong Xiaoke at the same time.

Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes......

The Wuzheng Tiangang Divine Thunder began to shrink, and Qin Xuan's face was no longer bloody, like a candle in the wind, which could fall at any time.

A ray of colored light spilled from the void and sank into the top of Tofu Shih's head. The lowest level for her was actually upgraded.

Thirty minutes.

The body shook and fell, not falling to the ground, being stopped by Nangong Xiaoke, the dark clouds in the sky quickly dissipated, and the lightning remaining in the air gradually faded.

Whoa—

The white lines cut by lightning shrank at an alarming speed, and in the blink of an eye, the light disappeared, and the Bayuan Pit returned to night, angry like a raging black cloud, surging towards Qin Zhou.

Whew-

Suck –

After taking three deep breaths in a row, Qin Xuan's eyes regained a bit of figure, his right hand opened, and the Staff of Darkness appeared in his hand, and the rich magical elements condensed in the air at an astonishing speed.

"Roaring sand!"

"Storm of the Dead!"

"Deathlight!"

"Curse of Darkness!"

"Eclipse of Nothingness!"

You're welcome, it's just a big move, the five top-level magic shrouds one side of fear, and the power of destruction goes back and forth, starting in 30 seconds, as the first ironclad moth loses its life and falls from the sky, more and more ironclad moths fall, and finally it falls in pieces, the scene is quite spectacular.

As the magic dissipated, colored light fell from the sky again, this time on the white-clothed fluttering head, and she upgraded.

"The Evil Emperor is out of the sheath!"

The pitch-black magic knife emerged from the top of Qin Xuan's head, and a destructive force swept out, and the iron-armored moth that rushed at the impact stiffened and almost fell.

"The first of the three forms of the magic knife - spring returns to the earth!"

"The Second Form of the Three Magic Knife Forms......"

"Magic Knife Three-Style ......"

Except for the first sword that pierced the sky, there was no sword in the back, and you could only see your countless ironclad moths falling from the sky, booming, that feeling, like a black waterfall, flying down.

"The Evil Emperor is back in the sheath!"

"You guys go first!" Qin Xuan's fingers opened, and the staff of darkness of the hour reappeared, and one after another magic shot out.

"Dome of the Dead!"

"Dome of the Dead!"

"Dome of the Dead!"

……

Nangong Xiaoke didn't hesitate, and immediately sat on the three-headed dog of hell and ran away. Qin Xuan took a few breaths of air and began to chant the incantation, and an obscure voice flowed out.

"Hellfire!"

The black flames soared into the air, and the iron-armored moths that pounced on them were really as 'moths to the fire' as the idiom described, and when they pounced, they were still jumping around, and after a few seconds, their health was emptied and they fell to the ground, stiff as a sculpture.

Qin Xuan's figure disappeared, and the next moment his figure appeared outside the scope of darkness, and after landing, his body swayed, panting heavily, this kind of all-out shot, leaving no room for action, was not done by people, it was all a big move, and he couldn't stand it. After waiting for more than a minute, the three-headed dog of hell broke through the blockade of the ironclad moths with the four women, followed by countless ironclad moths, like a tide.

"Dome of the Dead!"

"Dome of the Dead!"

"Dome of the Dead!"

……

Dozens of 'Undead Skycanopies' shot out from Qin Zhou's hands, enveloping all the nearby spaces, and by the time the iron-armored moths broke through the black curtain, Qin Zhou and the others had already disappeared.

Dozens of miles away, Qin Zhou and Nangong Xiaoke were eating, eating elixir snacks, the soup was the most precious dragon and phoenix soup, a small bowl, worth 100 gold. The staple food is meat Ganoderma lucidum, formed Polygonum multiflori, thousand-year-old blood ginseng, and the meat is the meat of high-level monsters above level one hundred and thirty......

The energy, flesh, and spirit that had been expended were regaining at an astonishing rate. About ten minutes later, when the army of ironclad moths flew into this space, the five of them had almost recovered.

"Wuzheng Tiangang Divine Thunder!"

Qin Xuan shouted, and the thick lightning fell from the sky, falling in the army of iron-armored moths with the power of destruction, and a dazzling light flickered, and more than 10,000 iron-armored moths turned into ashes on the spot. The lightning moved, like the giant sword of the gods, cutting horizontal and vertical lines in the army of ironclad moths, countless ironclad moths evaporated instantly, and more ironclad moths were burned black and fell from the sky.

Three-colored light descended from the void, and the little witch was upgraded. When he couldn't move, Qin Zhou used the space magic to escape, his energy recovered, and he came back immediately, directly on the ultimate move 'Wuzheng Tiangang Divine Thunder', the third time, Nangong Xiaoke upgraded, and the fifth time, he upgraded himself.

A day and a night passed, and he didn't know how many ironclad moths he had killed, but seeing that the sky was dark, the ironclad moths didn't seem to have decreased, and Rao was tenacious, and a sense of powerlessness also rose.