Tens of millions of fireflies enveloped the 10,000-strong army and Ge Zheng, and the indiscriminate attack made Ge Zheng have to sacrifice the Kanzi Scatter to resist.

With so many fireflies, this 10,000-strong legion suddenly wailed, the huge legion shield was torn apart, and no one could stay out of it.

The sky is full of fireflies, like a summer night, but the boundless killing power contained in it makes everyone tremble.

The diaspora was destroyed, Ge Zheng fled in a panic, if he died under his own supernatural powers, it would be ridiculous, in such a battle, the spatial fluctuations were disordered, and the Qianzi square inch could not be launched at all.

"Oh my God!" Ge Zheng couldn't stop the fireflies, so he could only use the mountain armor to disperse some of the fireflies around him.

Usually, a few dozen fireflies were enough to kill a Yuan cultivator of the same realm, but there were only more than 10,000 people present at this time, and each of them had to withstand the attack of thousands of fireflies on average.

This is not a firefly, this is a rain of fire.

After blocking the next wave of attacks with the help of the mountain armor, Ge Zheng began to draw the dispersion magic power with the magic pen, although the mountain armor was strong, it could only block a one-time attack.

The fusion of the magic pen and the gossip magic power is far from being as simple as imagined, Ge Zheng can't succeed in drawing the scattered magic power at all, and the last stroke can't be drawn anyway.

"It must be that the flowing fireflies have consumed too much of the vitality between heaven and earth, resulting in a lack of vitality around them, and new supernatural powers cannot be formed, troublesome!"

Ge Zheng could only put away the magic pen, bit his fingers, and drew gossip symbols in his palm.

Using the power of flesh and soul to condense supernatural powers is a method that is comprehended when the vitality of the cursed land is exhausted, and the power is greater than that of using the vitality, but it consumes the power of the body and soul, and Ge Zheng is generally unwilling to use it.

Eight simple symbols were superimposed, and the power of flesh and soul burst out, and a whirlpool that seemed to come from the deep sea shrouded the surroundings, blocking thousands of stray fireflies.

"Whew! It's finally blocked, it seems that the power of the body and soul is easier to control after condensing the divine seal. ”

Blocking the stray fireflies around him, Ge Zheng no longer wasted time, turned around and left quickly, he didn't bother to see whether the ten thousand people were dead or alive, so he would save his life first.

The sky and the earth are big, and your life is the biggest!

It's the capital to live.

However, it is difficult for these 10,000 people to live, except for some characters with death talismans and the like, most of them will die under the flowing fireflies, and even Ge Zheng himself is difficult to block the flowing fireflies, and it is even more impossible for others to block them.

I escaped a few in one breath

Baili, you can still hear the faint wail behind you!

It's almost time for the fireflies to dissipate, and those who survived the fireflies' attacks have finally survived.

If Ge Zheng returned, the more than 100 people who survived would definitely die, but Ge Zheng didn't do that.

In this kind of battle, fear is the most terrifying enemy, and instead of driving them out, let them go back and spread the word.

The power of one person can fight a 10,000-strong army alone.

A magic pen paints the sky full of fireflies.

The name of Ge Zheng, the magic pen, will be the same as that of his master's magic pen Ma Shangfeng, resounding through the battlefield of the jade belt.

Before the war has started, the enemy is already broken, and such a battle will be more convenient.

In fact, even if Ge Zheng didn't do anything in the future, the failure of the Spirit Feather Sect was almost a foregone conclusion, and the one who could obtain the Heavenly Mandate Qi in the Divine Seal Realm must be the Phantom Feather Sect, and Ge Zheng was destined to be the one who absorbed the most Qi number.

However, Ge Zheng didn't expect that he had been firmly locked by the enemy, and a 100,000-strong army was already quietly approaching.

A legion of 10,000 people will make Ge Zheng tired, and a legion of 100,000 people will inevitably kill Ge Zheng.

When a mighty 100,000 people appeared in front of Ge Zheng, Ge Zheng panicked.

"Grandma's legs, you really look up to me, 100,000 people!"

Ge Zheng didn't know that this was not all, there was also a 10,000-strong army approaching.

Ge Zheng turned around and withdrew without saying a word, but how could the encirclement formed by 100,000 people escape easily!

With a huge force of 100,000 people, although the huge legion shield was a little flawed, the spare personnel would definitely block Ge Zheng's attack.

These 100,000 people have been combined for a long time, and they have been conducting drills, not to mention that they are perfectly coordinated, but the cooperation between each other in a group of ten people is extremely perfect, and then there are centurions, thousands of commanders, 10,000 commanders, plus the commander-in-chief of 100,000 people, Ge Zheng's chances of winning are infinitely close to zero.

100,000 people, it is definitely not possible to count on one person to command, even if the 36th Army Corps only has an establishment of 10,000 people.

In a battle of this scale, the centurion's order is more important than the commander-in-chief, and a hundred people joining forces is enough to resist Ge Zheng's attack, and if a centurion is lost for the sake of the overall operation, it will be more than worth the loss.

The cooperation between centurions is the most important thing.

Ge Zheng's magic pen was waved lightly, and the thick fog filled the entire battlefield, making the 100,000-strong army no longer close to each other.

But the people in the legion were not vegetarians either, and the wind swept and the thick fog in the sky was directly blown away.

The invincible magic pen seemed a little insignificant in front of 100,000 people.

Originally, Ge Zheng's plan was to use his magic pen to conjure up obstacles such as fog to block 100,000 people, and he took the opportunity to escape, but he didn't expect that the fog was too weak to pose a threat to the 100,000 army at all.

"How can you escape?"

When Ge Zheng muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly changed.

"No! Why should I escape! It is precisely because I want to escape that the power of the magic pen will be greatly reduced! The master said that the power of the magic pen comes from self-confidence, absolute self-confidence, even if you have thousands of troops, I will break it with one stroke!"

Ge Zheng remembered the moment when the battlefield opened!

At that moment, in front of the trillions of disciples of the Spirit Feather Sect, Ma Shangfeng single-handedly killed Tu Xian and destroyed the bad legion with his own strength!

What is invincibility, this is invincibility!

What is self-confidence, this is self-confidence!

Even if you have hundreds of millions of people, you can't stop my invincible momentum!

Self-confidence is the greatest strength!

The power of heaven and earth, the soul, the body, the vitality, the avenue!

These four powers are obvious, but behind these four powers, there are more mysterious powers, such as the magic pen, such as Ge Zheng's gossip supernatural powers, these powers have gone beyond the common four powers.

This transcendent power is even stronger!

"That's it!

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky!"

With the stroke of the magic pen, the water flowing from the sky fell from the sky like the sea, and the legion's shield was scattered by the impact.

"Steady! He's no match for us!"

The commander of the 100,000-strong team immediately reminded the others that this current of water was only disrupting the formation, and had no real lethality.

"Thousand Stars Ten Thousand Points!"

Ge Zheng waved his pen again, and tens of thousands of sword blades continued to twist the legion shield!

ps. After the edge is more!

In chapter 188, I wrote that gambling on dogs must die, but I was actually writing about my own experience.

Now that I am riddled with debt, this book that does not make money cannot be written all the time after all, I will go to make money by making a gun, and after I get out of the sea of suffering, I will come back and update it steadily.

Bet on dogs, don't deserve sympathy!