Halk didn't move, his whole body shimmered, and a monster with six arms held different weapons, and the resistance rattled happily, and a cloud of smoke still enveloped it.

Scimitos, daggers, crossbow arrows, and dry hands waving in front of them at the same time.

"Hundred-footed general?" Goethe reappeared.

"Are you the current Mayan Lord or the Sect Master?" Goethe asked coldly.

"Holy Lord!" said Halk lightly.

"Elder Gaga, Goethe, see the Holy Lord!" Goethe smiled and saluted Halke.

"In the temple journal, Elder Goethe mysteriously disappeared amid everyone's laughter!

"Quack ridicule? I still get less ridicule! I found the address of the altar from the mural, and no one believes me! I say that the Elemental Cult is about to usher in disaster, but no one believes me!"

Goethe stretched his body and pointed to the Divine Bead behind Halk and smiled, "I watched that mysterious person come to our Elemental Sect and let us hand over the Divine Bead, the powerful power of that mysterious person made everyone's hearts tremble, and it was I who quietly hid the Mayan Divine Bead outside." ”

Goethe suddenly became decadent and said, "I took the orb back to where it was supposed to be stored, and I kidnapped a sacrifice to add a powerful enchantment to the orb, so that its breath would not be discovered, but...... But I don't know how to get back out of this altar, I've been here for more than a hundred years!"

Goethe's sunken eyes suddenly flashed brightly and said, "Just when I was about to die, I saw the orb of God quietly on the pyramid, I was for Maya, for the Orb! But what did I get?"

One pointed at the Divine Bead and shouted, "So I want to live, I want to possess the Divine Bead!" But the enchantment on the Divine Bead has only strengthened itself for more than a hundred years, and no one can open it without a god level or if the crystal skulls on the pagoda here are gathered!"

"Quack, the day has finally come to find all the crystal skeletons! The last two crystal skeletons are right in front of my eyes!"

Goethe threw the crystal skull of Ressa in his hand onto the pagoda deep in the altar.

As soon as the Crystal Skull touches the pagoda, it is enveloped by the streamer on the pagoda, and then the Crystal Skull is hung on a hook on the pagoda.

Goethe disappeared in place, and he took advantage of Harke's distraction to sneak up on Hark.

The hundred-footed general shot countless crossbow arrows into the air indifferently, and the small eyeballs on his head kept turning around.

Goethe's figure appeared in the air, and a small centipede spat out of Goethe's mouth.

The little centipede only rolled in the air, and after a red light, it turned into a huge centipede.

The giant centipede shook its hundreds of calves, its huge mouth opening and blowing out a mouthful of venom at the countless crossbow arrows that came at it.

The crossbow bolt melted into the venom, and the huge centipede fell to the ground with a thud, and a pair of huge eyes flashed red at Halk on the pyramid.

Goethe jumped onto the centipede's head and melted his legs inside.

At this time, Halque reacted.

"You bastard! If it weren't for me, you'd be dead!" shouted the Hundredfoot General to the dazed Halke.

"Thank you!" Halke wiped his cold sweat, thinking to himself that Goethe recorded in the temple diary was a Winter Dou King, but he didn't expect that Goethe was already the Winter Dou Emperor.

"Millennial centipede!" Halk looked at the huge centipede in front of him in surprise.

The Millennium Centipede is the supreme of the top beasts.

A real hundred claws danced arrogantly on both sides of the body, and the huge teeth on the mouth clicked and slammed.

Halk took out his scimitar, even if it was the Winter Soul's, he had to fight it!

The hundred-footed general rushed forward first at the thought of Halke.

A cloud of smoke spat out of General Hundredfoot's mouth.

Smoke suddenly filled around the pyramid.

"Lord Gaga, you should teach your crystal skeleton as well! I am guilty of it!" Goethe said with a sinister grin, and the centipede below him writhed and rushed into the smoke.

