In the midst of the battlefield of the gods, the Great Tengu is a mythical figure who possesses unparalleled power and mysterious majesty. His presence, like the brightest star in the sky, made all the gods feel awe. However, in this mortal world, an ordinary warrior named Shui Zhi killed this mythical figure in a way that no one could have foreseen.

It was a stormy battle, and Mizuki faced the Great Tengu with his weak body and courage like a frenzy. His hands streaked across the void, condensing an infinite amount of energy, the embodiment of his indomitable will and endless fury. The Great Tengu's divine power is as heavy as a mountain, but with unyielding determination, Mizuki wields this divine power like child's play.

Their battle was like thunder, and the wings of the Great Tengu pierced the sky like lightning in the night. But the figure of the water filthy is like dust in the wind, no matter what kind of attack, he stands there deadly, like an unshakable mountain. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if to say, "Even if you are a god, you can't shake me!" ”

The final blow was Shui Yan wielding the weapon in his hand with the strength of his whole body, and it was a ray of light that illuminated the entire battlefield. The Great Tengu was incomparably small in this light, and his divine power was like frost meeting the scorching sun in front of the light. That blow pierced his defenses directly and hit him.

The Great Tengu's divine power erupted in his body, and his body trembled in the light, and then collapsed like a crumbling mountain. His eyes were full of surprise and incomprehension, and he couldn't believe that he would be defeated by such a mortal. And Shui Zhen just stood there quietly, gasping, his eyes full of exhaustion, but more determined and proud.

All the gods looked in this direction, and they saw the tenacity and courage of a mortal warrior. They watched as Mizuki defeated the Great Tengu, and watched as this mythical figure manifested power beyond the gods before their eyes. They watched as the Filth defeated the most powerful existence of the Divine Disciples in a mortal way.

At this moment, he is so ordinary, but so great. He is mortal, but he is beyond God. He slain the Great Tengu, a mythical figure in the battlefield of the gods. With his mortal body, he created results that no one expected. He's a water filth, he's a hero like no other.

In the fierce battle, Mu Yu faced three powerful opponents. The woman, her physical skills are dazzling, and her movements are swift and precise, catching people off guard. Her figure streaked through the air, like a fleeting shadow, unpredictable. Mu Yu knew her strength and tried his best to dodge her attacks, but her speed and strength were obviously above Mu Yu, and he gradually fell behind.

On the other side, the man who could manipulate the earth unleashed an incomparably powerful attack. With a wave of his hands, the earth rumbled and shook as if at his command, and the sand and rocks flew with an astonishing sound. He used the earth as a weapon, and constantly launched fierce attacks, as if to destroy everything.

Moroca used his mysterious and powerful pestle to deal with his enemies. His attacks are wide open and powerful. The demon pestle danced in his hand as if it had come to life, and each swing carried a furious force and an aura of destruction. His attacks were like bolts of lightning piercing the dark sky, making people palpitate.

In the face of such a triple threat, Mu Yu's situation became more and more difficult. However, he did not give up, but resisted more resolutely. There was a determined glint in his eyes, a desire for victory and a dedication to a challenge. Despite his disadvantage, he remained calm and resilient, using his wits and courage to find a way out of the situation.

At this moment, he stood on the vast earth, his feet like tree roots deep in the soil, and a mysterious power began to surge around him, as if calling for the earth's response. He clasped his hands as if he were holding the weight of a thousand pounds, which was the power of the earth and his strength.

At the same time, an equally powerful man rushed towards Mu Yu. His eyes are as firm as iron, and every step seems to challenge the limits of heaven and earth. Between his hands, there is an invisible force, which is his control over the earth, and it is also his birthright.

Two powerful forces collided on the earth, creating a strong vibration. The shaking like an earthquake made the surrounding earth tremble, flying sand and rocks, and trees toppling, forming a mess in an instant. However, in this duel of powers, both men were unscathed, and their strength was even more powerful in the confrontation.

The power of Mu Yu is like a river, and the power of the man is like a storm, with an irresistible impact. However, no matter how the man attacked, Mu Yu could resist it with the same force. Their battle was like a carnival of the earth, a contest of strength.

Finally, when the strength of the two came together, an incomparable force burst out in an instant. The entire earth trembled, and powerful shockwaves spread out in all directions, leveling everything around them in an instant.

The black-haired man attacked first, pounced on Mu Yu like a cheetah. His movements are lightning fast, making it impossible to see. But Mu Yu seemed to anticipate his every move, like a skilled dancer, easily bypassing his attacks. He countered with incredible power and landed a punch in the abdomen with precision. The brunette man was knocked out and slammed into the wall, bending over in pain.

