The golden waves swept up, and it was impossible for the Twenty Emperors who had reacted to escape again. The golden molten slurry sealed the vision of the Twenty Emperors, and he was like a trapped bird.

The golden molten slurry slowly coalesced, turning into a large metal sphere. The Twenty Emperors' attacks struck the golden orb with a roar like a drum.

"Hmph, in vain, if anyone in my golden realm can break through it, I will call myself a guardian angel. ”

It's true that the Guardian Angel of Two Wings has no effective means of attack, but that doesn't mean that the Guardian Angel of Two Wings can't kill enemies. This move is the strongest killer move of the Winged Guardian Angel, and in the golden realm, no matter what kind of attack it is, it will be bounced back. The Twenty Emperors trapped inside would even be beaten to death because of their own attacks.

The most important thing is that even if the Twenty Emperors do not resist, the gold field will gradually shrink, squeezing it to death, or suffocating to death.

The Demon Emperor is very powerful, even if the Twenty Emperors don't eat or drink for more than ten years, they will be fine, but what about hundreds of years? Or maybe they haven't eaten or drunk for thousands of years?

"Twenty brothers!"

The Nine Emperors wanted to come forward to rescue the Twenty Emperors, but they were stopped by the night owls.

"It's his fight. ”

The Winged Guardian Angel sneered and said, "I think it's better for you to listen to the night owl, my golden realm is completely ineffective from external attacks, and your attacks will only be transmitted to the trapped people." Maybe if you don't make a move, he can live a little longer. ”

The night owl can see with real eyes that the molten slurry on the golden ball is constantly rolling inward, in other words, the defense on the periphery of the sphere may not be strong, but because of the blow from the outside, it will accelerate the reaction of the golden molten and cause damage to the people inside.

The Twenty Emperors were not having a good time in the realm of gold, and countless golden molten slurries turned into various weapons and stabbed at him. After launching several strongest attacks in succession, his soul power was no longer at its peak, and the continuous attacks made her tired to deal with.

The Twenty Emperors gradually found that as long as they stopped attacking, those golden molten slurries would not take the initiative to attack them again. Instead of panicking, he stopped his attack and stood quietly in the middle of the golden field, closing his eyes as if waiting for death to come.

At the same time, the people watching the battle outside saw that the golden ball suddenly shrank, and the golden ball, which was hundreds of meters wide before, suddenly compressed to a size of tens of meters. From the outside, the Twenty Emperors looked like they had been squeezed into meatloaf.

"Am I going to die like this? No, there's a demon god out there to help, and he's not going to let me die here. What's more, even if I die, the other brothers will avenge me!"

However, the Twenty Emperor quickly smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's all this time, and I'm still thinking about the help of others." This battle was obviously initiated by oneself, so why should you rely on the strength of others?"

When he knew from a young age that those clansmen who were locked in cages were all pulled out as slaves as goods one by one, the Twenty Emperors felt extremely angry.

The ability of the Wind Demon Clan is obviously stronger than that of any tribe, and the Demon Realm cannot do without the protection of the Wind Demon Clan, but in this way, he is telling his helplessness.

When he faced the arrogant face of the second prince, he had never been ashamed that he was a member of the Wind Demon clan.

So he was inspired to become a challenger from the beginning, and he wanted to challenge the master of the world like the demon god to change this ridiculous fate.

When they were in the Demon Realm, they were constrained by the time controller, and the level had always stayed at the peak of the sixth order, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't cross that threshold, just because the controller was afraid of a challenger who was more powerful than themselves.

Since coming to Earth, the Twenty Emperors obviously felt that the restraints on his body had disappeared, but because he had been suppressed for too long, it was difficult for him to take the final step no matter how hard he tried.

The Twenty Emperors wanted to use this challenge to break through the limits of their rank, but his opponent was the Winged Guardian Angel, who claimed to be the strongest defense.

He is known as the No. 1 Martial Saint of the Demon Realm, he has no strong talent, and he also has no huge race to rely on. He was feared because of his powerful attacks. He was a spear in the Demon Realm, a spear that could pierce the shackles of the firmament, but now it was disgraced when faced with an angelic clan.

"What am I afraid of?" the Twenty Emperor asked himself, "If I can't defeat the Winged Guardian Angel, the Wind Demon will always be branded as a loser." What am I worried about? status, fame, or glory? If I die here, it will all be meaningless. ”

The Twenty Emperors, who were trapped in the golden orb, suddenly shouted: "Don't want it! I don't want anything!"

When everyone outside heard the roar of the Twenty Emperors, they all looked surprised, and the winged guardian angel said sarcastically.

"Are you already crazy? How long has it been? It seems that the demons are nothing more than that. ”

The night owl said noncommittally: "It's you who underestimate the demons too much, prepare for a raging storm!"