Halke stood calmly on the pyramid, he knew that he was no match for Goethe, he was waiting for winter and Laura.

Winter looked weakly at the smoke in the distance, his eyes full of murder.

"Don't look at it! Don't be careful! That monster looks like a Winter Dou Emperor, and he smashes his stupid waist to flatten people!"

Laura counted the winters while stuffing the cloud pills in the winter's mouth with Kiki.

"Is there anything else to restore a sixth sense? this thing is so sweet!" Winter's cry pitifully as she looks at Laura and Kiki.

"Some of them eat and drink well! and pick!" said Laura, glaring.

The hundred-footed general is having a good time, although Halk is a little weaker, but he is not weak.

The hundred-legged general closed his mouth tightly and came behind the centipede, gently stepping on the smoke and drifting to the centipede's head.

Goethe was holding a cane with his eyes closed.

"Haha"

The sword on the arm of the hundred-legged general slashed at Goethe at the same time.

The corners of Goethe's mouth lifted dryly, and the crutch in his hand tilted, and a black smoke shroud shot out from the tip of the crutch and shot it backwards.

The hundred-footed general let out a strange cry and disappeared into the smoke.

"Boom"

The giant centipede acted, its huge body rampaging through the smoke, hundreds of claws sticking into the ground.

Countless plumes of smoke poured into the centipede's mouth.

The hundred-footed general sneakily spewed smoke around the outside of the pyramid.

Two winter souls, one smoking, one spitting cigarettes, they were compared to the speed.

The hundred-legged general ran wildly through the smoke, and the crossbow arrows in his hands shot at the centipede's eyes one after another.

The centipede was annoyed by the hundred-legged general, and used its powerful perception to suddenly turn around and bite the hundred-legged general.

"Haha, you have a kind! Dare to fight with General Ben!"

The hundred-legged general was not afraid, and jumped directly onto the centipede's body and rushed to the centipede's head against his usual sneaky fighting style.

But when the centipede's head was about to collide with the hundred-legged general, the hundred-legged general turned into a cloud of smoke and appeared on the centipede's head.

The hundred-footed general stared at Goethe with little eyes, which is more than 100 swords, more than 200 swords, and more than 300 crossbow arrows.

Goethe was not at all afraid of a god-level hundred-legged general, because Halke's realm was a grade higher than his own.

Winter Soul's own seal has not been completely unbroken.

Goethe roared and took the crutch in his hand, and the crutch instantly condensed countless black balls of light around Goethe.

These black balls of light formed a defensive line outside Goethe's body.

The surprise attack of the hundred-legged general continued to crash into the black ball of light outside Goethe's body.

Dense explosions sounded in the smoke, and the black balls of light were exploded one by one under the unconvinced eyes of General Baizu.

Powerful waves whistled and blew smoke, like streamers of tangible energy raging around the pyramid.

The soul power of the hundred-footed general is constantly expanding outward.

The giant centipede lifted its head and its body rose.

Goethe sucked in the fresh power in the air on the centipede's head contentedly, and the energy in the air turned into streamers and poured into Goethe's body.

Goethe's parched skin plumped up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Goethe looked comfortably at the hundred-legged general screaming below.

The hundred-legged general was about to climb up the centipede's body, but his head dizzy and he fell.

"Harke, you bastard! Why are you guarding the Divine Pearl! This old man didn't grab the crystal skull, and if you don't come up to help, you're going to exhaust me!"

When Halk heard this, why did he defend himself if the barrier of the Divine Bead was not broken? Halk held his scimitar and rushed towards the giant centipede.

Goethe's body at this time has become like an adult strong man after absorbing the energy just now.

Goethe turned the cane in his hand into a nunchuck.

The nine-knotted stick writhed in the air, smashing like a giant python into Halke, who was holding a scimitar. 《C》

The hundred-footed general suddenly appeared strangely beside Halk and shouted, "You're down there, I'll go up!"