However, he didn't let that deter him. The physical woman, the woman who had been watching the battle from the side, rushed towards Mu Yu at an astonishing speed at this moment. Her figure fluttered in the night, like a ghost. Her attacks are sharp and swift, dazzling. Mu Yu can only turn on the thunder dodge and use his special ability to resist her attacks. His body vanished in the light, appeared behind her, and kicked her out with a heavy kick.

The battle had been going on for several minutes, but neither side was holding back. Mu Yu and the physical woman both seemed to take pleasure in each other, and they started a battle that was both fierce and elegant. Their movements were so fast that it was impossible to see, except for the sound of fists hitting flesh and the dull sound of walls being struck.

Every attack and defense is like an elaborate dance, and their movements are full of power and beauty. The fight has gone beyond a simple battle to win and lose to a show that showcases their unique skills and will.

She held a sharp dagger in her hand, and every swing carried a ruthless killing intent. Mu Yu only had an ancient sword in his hand that he never left his body, although it was full of the weight of history, but when facing the sharp dagger, it also looked a little weak.

He ran, his eyes looking for a place to hide, but the woman behind him pressed close, each attack directed at his vital point. Although Mu Yu is good at swordsmanship, he has no way to turn around and fight at this moment, so he can only continue to run forward.

In the decisive battle between Jiang Cheng and Clark, the two clashed in the fierce fire and icy cold. Jiang Cheng, this iron-blooded tough guy, wielded the heavy Jiang Cheng Dading, and every swing brought up a flame, as hot as the sun, illuminating the entire duel arena. The big tripod was as heavy as a mountain, and with unstoppable force, it smashed into Clark.

And Clark, the frost messenger, did not show a trace of fear in the face of Jiang Cheng's fierce flames. The gun in his hand was like the frost of winter, cold and tough. He aimed at Jiang Cheng and fired a shot, and what was released from the tip of the spear was no longer a bullet, but the power of cold frost. That force seemed to instantly freeze the air around it, forming a powerful cold current.

The two forces converged in the air and erupted with an astonishing burst of energy. Jiang Cheng's flames and Clark's frost compete with each other, and no one will let anyone. The interweaving of heat and cold forms a unique landscape that makes it impossible to take your eyes off it.

In the fierce battle, Clark's icy power was like an endless glacial cold current, breaking through the space and sweeping towards Jiang Cheng. The power of ice seemed to be able to freeze time, and the air around him instantly froze, and the coldness pierced Jiang Cheng like a sharp arrow.

However, Jiang Cheng did not back down. He stood like a mountain, his eyes were blazing, and the big tripod clenched with both hands seemed to weigh 10,000 catties. The big ding was like a deep black hole, constantly devouring Clark's icy power.

Under Jiang Cheng's control, Dading was like a spinning cosmic black hole, and the power of ice condensed on its surface, and then absorbed little by little. This process is both spectacular and weird, Clarke's icy power gradually dissipates under the effect of Da Ding, while Jiang Cheng's aura continues to rise.

At this time, Jiang Cheng's face was already full of sweat, and he had obviously exhausted all his strength. His body trembled, obviously unable to withstand the impact of the icy force. However, he did not give up, and the knuckles of his fingers clenching Dading turned white, which was a trace of his persistence.

Seeing this, Clarke's mouth hooked up with a sneer. He held the gun in both hands, and the power of ice condensed on the tip of the gun was even more powerful. He instantly rushed towards Jiang Cheng, intending to deal with this opponent with one shot.

However, at this moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly let out a loud shout, and the strength of his whole body seemed to rush into the Great Ding in an instant. The Great Ding instantly erupted with a powerful heat force, as if it was about to melt everything around it.

Clark's icy power collided with the heat, and it melted away in an instant. His face changed, he had never met such a powerful opponent. However, at this time, he had no time to think, so he could only gather all his strength on the tip of the gun and stab at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng was no longer able to resist this shot at this time. He could only watch as the tip of the gun stabbed at him, but he couldn't react. However, at this moment, the big tripod once again exerted its powerful power, and a wave of heat erupted from the tripod, instantly repelling Clark's attack.

Clark was repelled by the heat, and his face became extremely ugly. He never expected that his icy power would be completely absorbed by this opponent's Dading. What shocked him even more was that the opponent seemed to have found a way to resist his own icy power.

Although Jiang Cheng was exhausted at this time, his eyes revealed strong firmness and conviction. He knew that as long as he persevered, he would be able to defeat this formidable opponent.

Clark gripped Odin's spear, an artifact that had once penetrated countless worlds and led countless heroes. His eyes were determined and twinkled like stars, and the gun in his hand was like a sleeping dragon, waiting for the moment to show its might.

Called "Sleipnir", the gun was forged by powerful gnomes, its tip was sharp enough to pierce any defenses, and its shaft was made of keel, strong and flexible. Beneath the tip of its spear, neither the icy iron armor nor the blazing flames could stop its path.

