Outside the 100,000 mountains, groups of gods and soldiers will keep the queue in an orderly manner, and when they walk, there is a rumbling sound under their feet, and from a distance, it looks like a tide composed of people, slowly spreading on the horizon.

This time, the Wasteland God King can be said to have exhausted the elite in his hands, although the number is not too much, that is, two or three thousand divine soldiers, but this is already all the power that can be dispatched in the Wasteland Holy City.

A layer of white brilliance shone above the huge procession, and the sea of people came slowly, and the mist and drizzle were distorted like a mirage, looming, and as unfathomable as the boundless sea.

They were getting closer and closer, although the number was not too many, but when thousands of divine soldiers acted together, the pace under their feet trembled the whole land, the banners fluttering in the hunt were layered on top of each other, and there was an indescribable momentum running in the queue, covering the sky and the sun, vowing to devour everything in the world that dared to stop them.

The queue kept moving, and the fluttering flags covered all the divine soldiers inside, as if the high waves were unstoppable, and the pressure brought by that surging power made Lin Fan on the opposite side feel his breath suffocated.

When the queue stopped, in the vast white light, the heaven and the earth seemed to be suddenly quiet, although the gods and generals brought by the god king of the deserted city did not make a sound, but this silence exaggerated a desperate momentum.

Lin Fan floated in mid-air with Ge and Chan, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked down, the more he looked, the heavier his heart became, and the gaze in his eyes slowly began to condense and be cautious.

These divine soldiers and generals in front of them are equivalent to the army in the world, at first glance, the momentum is indeed huge, and the thousands of soldiers and generals show a monstrous momentum, with a heavy pressure like the sea.

But what Lin Fan saw was not only these, he could also see what was underneath the surface, although the queue in front of him was huge and coercing, but the strength of these divine soldiers and divine generals was not very strong, if it was a one-on-one duel, not to mention anything else, even if the elite disciples who followed Jiang Ji's two families united together would be enough to block them.

However, according to the information that Lin Fan knew, the hundreds of thousands of ascended people at the beginning were faced with a few thousands of divine soldiers and divine generals, and after forming an array, these thousands of soldiers were invincible, and the Terran cultivators who occupied the absolute advantage in numbers were scattered.

You must know that it was still when the heads of Jiang Ji's two families and some of the top powerhouses among the cultivators participated in the battle, and they also ended up in a rout and had no choice but to surrender, which shows that the divine queue in the spirit world must have a unique mystery.

After taking a closer look, Lin Fan really found some clues, these thousands of gods and soldiers will gather together, and the positions between each other are very particular, and the flags fluttering in the sky are scattered, forming a large array together, filled with wisps of breath, like a desolate beast, hibernation in the array.

For a while, one person, confronted each other, although Lin Fan stood alone in front of the big array, he did not waver in the slightest, but was like a tall mountain, firmly blocking the boundless sea water in front of him.

The large array formed by the divine soldiers and gods exuded a murderous aura that soared into the sky, Ge and Chan stood behind Lin Fan, with nothing under their feet, floating in the air like birds, but at this time, the two brothers and sisters did not have the slightest excitement, because the large array in front of them brought them an unparalleled shock.

In the midst of the great array, a god clan flew out, shrouded in holy light all over his body, wearing a gold-colored robe, and the surface of the robe was flowing with a layer of smart brilliance, and at a glance, he knew that it was not a mortal thing.

This god clan is draped in a long scalp, naturally holding a simple bun, his face is like a knife, and the whole person looks like a god statue carved from a boulder, full of cold, holy, radiant, and cold aura.

After this protoss flew into the air, he stared at Lin Fan from afar, his eyes were like eagle falcons, radiating two compelling essence lights, the eyes were bright, his skin was as crystal as white jade, and there was an aura of not being angry and arrogant on his body.

The robe on his body was very different from the Holy Light Armor that Lin Fan had seen before, pure golden casting, shining with a cold and luxurious royal aura, wearing it, full of spirit, and soft brilliance, as if it was attached to the skin, even the most exquisite satin, it was far from being comparable to it.

While Lin Fan looked at the other party, the god clan was also observing Lin Fan, in his eyes, the Lin Fan in front of him was very different from the slave clan in his previous impression, the spirit clan born and raised in the spirit world was either groveling and lifeless, like a numb walking corpse, or arrogant and untamed, with a bloodthirsty and murderous cruel appearance, and the whole person's aura seemed to be distorted.

But the slave in front of him, without the low voice of a slave, as if he was born inferior, and without the sky-high aura generated by the distorted personality of a slave after being oppressed for a long time, he just floated lightly in mid-air, his eyes looked at him, as if there was no difference between the identities of the two at all, and regarded him, one of the seventy-two god kings, as an equal.

"Hmph, sure enough, the lowly people from the lower realm don't even understand a little humility, and even the slaves of the spirit realm are not as good." The Deserted City God King felt uncomfortable in his heart, in the spirit world, no slave dared to look at him with this kind of gaze, even if he was the most arrogant rebel in the slave clan, when he saw him, he could only use cruelty to disguise the fear and cowardice in his heart.

But the slave clan in front of him, the slave clan from the nether realm, the most humble species, dared to look at him at eye level, which couldn't help but remind him of the group of slaves he caught some time ago, these slaves have a common place, that is, they seem to feel from the bottom of their hearts that they themselves are not much inferior to the god race, even if they are defeated and captured, some people still insist on that self-esteem in their hearts.

The Deserted City God King raised his hand and pointed slightly, and shouted arrogantly and disdainfully: "The lowest slave clan in the Nether Realm, kneel in front of me and beg for my forgiveness, maybe I will spare your life and let you live." ”

Lin Fan glanced at the other party contemptuously, and scolded in a low voice: "**** ......"

Then he felt a consciousness coming from the inner heaven and earth, and the little gold was screaming in it to come out and ask for battle, this guy was locked up in the inner heaven and earth one after another, if he hadn't been sleeping, he would have to suffocate it.

"Hehe, if you guessed correctly, you are such a god king?" Lin Fan learned from the other party's appearance, raised his arm, and pointed slightly, his demeanor and appearance were vivid, and even his tone was somewhat similar.