After saying that, the hundred-legged general screamed and split the nine-knuckle stick with two scimitars, and then turned into a cloud of smoke and rolled towards the centipede's huge body.

The two small broken legs of the hundred-legged general ran quickly, leaving a series of footprints on the centipede's body like a gust of wind.

These footprints corrode the hard shell of the centipede with a powerful corrosive effect.

The centipede writhed in pain, and the hundreds of claws on its body danced wildly.

Halk rushed to the centipede's side below, and the scimitar in his hand turned into a black wind blade and slashed at the centipede's claws.

"Click"

The centipede's claws were instantly cut off by Halk's scimitar, and poisonous smoke erupted from the wounds on its claws.

Halk quickly dodged to the other side of the centipede, and then cut off the claws of a centipede again.

The centipede's hundred-legged general did not rush to the centipede's head to attack Goethe, but attacked the centipede's claws like Halke.

Clouds of smoke erupted from the mouth of the hundred-legged general, enveloping the centipede's claws, and the corrosive snort made Goethe on the centipede's head frown.

Goethe suddenly smiled, thinking that when he killed Halke, he would also take the Hundred-Footed General's Soul Winter by the way.

"Quack is a great day today!"

Goethe's whole body shimmered with red light, and half of his body slid along the centipede's body.

The hundred-legged general who was cool stared at the little eyes with disdain, and a pair of small short legs stepped on the centipede's shell more quickly to meet Goethe.

"Old man Gaga, don't you know that there are sequelae in this kind of body that is absorbed through absorption?"

The hundred-legged general turned behind Goethe with a sinister smile and looked at Goethe's neck.

Goethe's angry body was short, and most of his body melted into the centipede's body, and the nine-section whip in his hand flicked away.

The nine-section whip shoots out countless afterimages, which merge into a giant python around Goethe.

The hundred-legged general suddenly jumped high, and the crossbow arrows in his hand shot countless crossbow arrows into the eyes of the giant python.

A cloud of smoke rolled under the feet of the Hundred-Footed General, floating in the air next to the Hundred-Footed General.

"Whoosh!"

The hundred-legged general took advantage of the crossbow arrow to shoot into the eye of the giant python and appeared strangely in front of Goethe.

"The hundred-legged general deserves to be a god!"

Goethe praised the cunning fellow in front of him again, and the nine whips in his hand stretched out violently, a long steel stick.

The steel stick smashed straight into the Yellow Dragon's chest.

The hundred-legged general's body writhed, and the steel stick passed through the hundred-legged general's chest. Seek the magic TXT

When Goethe was really proud, the hundred-legged general had already appeared in front of Goethe's eyes in a hazy smoke, and the sand and cold light of the weapons in his six hands could pierce Goethe.

Goethe wanted to get the hundred-legged general even more, and with a shake of the steel stick in his hand, he broke down the nine sections again.

The nine-knotted stick swept the hundred-legged general and ran into the air.

The hundred-legged general twisted his body in the air, and the whole thing turned into smoke and rolled towards Goethe.

Goethe's eyes widened, and his whole body was quickly covered in red, and the light gathered on the nine-knuckle stick.

The nine-knotched stick instantly pointed in a straight line at the hundred-legged general who turned into a cloud of smoke in the air.

"Quack"

The hundred-footed general didn't care to raise his knife and slash at the stick, but the stick slipped and continued to pound at the hundred-footed general.

"Hundred-footed General, your seal hasn't been unlocked much, and you're not my opponent!"

Goethe's arrogant hands shook the steel stick for a while.

The long steel stick suddenly drew countless stick shadows under Goethe's shaking and smashed towards the hundred-legged general.

The Hundred-Footed General wanted to turn into a virtual body to avoid the stick, but the stick was too dense.

The hundred-footed general was hit by the stick in succession, and the cloud of smoke was knocked out by the stick, and the hundred-footed general screamed and shot countless crossbow arrows in the air.