At this time, Jiang Cheng's Dading looked extremely large and heavy in front of the sharpshooter "Sleipnir". It was a mysterious artifact carved with ancient runes that glowed on their own when night fell, illuminating the entire grounds.

Clark adjusted his posture, his whole body gathered in his right hand, he raised the spear above his head, and then threw it at the Dading with all his might. The spear pierced the air and let out a sharp whistle, as if to cheer for the impending victory.

When the spear hit Dading, the whole world seemed to fall silent. Then, with a loud bang, the runes on the Great Ding began to shine, as if resisting this powerful force. However, the power of Sleipnir was too strong, and the light of those runes began to fade, eventually disappearing into thin air.

Dading trembled under the attack of the spear, and then suddenly, it began to crack, and shards were scattered everywhere. At that moment, everyone held their breath, only to see the spear penetrate through the center of the Great Ding, and then continue to fly forward until it disappeared from sight.

Clark stood still, clenching the sharpshooter in his hand, his eyes full of determination and determination. He knew that he had done his job. And at this moment, Jiang Cheng looked at the broken Da Ding in front of him, and then looked at the trajectory left by the spear in the distance, and his face showed a shocked expression. He knew that he had an opponent he couldn't match.

Jiang Cheng stood in place, his hands folded, his eyes shining with determination. He knew that in order to block Clark's killer shot, he needed to awaken Shennongding's true power.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng's hands parted, and a strong light burst out from it, and the light was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look at it directly. Immediately afterwards, an ancient tripod emerged in the light - Shennong Ding. This tripod is quaint and solemn, with intricate inscriptions engraved on it, each of which seems to tell of ancient power and ancient legends.

Shennong Ding slowly rose into the air under Jiang Cheng's control, and its size was constantly changing, and finally became huge, towering on the battlefield like a mountain peak. Its presence made everyone feel a heavy sense of oppression, a kind of coercion from an ancient artifact.

And by this time, Clark's killer shot had already hit. The tip of the spear shimmered with a deep blue light, as bright as the stars in the night sky. Jiang Cheng faced this blow without any panic or evasion. He just watched quietly, and then centered on Shennong Ding, combining his spiritual power with the power of Shennong Ding.

A huge energy shield emerged from Shennong Ding, and it was like an impregnable barrier, blocking Jiang Cheng's front. The energy shield emitted an intense glow, and complex runes flickered on it.

Clark's nimbal shot hits this energy shield. The tremendous energy generated by the impact spread out like a gust of wind in all directions, blowing up countless dust and debris. But the shield stood like a wave in the sea, and it stubbornly blocked the blow.

Jiang Cheng just stood in place, without any change in expression on his face. He had already given a second order to the power of Shennong Ding in his heart - absorption.

Shennong Ding began to absorb the power of Clark's killing shot, and these forces formed a small storm in Shennong Ding. The storm swirled in Shennongding, making bursts of roars. Although the power of this storm is constantly weakening, under the action of Shennong Ding, it has not completely disappeared. Instead, it was transformed into a power that Jiang Cheng could use.

The process was not fast, but Jiang Cheng was not in a hurry. He knew that his battle had just begun.

Deep underground, in the deepest part of the underworld, there is a great power hidden, a wild and wild breath in a deep sleep, a wild and crazy breath. This force is like a sleeping giant, silently waiting for someone to wake it up. This power is the power of gluttony.

Suddenly, this force was released violently like a volcanic eruption, and the entire dungeon trembled, and a strong air current rushed through the dungeon like a whirlwind. Those ancient spirits, those ancient histories, all seem to be awakened at this moment, they are fluttering in the wind, as if paying tribute to that new force.

It was Yang Cake, and he was burly, standing like a mountain in the depths of the underworld. His eyes shimmered with a fiery light, as if stars had descended on the earth. The power that emanated from his body was powerful and wild, and it was after he absorbed all the gluttonous inheritance, and finally woke up at this time.

There was gluttonous power flowing through his body, a wild and crazy power, the power of a beast. He felt his change, he felt his strength, he felt his wildness. He roared, his voice echoing through the dungeon like thunder, causing all the souls to tremble.

His body began to glow faintly, it was the gluttonous power that penetrated his body, every inch of skin, every nerve, was slowly transformed by this power. He felt as if a tremendous force was surging within his body, scorching like lava and raging like a raging wind. It was as if his body had become a container, constantly absorbing this power, merging it into his bloodline, his soul.

His body vibrated violently, as if it was about to be torn apart by this force. However, he endured with tenacity because he knew that this was the only way for him to seek strength. His heart was beating vigorously, and with each beat, there was an increase in strength. His five senses became sharper, and his thinking became clearer.