Each side has its own force field, and it is impossible to talk about it with lip service alone, and violence is the only solution to the problem.

At the beginning of the war, there were more than a dozen demigods scattered, but the gods of the ghost realm reacted quickly, gathered in an instant, and launched a counterattack without showing weakness.

The elite demigods led by Hercules are not much worse in combat power than the Lord of Sin City and the King of the Black Forest. And with a large number of people, often seven or eight besieged one.

There were only a few muffled snorts, a few screams, some dead people were wounded, and some dead people were asleep forever.

Zhang Wuren sat in the center with the Pangu flag in his hand, but his eyes saw all the battlefields. I only listened to his calm command: "Your Majesty Sand Soul, lead your subordinates to reinforce the demigod battlefield, the king of pirates, and block the harassment and reinforcements of the divine servants." ”

The Sand Soul Emperor glanced at Zhang Wuren coldly and said, "Soul Suppressor, this king only believes in you once!" If this battle is lost, the first thing Lao Tzu wants to kill is you! ”

He suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand and shouted, "Sons of the Empire! It's time to defend your dignity! Smash this ghost kingdom that tries to rule us to pieces! ”

The corpses screamed, and in a few words, they were aroused by the Sand Soul Emperor. I saw hundreds of dried corpses rushing up, and they rushed into the battlefield in an instant.

In order to hide people's eyes, whether it is the country of ghosts, the twelve cities of Xudu, or the Dry Corpse Empire, or the world of the undead, there are not many dead people, at best, there are three or five masters, and hundreds of elites.

But in order to ensure that the war against Hua Biaogui can be won, and from then on get rid of the shadow of the ghost country, everyone brings first-class good hands.

Even if it can't compare to three hundred demigods, it is still a lot more powerful than twenty thousand divine servants.

Now that everyone is hugging up, the pressure on several of us is instantly reduced, and we quickly stabilize our position.

To say that among these three hundred demigods, there are really a few powerful characters, not to mention Hercules' skills, not much worse than the twelve main gods, even Prometheus, Dionysus, etc., who have god names, are far beyond ordinary demigods.

These demigods, one or two, may not be my opponents, but three or four rushed up, and I suddenly felt the pressure increase.

Fortunately, there are many masters on our side, Yu Buren held the Yu sword and killed three demigods in a row, but he was blocked by several strong guys led by Hercules.

One person and five gods tumbled and rolled together, and under the escape of yin and yang, no one dared to approach.

Zhang Sanling and He Weidao fought side by side, and around the two of them, more than a dozen demigods died in their hands.

Perhaps sensing the power of these two people, the demigods who besieged the two were never less than one. And for every wounded or killed one, another one was quickly replaced.

On our side, there are really a lot of masters, but the other side is better than a large number. If it takes a long time, it is inevitable that there will be casualties on our side.

On this side, the three hundred demigods fought with the dead of the four ghost countries as the main force, but on the other side, they saw the golden light bursting, the black gas filled the sky, and Zeus, the thunder god who ranked second among the twelve main gods, was also killed by Zheng Kexiu and Wu Fourteen.

Even the three souls and seven spirits were scattered by their own black thunder light, and they could no longer gather together.

This master, who is strong enough to compete with He Zhonghua, still can't resist the combination of Zheng Kexiu and Wu Shishi.

The death of Thor did not make the rest of the gods chaotic, but Hephaestus, the god of fire, Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and Demeter, the yin-yang-eyed, also joined the battlefield.

There is a huge square of gods, the blood of the two sides is like a river, and the yin qi is everywhere, and in just ten minutes, there are countless demigods who died tragically on the spot, and there are also countless dead people from the four ghost countries who are scattered.

The scattered soul fragments and yin qi turned into streams of black qi that could not be dispersed, permeating the entire square.

The two sides were evenly matched, and neither had an overwhelming advantage over the other. On the contrary, Winning Destiny, who was standing next to him, never made a move, not only that, but also watched the two sides fight with interest, and almost set up a small table to enjoy it while drinking.

Zhang Wuforbear, He Zhonghua never made a move, and Hua Biaogui on the opposite side also had a faint expression, as if he didn't care about his own people.

Suddenly, I heard Zhang Wuren say, "Your Highness the God King, it's almost time, right?" ”

Hua Biaogui smiled and replied, "Well, it's almost." ”

Zhang Wuren snorted: "With so many remnant souls scattering and so many yin qi gathering, your killer plan should also be arranged, how about it?" Do you want to take it out and try it? ”

Hua Biaogui was confident and laughed: "The souls of so many dead people in the four ghost countries are scattered, and it has also bought you a lot of time." Isn't it time for the master you invited to show up? ”

Although the conversation between the two is not very loud, each of the surrounding battles is a master of a certain level. Each of them is deaf and clear-sighted, and can receive information from the outside world even when they are desperate.

Hearing the conversation between Hua Biaogui and Zhang Wuren, it instantly made everyone slow.