But as soon as the crossbow bolt was fired, it was knocked away by a dense shadow of sticks.

The hundred-footed general has no brains, and your whole turned into a cloud of smoke and swept towards Goethe.

Goethe took a smug breath and blew a black flame into the smoke in the air.

The flames and smoke collided together, and powerful energy suddenly raged in the air.

The smoke around the pyramid was suddenly blown away by a wave, and the raging energy was absorbed by Goethe in the air

"Boom Boom"

The huge centipede suddenly fell to the ground, and its huge body slammed into the pyramid.

Goethe looked at the centipede in amazement, and all its claws had been cut off.

While the hundred-footed general was fighting Goethe, Halk had quietly cut off hundreds of claws of the thousand-year-old centipede one by one.

Halk wiped his sweat and took a breath to look at the hundred-legged general who was swaying in the air.

"You bastard, I've been playing with your life for a long time, but you're chopping your claws, come up!" roared the hundred-footed general.

Halk smiled wryly and turned into a cloud of smoke that burst into the air.

Two clouds of smoke collided in the air.

Halk and the hundred-legged general are in the air and the soul is together!

After a brief second of invincibility in the Soul Community, Halk and General Hundredfoot rushed towards Goethe with a cloud of smoke.

Goethe angrily threw countless sticks at Halck.

After Halk was in the human soul community at this time, he was inexplicably full of confidence, and all six arms were holding scimitars.

The god-level hundred-legged general is the great general of the Beast Rebellion in the ancient times, and it is disdainful of any opponent's opponent.

Halk smirked under the infection of the hundred-footed general, and instantly rushed through countless stick shadows.

The strange smoke that Halque had turned into swirled around the steel stick and whizzed in front of Goethe.

Goethe also smirked and turned his steel stick into two scimitars.

"What a delicious energy quack!"

Goethe held the scimitar and faced the frenzied Halke, and the two scimitars slashed at each other no slower than Halke's six scimitars.

A dense crash sounded over the altar.

A wave blew through the surrounding walls, and a mural on the wall was activated by a silent prayer in the energy of the descendants.

Melodious prayers rang out, and circles of light shot out of the mural.

Goethe and Halck violently parted with each other, and with the impetus of the force, they quickly separated.

Halck and Goethe looked at the frescoes in amazement at the same time.

Ever since everyone entered the altar, it has been humming quietly, as if it were Elysium.

Goethe had not heard the prayers on the frescoes for hundreds of years, and the sound seemed to have a magical power to deprive the person of the energy he had just absorbed.

Goethe rolled in horror on the thousand-year-old centipede, and his already strong body went in and out of the centipede's body, and his body shrank towards a dry appearance.

Halke's ears rang with the sound of winter's shamelessness.

"Halke! Hurry! What a great opportunity you can't miss!"

Halke was suddenly awakened and hurriedly rushed to Goethe on the thousand-year-old centipede.

Six scimitars danced into a ball in front of Halk.

The ball was full of knife shadows, and the dense knife shadows instantly left scars on Goethe's body.

Wisps of energy erupted from Goethe's wounds.

"Ahh

Goethe walked dead and burrowed into the centipede's body.

Years ago, the centipede suddenly flashed with ten thousand red lights.

Halk's scimitar left no wound on the centipede's shell and was knocked out by the centipede.

Goethe, under the rapid loss of energy, hurriedly merged with the thousand-year-old centipede soul, and withstood Halke's victorious pursuit in a state of invincibility for a second.

The hideous head of the thousand-year-old centipede is gone, but the upper body of the giant Goethe has appeared.

The huge pincers on the centipede's beak turned into Goethe's arms.

Glowing red, Goethe lifted his body and spread his mouth in the air, sucking in the energy lost around him.

Halker stared at what was already dry, and after a while he reverted to the appearance of a strong man.