The winged guardian angel suddenly turned his head and looked at the night owl with mixed eyes, and Ranzhi's soul told her that the night owl was definitely not the master of the wild words, as long as he said so, the Twenty Emperors would definitely be able to break free from the shackles of the golden realm.

But is this possible? The talent realm of the Holy Heaven Temple, how can a small Demon Emperor break free? This golden realm of his hand has killed countless Demon Emperors, and none of them can break through her strongest defense.

Just as the Winged Guardian Angel was thinking, the golden ball suddenly shot out a line of water, and the water that had been accumulated to the limit was like a sharp scalpel, cutting the earth through an undetectable crack. I don't know how strong this current is, but the current directly cuts off the leylines of the earth, and the ground begins to tremble slightly, which is a harbinger of a major earthquake.

It's a pity that there is no warning from birds and beasts, and even mutant beasts have long been frightened by the breath of the demons and fled.

The cracks in the golden sphere grew, and finally with a loud roar, a hurricane gushed out with floodwater. Everyone stood thousands of meters away, still feeling the bitter wind, and the raindrops smashed into their heads and faces like bullets. Even some demon generals who were not strong were almost beaten into a sieve, if it weren't for the protection of the night owl and others, the outbreak of the Twenty Emperors this time might cause large-scale accidental injuries.

After a black monstrous wave swept over, the black tornado in the sky swept towards the Twenty Emperors again as if welcoming its master.

Everyone could see clearly that the appearance of the Twenty Emperors was extremely miserable, and in the golden realm, no matter how strong the attack he launched, how much damage he would suffer. Now he doesn't have a single intact skin on his body, blood and scars are intertwined, but he has broken through the strongest defense in mythology!

The Twenty Emperors bared their bloodshot teeth and smiled fiercely at the winged guardian angels.

"Come on, let's fight again!"

This is the well-known martial idiot, the martial idiot who is bent on challenging the strong, this kind of person will only become stronger after being rubbed. Everyone felt that the Twenty Emperors had a different temperament in many places, but the night owl could see it clearly, the Twenty Emperors actually broke through the shackles of the rank and became the second seventh-order powerhouse with the strength of the Demon God!

It was no accident that the Twenty Emperors were able to break through the bottleneck of the Seventh Order, he was originally a genius among the princes, and he had stayed at the peak of the Sixth Order for thousands of years. After coming to Earth, he already had the strength to advance to the seventh order, but the shackles in his heart have not been able to break through.

At this moment, the Twenty Emperors were completely enlightened, the entire Demon Race had never produced a second Demon God for hundreds of millions of years, and the Twenty Emperors could be said to be a miracle in the history of the Demon Race!

Outside Yanjing City, the white-clothed saints were still numbly walking towards the military defense line, and the bullets shot at their bodies, and a large area of blood would suddenly shoot out. Yet it was as if they did not know what fear was, and allowed their companions to fall at their feet.

And those who were shot and fell to the ground, as if they were protected by the gods, the bullets in their bodies were slowly forced out of their bodies, and the lost blood was also returned to their bodies. After a few moments, when they get back up, they will be back to normal.

The crystal spears in the hands of these white-clothed saints were not simple weapons, and when they approached the defensive line, they collectively threw the spears in their hands.

Whenever the crystal spear stabbed the soldiers, even if it was just a little bit of skin, they were like losing their souls, dropping the guns in their hands, and standing there stunned.

The three-winged archangel lying on his back in the clouds in the distance watched this scene with great interest, and there were churning clouds and mist under him, but he was as leisurely as lying on a soft leather sofa.

"I'll give you something to have some fun. "A golden point of light suddenly appeared in front of the three-winged archangel, and if you look closely, you can find that the distribution of these points of light is exactly the same as that of the white-clothed saint below.

Opposite these white points of light, there were some faint points of light, which were soldiers who had just been robbed of their souls. The palm of his hand smeared over these points of light, and these points of light unexpectedly emitted a dazzling halo, and they were actually linked.

The army below was in the middle of a big battle, and he was horrified to find that the guns in his hands were useless. Those white-clothed saints suddenly had a milky white shield of light on their bodies, blocking all those special bullets.

What frightened the commander even more was that those soldiers who were in a daze actually raised their guns and shot at their companions!

In just an instant, the outermost defense line of Yanjing City was lost, and there was no warning of the rout!

"What the hell is this monster!, why can't our guns kill them?" the countless soldiers roared and shot wildly.

And the commander, who was in charge of the defensive front, shouted frantically over the walkie-talkie to retreat. These soldiers were well-trained, and they were orderly even when they retreated, but they lost a full 100,000 comrades in the first line of defense.