[Ninety-three percent.] 】

In the endless dark abyss, the dark qi was already so thin that it was invisible, just like a pure Tianshan lake, and at a glance, you could see the situation at the bottom from the top of the dark abyss, which was extremely clear.

At the bottom of the dark abyss, different exotic flowers and plants grow, thriving, quite a paradise. These flowers and plants are incomparably precious in the destiny.

Pure white creatures, with a peaceful atmosphere, play freely and happily in the mountains and forests, bringing vitality to this area.

No one could have imagined that under the dark abyss, there would be such a scene.

Qin Fang quietly watched the gods who were constantly dying, and felt sad, but at this moment, all Qin Fang could do was to stand quietly, he couldn't help anything.

The Tree of Life, Tibetan Land and others also stood quietly, as if watching an epic blockbuster.

Xue Qing'er was still waiting, like a beautiful statue between heaven and earth, looking at the battle in the distance, but the dangerous aura on her body was getting heavier and stronger.

"Boss, shall we find a way to kill the God of Darkness twice?"

The fall of the dark god is a foregone conclusion.

If Zangtu and the others were involved in the attack at this moment, they might be counted as killers, and they might be able to gain a lot of experience and even drop it.

It's just that the god of darkness has gone berserk at this moment, and the god of darkness around him has spread for thousands of meters, and if the creatures are close, it must be death, and it is almost impossible to meet the god of darkness.

Tibetan soil is melee combat, and it is impossible to get close.

As for Qin Fang, at this time, he only felt endless exhaustion swept over.

In Qin Fang's mind, the system prompt sound had been ringing non-stop for a long time.

[Ding, player detected: My situation is extremely inappropriate, please go offline in time.] 】

【Ding, detected】

Qin Fang's state was like a return to light, and he was only holding on with his willpower, and he wanted to see the death of the dark god.

After all, Qin Fang had withstood the impact of the two great gods, and this feeling of comfort.

At this moment, Qin Fang didn't dare to say a word, he was just relying on his breath to hold on.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The sound of self-explosion sounded, and the divine craftsman Zhang Ling exploded, turning into a rain of light in the sky, melting into the infinite darkness.

Even if it is death, he wants to use his own power to wash away the darkness.

The god of space blew himself up.

The dragon's eyes blew themselves up.

The artifact self-detonates.

In an instant, the scene was tragic.

The prophet looked at this group of former friends, the gods who blew themselves up, and couldn't help but shed two lines of blood and tears.

Airplanes!

The prophet God has revealed his true essence again, and he is going to fight hard.

This time, at such a great cost, the dark god must die.

It's just that this time the body of the prophet God, the willow leaves have fallen very little, like an old man in the twilight, and the whole no longer has a jade-like luster, and the spots are diffuse, like old age spots, gently smelling, and even being able to smell the breath of death.

The breath of the willow tree was sluggish, but in the next second, the willow tree spontaneously combusted from the root of the tree, and the breath of the prophet god became violently vigorous, and countless branches that fell willow leaves, like golden dragons, bombarded the god of darkness.

The rest of the gods are all bleeding and grief-stricken, prophet God? In a way, it is no less than a spiritual totem-like existence, but today, he burned himself and gave everything.

For a time, the dark god was defeated.

"Kill me? Even if you pay such a price, but our gods, not to mention thousands or thousands of gods, and the human race, are destined to become slaves of my gods. ”

[Ninety-seven percent.] 】

The god of darkness seemed to sense that the tide was turning, and silently spoke to the prophetic god.

The prophet's eyes burned: "I, a man of the human race, dare to fight and dare to be the first, as long as the human race is not destroyed, kill one today, kill one tomorrow, you ancient moths, will eventually kill you all." ”

"Haha, what a joke, old willow, you can't kill me, as long as the darkness doesn't go out, one day, I will be resurrected, and you? Once you die, you can't reappear. ”

The god of darkness felt the dark aura within the dark abyss completely dissipate, and his last barrier was reduced to nothingness.

It's time to die.

[100 percent.] 】

"Really? Do you know? The Valhalla, which was designed by the human race in imitation of the Heavenly Palace, seems to be usable. ”

The Prophet God didn't seem to panic, and with a smile on his lips, he revealed the news to the Dark God.

The dark god was shocked when he heard this, and then fell silent.

"Come on, you and I will have the last battle."

The god of darkness absorbs the last wisp of darkness and restores his state to its peak.

The Prophet violently burned half of his own torso, and also raised his own aura to the peak.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

The still alive elf god, divine craftsman Liu Long, etc., want to help. But the terrifying damage caused by the fluctuations of the battle made it impossible for them to move forward, and they could only watch quietly.

The battle between these two gods exceeded their cognition, and it seemed that they were out of the level of gods.

"Don't be stunned, there are a lot of good things under the dark abyss, go collect them."

Just as the elven god and the divine craftsman Liu Long were anxiously waiting, the voice of the prophet god sounded, and they immediately let them leave.

Under the dark abyss, the dark aura that used to be extremely thick is shrouded, who can go down except for the god of darkness?

After so many years of gestation, the treasures below must make people blush.

Without the blessing of a massive amount of dark energy, the prophet God was confident that he could kill the dark god, which was his confidence.

Divine craftsman Liu Long and the others immediately left and went to the bottom of the dark abyss.

The Tibetan soil, the tree of life, was also taken down by him.

As for Qin Fang, he was still left in place, and the divine craftsman Liu Long could also see Qin Fang's situation, and at this moment, he couldn't move.

"Boy, I'm giving you a chance to make up for the death of your pet."

Divine craftsman Liu Long spit out this sentence, that is, he left the Tibetan soil, the tree of life. Turning into a locust, he quickly harvested everything around him, and he was ready to dig three feet into the ground and pack everything away.

Tibetan soil, the tree of life looked at the scene in front of him, and his eyes suddenly lit up, but in an instant, his face darkened.

[Ding, you are collecting the legendary Dark Herb: Dark Dragon Tobacco.] If the success rate of collection is low, do you want to continue to collect? 】

[Ding, collection failed.] 】

[Ding, collection failed.] 】

Isn't that a joke?

This dark dragon tobacco is already one of the most inconspicuous grasses, as lush as a weed on the side of the road. Divine craftsman Liu Long and others didn't even look at it.

Rao is like this, Tibetan Tu and others still can't collect a single plant.

Tibetan soil is almost vomiting blood, these four weeks? Any herb or stone is worth a lot of money, but he can't get any of it, which is a really painful thing.

[Ding, collection failed.] 】

[Ding, collection failed.] 】

In the face of such a system prompt, the tree of life was about to cry.

In the next second, the elven god sympathized with their plight, so he threw a ray of light at each of them.

[Ding, congratulations on obtaining the God-level Gathering Technique (temporary.)] 】

[Ding, congratulations on obtaining the God-level Gathering Technique (temporary.)] ）】

(End of chapter)