"Ah, I still feel better when I have more strength," Goethe sighed in self-absorption.

The hundred-footed general shouted in Halk's heart, "Hurry up! if we let him absorb the energy around him, we will all die!"

Halk walked away and frowned and glanced around, the chaotic energy around him gradually thinned out, and even the mural that prayed under the energy stopped praying.

Halk took a sharp breath and rushed towards Goethe, replacing his six hands with six crossbow arrows.

Countless crossbow arrows, inspired by Halke's sixth sense, turned into dragons and rushed towards Goethe, who was satisfied.

A huge roar came from the dragon's mouth, and the sound waves of the sound vibrated through the altar.

Goethe laughed and waved his arm into giant pliers, the jagged teeth of which hung in space with the sound of the wind.

The space writhed, sparks rubbed in the sound of space tearing, and Goethe slammed into the dense dragon.

Countless dragons screamed and were torn apart by Goethe's huge pincers, and Goethe laughed wildly and came to Halk.

At this time, Halke's six hands were replaced by six daggers.

Halker's legs rolled up in the smoke and flew back, the dagger in his hand thrown at Goethe like lightning.

Goethe's body tilted violently, his huge body rolled like a wave, and six daggers passed through the gap between Goethe's long body.

Halke's body spun, and the smoke rolled towards Goethe like a tornado.

Goethe didn't care about pinching huge pincers at the tornado.

"Boom"

The tornado of smoke was suddenly cut off by Goethe, and the smoke exploded in all directions.

The entire altar was shrouded in smoke.

"Quack"

Goethe's strange laughter came from the smoke, and a crescent-like red light rushed through the smoke.

Hardk landed on the ground at this time, his eyes flashed red, and the huge centipede figure in the smoke immediately appeared in front of Halk.

Halke's silent cat approached the huge figure and slashed at the centipede's shell in succession.

But the hard shell of the centipede just flashed countless sparks.

The centipede's huge body bent, and Goethe's huge body rushed downward, and two eyes like substance suddenly locked on Halk.

"Quack is also a Mayan, and your smoke-obscuring moves are useless to me!" Goethe smirked.

A sly look flashed in Halke's eyes, and he once again turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared into the smoke around him.

The smoke kept rolling, and the originally black smoke took on a different color.

Turning into colorful smoke, Goethe became cautious.

This is the god-level skill of the hundred-legged general, and the five-colored smoke is filled with negative poisonous gas that even gods will be careful about.

Goethe's body shimmered red, enveloping himself in a dense wall of wind blades on his exterior to keep the smoke out.

Goethe's eyes widened, and he unleashed his sixth sense in all directions.

But the hundred-footed general's greatest ability is to hide his figure, and the realm of Emperor Goethe's winter fight can only find a dozen halks in the smoke.

"Humph, Goethe, I know I'm not as strong as you in the realm, but your winter soul is too inferior!Why does the thousand-year-old centipede have hundreds of claws, but this hundred-legged general is my winter soul?" said Hark in the smoke.

Goethe ignored Halck, but unleashed countless crescent-like red rays at each of the halcks in the smoke.

"Haha, don't waste your efforts! you can't find me!"

Halke suddenly appeared in front of Goethe's eyes and slashed down, but Goethe was just about to kill Halke, and Halke appeared strangely behind Goethe.

"Poof"

Goethe's back was cut by a long cut with a scimitar.

Goethe didn't make a sound, but slammed his head into the ground, the huge pincers clawing at the ground.

A large hole was scratched out of the ground in an instant, and in a short time the centipede's huge body disappeared into the hole.

Halk appeared like an illusory shadow on top of the cavern.

"Gaga, you have your skills, but I also have mine! Lord you have to be careful!" Goethe's voice appeared in the cavern.

Halk floated in the air indifferently, and the confidence from the hundred-legged general rose from the corner of Halke's mouth.

"Boom" Goethe suddenly rushed out of the ground behind Harke.