Stand up, stand in the void, and look up to the north.

Has the battle in Yecheng begun?

The fluctuation of power has spread to this side, but I don't know what kind of tragedy there is.

With a wave of his hand, Wu Geng's pimple body was directly held by Zhang Wuwu's big hand, and no matter how much he struggled, it was useless.

Wu Geng looked at Zhang Wuwu with some horror.

He didn't understand, just sitting there for half a day, how did his strength improve?

But this, don't say that he doesn't understand, even Zhang Wuwu doesn't understand it very much now.

Thousands of vine tentacles frantically wrapped around Zhang Wuwu's Void Hand, trying to tear it apart.

But under the suppression of absolute strength, all this seems so futile.

"Soul Harvest!"

Zhang Wuwu spat out a word, Wu Geng's body trembled a little instantly, and the soul in his body fled quickly, but as long as it was still in this body.

It can't escape.

The power of the harvest chased after the soul of Takegen along the root system of the dryad.

Although its root system is huge, it has been caught up in the end.

In an instant, the soul seemed to be attacked by the power of extreme cold, and the whole thing was frozen together.

"Since you like to devour the power of others, then I will also give back to others as well!"

A black hole suddenly bloomed in Zhang Wuwu's big hand, and he bit a vine on Wu Geng's body, and the devouring power drilled into it.

Then follow the thousands of passages to the vines and roots.

All the essence power inside was sucked up.

Even Wu Geng's soul was not spared!

"No!"

Wu Geng's frozen soul roared wildly, he lured Zhang Wuwu here, originally to kill him, but he didn't expect it to become his own death.

He was not reconciled!

Zhang Wuwu is holding Wu Geng's soul in one hand, and he can destroy Wu Geng at any time.

But he didn't, because he still needed Wu Geng's memory.

Because of the lack of the presence of Wu Gen in the Ancient Fire God Terrace, the ground immediately collapsed.

Within a radius of 10 kilometers, it was as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and the ground sank more than 10 meters.

It can also be seen from this that the root system of this martial arts is huge.

If it weren't for Zhang Wuwu coming here, I'm afraid no one would really be able to kill him.

After completely devouring Wu Geng, Zhang Wuwu realized that it was not a one-person act that he fell into the dust platform back then.

The Demon Emperor Shakti was certainly the mastermind, but without the existence of the Emperor the Great, the traitor, it would never be possible for Shakti to do something without him knowing.

At this point, everything I have seen before has a basis.

The island country that was sealed by his own hands was broken by the Emperor.

Even the three major immortal gates such as the Emperor's Tomb were also controlled by it.

In this world, if you really count it now, you should still have three great forces if you count yourself.

Shakti!

The Emperor the Great!

As well as himself and Emperor Donghua!

On the bright side, he and the Donghua Emperor should be the strongest, but all the strength of the immortal families led by him has been greatly damaged.

So in a real sense, it was the Emperor Shakti who was the strongest.

Because he not only ruled the demon world, but even the ghost world had many people who served him allegiance.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Wuwu didn't stay any longer, Yecheng is too chaotic now, it should be regarded as a tripartite force, but the existence of the delay is a variable in vain.

The sky above Yecheng.

Lightning and thunder roared! More brilliant than the rising sun.

On the empty street, a gust of wind blows from time to time.

People who get up early thought that this was a natural disaster that was about to come, so many people worshipped the Jade Emperor at home.

The vigorous power of faith, Zhang Wuwu can feel it.

People's recognition of themselves is their greatest motivation.

Above the thick white clouds and black clouds, there were two sides facing each other.

Wei Yingwu's birdman army was dark and black together, murderous.

The valley soldiers and horses led by Yang Hui were imposing.

The monkey and the old man stood side by side on either side of Yang Hui.

After that, there are the Four Heavenly Kings and the Thunder Gong Electric Mother and others.

"I promise! After this battle, my heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers who can still survive, after he recovers the heavenly court, he will be promoted to three levels in a row! Live with heaven and earth, and share the world!"

Yang Hui's voice was loud, directly echoing in the ears of every heavenly soldier and ghost soldier.

In an instant, the momentum of the heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers was like a rainbow.

In times of peace, even if you make a great contribution, you will not be able to receive such a reward.

It is said that heroes are born in troubled times, and this era is the era of heroes.

When Wei Yingwu heard Yang Hui's voice, he shook his head disdainfully.

In his plan, these heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers are just food for these birdmen around him, and when they are all wiped out, it will be time for him to take revenge.

The Wei family was close to extinction, he couldn't forget it, and he had to kill him if he didn't return it.

It's just that he knows that as long as his birdman army comes out, Zhang Wuwu's side will definitely be the first to make a move.

They won't allow themselves to be presumptuous in Yecheng.

Therefore, he had no choice but to destroy the people on Zhang Wuwu's side first.

"Bite them to death!"

Wei Yingwu didn't say much, and directly ordered the birdman legions behind him.

When the birds heard this, their wings fanned behind them, and they marched in unison.

"Kill them all!"

Yang Hui waved his arm, and then the whole person rushed towards the Birdman Legion.

Seeing this, the monkey and the old man tightly guarded the left and right, not daring to be careless.

The heavenly soldiers and ghost soldiers behind him immediately gathered in groups of three or five, relying on each other, forming a circular formation, rolling towards the rushing birdman.

By this time, they all needed victory so badly that no one didn't work hard.

Wei Yingwu stood on top of a large birdman, looking at the battlefield at this time from the rear.

The Birdman Legion obviously had a big advantage in numbers, and at this time, looking up from the ground, the cluster of white clouds had almost been wrapped into dumplings by the black clouds.

He didn't care how many birdmen died, because it was the weak ones who were eliminated.

The strong will only become stronger after eating their bodies.

On the other hand, Yang Hui is on the side, and the number of heavenly soldiers who die will lose their strength.

But fortunately, with the blessing of the formation, it is not so easy for the birdman to kill a few heavenly soldiers.

And after the gods such as the monkey and the old man entered the birdman army, they fought separately, and almost every time they struck, hundreds or thousands of birdmen perished.

But there are too many of these birdmen, so it's troublesome to kill.

In the end, the Heavenly Soldiers and Ghost Soldiers even had to be passively defended.

As the number of birdmen decreases, the strength of their individuals grows.

Bang!

The Growth Heavenly King of the Four Heavenly Kings was attacked by a birdman.

A mouthful of crimson blood spurted out.