I worked for a day yesterday, and I was so sleepy, and my eyelids fought at night, and I didn't want to open them when I closed them, so I couldn't move.

This is yesterday's, and today is the back. =

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The flowing sand gradually covered the head of the Lighteer, devouring little by little, until it completely overwhelmed him in his begging and extravagant eyes. The grit wrapped around the Light God was like a cocoon, slowly twisting, and blood instantly overflowed from the gaps between the gravels. Little by little, they come together and drip to the ground.

"Hey, he's our companion!", someone among the Lerians shouted at Rosie, disgruntled, "You shouldn't be like this!"

Rosie shrugged his shoulders, "So what should I do? Let his divine source be plundered by the bastards made of the sand on the other side?and then he will become stronger, giving him the ability to kill more people until Jerut kills all the opponents in the South?", Rosie scoffed at the foolish kindness of these people, "If one day I become like that, I welcome any of you to do the same." This is a war, and victory is the ultimate goal, not fulfillment. ”

Among the group, only Olisny and Fred showed an approving look, the former lived at the bottom of society, surviving in betrayal and betrayal every day, and the latter, whose rich experience gave him a better understanding of the truth that Rossi said.

The Lerea people are too idealistic, which also has to do with the fact that they have not experienced any wars in thousands of years, and they are still as simple as a blank sheet of paper, ignorant and ridiculous.

The face of the sand man was not good-looking, the duck in his hand flew, and the light god envoy still had at least dozens of divine sources and hundreds of divine source upper limits on his body. The Divine Source is not a one-time item, and the Divine Source can be continuously restored through rest and some methods. The maximum value of this recovery is the upper limit of the divine source, and the upper limit of the divine source can be increased through cultivation, but more people choose to expand their upper limit by devouring other people's divine sources.

The cocoons suddenly scattered all over the ground, leaving only a blur of flesh and blood.

Everyone fell silent, this was not a level of battle at all, in the face of such a powerful Jerute legion, could Leria really hold on?

When the blood recedes, the passion subsides, reason once again prevails.

"I'll come!", one of Leria's heroes stepped forward, and this man was blessed by an emissary of the wind system to use the power of the wind. He had a similar experience to the previous dead god of light, both of whom rose to prominence through the Winter Tournament, so some merchants began to favor him and hype him, spending a lot of money to find a god for him and give him his abilities.

He clapped his hands, rubbing them back and forth, the wind surrounding him visibly as if he were wearing a transparent fist. It was a combat technique of his own invention, and the wind swirled wildly around his hands, creating an invisible blade. Some people may be able to hear and see the slight change in airflow, but they will never imagine the consequences of this punch falling on their body.

As soon as he got on the field, the wind was blowing at his feet, and he was carried directly into the sandman. As soon as he raised his hand, a wall of sand with a diameter of one foot appeared in front of him.

The sand wall was destroyed in an instant, and the high-speed rotating air currents were extremely violent and destructive.

The sandman was stunned, and the Wind God's fist landed on his face.

Flowing gravel tightly envelops the sandman, unloading the destructive power of the fist in a flowing way. But apparently this fist was different from what he had experienced before, the swirling air currents rolled up and blew the sand away, and this punch landed directly on his face. The strong torque made him center on his head, and the whole person shook violently, spun and flew upside down.

The Wind God raised his hand and struck several wind blades in succession, the wind and sand danced under his feet, and a slender tornado had formed in the blink of an eye. At the tip of the tornado, a dragon manifested and swooped down on the sandmen in mid-air.

Whether it was the hero from Leria's side or the hero from Jeruth, they were all slightly surprised. The means of this level are obviously not the lowest level of power, and have touched the edge of the intermediate level.

This is the real "'Dragon' Tornado"!

Seeing that the sandman was about to be swallowed by the wind dragon, the flame rope in Rossi's hand shook and plunged straight into the sandman in mid-air. At this moment, a curtain of water was directly in front of the sandman, protecting him.

The fire snake collapsed as soon as it came into contact with the water curtain, and Rosie saw that there was nothing to do, so he let go of the flame in his hand, and the flame that had lost the support of the divine source instantly dissipated into the air.

"Someone can help you alone? Shameless Jeruth! What a shame!", the Anemo envoy was a little bit of a bull's horn, he was not able to kill the sandman to avenge his brother, and his eyes were red. In fact, no one said that this battle must be fought alone, and it is okay to go on it together if you are not convinced.

The sandman on the opposite side was wrapped in a ball of blue water, slowly falling to the ground, rolling back into his camp. A witch doctor immediately treated him, and the punch of the Wind God broke through the quicksand defense system that he was proud of, and this punch was particularly real and ruthless, directly shattering half of his facial bones, and even the skin and flesh were ground into pieces.

The water god envoy glanced back, his face became cold, and he stepped out, only to be dragged back by another person.

"This one, I'll fight!"

The man who spoke was very majestic, majestic like a cow standing up, with large muscle bumps huddled together. His skin was slightly darkened, similar to brown, and he wore only a pair of yellowish pants, and there was not a single body hair visible on his body.

His steps were heavy, he stepped on the ground and rattled, and when he walked into the middle of the field, he glanced at the Wind God Envoy with disdain, and with a casual move, the stones on the ground near him shook. The stones seemed to be pulled by some force, rolling, faster and faster, and crashing into the strong man.

Rosie frowned, he hated this kind of fight that didn't fight until the last moment, never knowing how many abilities the opponent had. Thousands of gods, there are always some differences, and it is precisely these that are different that often break out into the unpopularity.

Some of the stones were very huge, not to mention thousands of catties, and they were pulled by an unknown force and rolled quickly, and smashed on the strong man.

There was no blood bursting, no flesh and blood blurring, and a huge stone figure slowly stood up from the ground, seven or eight meters high, to say the least.

"My lord Jerutmatiah, the god of the immortal mountains. ”

Feng's face suddenly became serious.

The elements of this world also have a certain degree and scope of mutual restraint, such as fire and water, wind and earth, and some elements are not as obvious as these two pairs.

Jelutmatiah, the god of the mountains, belongs to a branch of the earth system, and it is the more powerful one. The god of the mountains can control all the stones in this world, and his gods, blessed by him, can of course manipulate the stones. It's just that what people didn't expect was that this strong man didn't use common tactics, and he used continuous ability as soon as he came up, which was a bit surprising.

He must be very conceited, believing that he can crush his opponent with pure strength in a short period of time, otherwise he would not be so unrestrained.

Just as the two sides were about to start a battle, the blue sky, which had not been invaded by pollution, suddenly turned blood-red!

Everyone's heart felt as if they had been pressed against a boulder, and they couldn't breathe, and a feeling of palpitations raged in their chests!

Everyone stopped all movements, and at the same time turned their heads to look in the direction of the red and purple in the distant sky.

There is a god who has fallen!

The sky is crying!