It seems that something is not quite right, Hua Biaogui and Zhang Wuren seem to be deliberately making everyone fight desperately, one wants more remnants to die, and the other wants to buy more time.

Now that both sides are almost ready, they start to continue talking.

Zhang Wuren said: "If the ghost country wants to be destroyed, in fact, the focus is on you, Mr. Hua. As long as you're around, the ghost kingdom will eventually resurge. ”

"So from the very beginning, Apollo, the god of the sun, Zeus, the god of thunder, was not in my calculations at all. It is true that they are very strong, even surpassing the twelve secret demons under the Ancestral Throne of the Corpse. But they are not soul characters at all in the ghost realm. ”

"Only when you, Mr. Hua, completely disappear, will the ghost realm truly disappear. Even if the sun god and the god of thunder are still around, they can't support the real ghost kingdom. ”

Huabiaogui said casually: "So your goal at the beginning was actually me. You gathered Zheng Kexiu, Wu Fourteen, the Sand Soul Emperor, the King of Pirates, plus you and He Zhonghua, and wanted to join forces to kill me, right? ”

"It's a pity, you have seen Emperor Shun Yao Chonghua, a master of the level of the ancestor of corpses. At this level, the numerical advantage is nothing to us. ”

Zhang Wuren nodded slightly: "That's right, if you want to completely kill you, you have to have a soul figure." But this soul figure is hard to find. ”

"But fortunately, there is really such a person in this world who is willing to help me kill you."

Hua Biaogui laughed: "Let me think about who this person is." First of all, Emperor Shun Yao Chonghua, the ancestor of the corpse will not come. One of them is busy rebuilding Yudu, and the other is planning the world. There's no time to bother with such trivial matters. ”

"Secondly, the empress's yin corpse will not come, this time the Great Dark Age is not complete, even if she escapes from the coffin of heaven and earth, she will not be able to completely stabilize her three souls and seven spirits. What's more, how could the Empress Yin Corpse come to help you? ”

"Yao rebirth? Not even more. What he asked for was nothing more than the primeval runes of the canon. If he needs it, I can give it to him on the spot, and there is no need to fight to the death with me. ”

"As for the Emperor Ming Commander, the Time Divine Dragon, and the Sun Golden Centipede that has lived for an unknown number of years, hehe, just by relying on them, they want to kill me, but they are not qualified! Zhang Wuren, I'm curious, who did you invite this time! ”

Zhang Wuyi smiled, and suddenly said loudly: "Senior, please stand up, so that this ancestor of fierce ghosts can die a happy death!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep sigh came from the foot of the mountain. Before the sigh was over, the voice suddenly came much closer.

In the next second, a ragged but tall old man with a sword on his back slowly appeared in the square of the gods. Of the 20,000 servants gathered outside, no one even noticed how he appeared in the square.

The man whispered: "Zhang Wuforbear, according to the agreement, I can only use one sword." ”

As soon as these words came out, Hua Biaogui's face became a little ugly. According to this man's meaning, it seems that he can cut himself off with just one sword.

Even Hua Biaogui couldn't help laughing, and then he said calmly: "I'm curious, who are you, you want to kill me with a sword?" ”

To say that Hua Biaogui is also one of the super masters, in the whole world, whether it is a living person or a dead person, there are only a few people who can be compared to him.

And even if it is a few, I dare not say that a sword can kill him.

The ragged old man in front of him looked like he was bitter and hateful, and the yin and yang aura on his body did not fluctuate strongly. Why do you say that you want to cut yourself off with a sword?

Zhang Wuren bent down and said to the man: "Killing Hua Biaogui, one sword is enough!" ”

The man nodded slightly, then turned his head to look at the battlefield, and sighed softly: "Everyone, you kill me, I kill you, why bother?" ”

"Ghost Ancestor Hua Biaogui, you are deeply sinful, and you should have been lost forever thousands of years ago. The master used to try to kill you to avoid future disasters, but he always did not go to you because he was busy. ”

"Later, the master once forged a sword, called the Ghost Slashing Sword, which looks ordinary on the surface, but in fact it is specially tailored for you."

"If you can bear it, you should not die, if you can't bear it, even if your soul is scattered, you can't blame me."

Hua Biaogui's expression changed slightly, and he shouted in a low voice: "Who are you?" Who is your master? ”

The ragged old man sighed softly: "I'm just a medician on the battlefield. As for my master, have you forgotten the earth-shattering sword of the Little Thunder Realm? ”

As soon as these words came out, Hua Biaogui's face suddenly changed color, and even his voice became sharp: "Born son!" You are a subordinate of the Born Son! ”

As soon as the three words of Tianshengzi came out, I was immediately shocked, and the black and white sword of life and death slashed abruptly, forcing away several demigods around me. Looking back in a hurry, I couldn't help but be shocked.

Isn't that ragged old man who looks compassionate and compassionate, but who is bitter and hateful, the life-and-death disaster relief person he had seen on the snowfield before?

This old man wants to cut off the laurels? Are you kidding!