"Uh, it hurts!" Luo Shaoqiang fainted the moment he accepted the seal.

Luo Yang gasped heavily, and used his dexterity to throw Luo Shaoqiang out. Taking advantage of Niu Yanfang's support, he scanned the battlefield again with enough eyesight, and couldn't help nodding and said: "Okay, the front and rear spaces have been blocked, and it has become difficult to teleport remotely, and the enemy's troop increase has slowed down by seven or eight percent." Be careful, I'll go back and rest for a while. ”

Rolling Earth Dragon smiled: "Uncle Luo, hurry up and rest! This little scene is enough for us juniors." ”

Okay! This guy is familiar with himself, and he thinks that Luo Shaoqiang is the nephew of the Luo family, and since everyone has a friendship of running away side by side, he also has to be a second-generation god.

"Don't completely copy the ancient god of war's divine crest, it contains a lot of private goods, which will make you a space-time coordinate, use the Xuantian war crest to confuse the public! Luo Yang pointed to the Rolling Earth Dragon before leaving, full of expectations for the four of them.

"Damn, I knew there wouldn't be a pie in the sky, and there was a problem. The rolling dragon scolded, lucky to get the mantle of the god of war, but the luck is too good to make people suspicious, as a fat man with quality, he often looks at the world with suspicion.

The money is tiring enough, but the results are beyond imagination. The treasures and treasures that the Protoss carried with them were all in their pockets, and Meng Weiyang couldn't look down on them, but she was very rare.

"It seems that the boss has paid a lot. Meng Weiyang looked at Luo Yang's back, it is absolutely unusual to leave the battlefield at this time, you must know that Zhang Xiaoman is still fighting, if it is not for the state to fall to a certain extent, the hard support will hold on.

"Uncle Meng, hurry, don't stand stupidly, the Aguli in the north are about to rush out, and there is a powerful spirit in their spine, and we continue to confuse them. "Money is coming and screaming, and I have become addicted to battlefield robbery.

The wind and clouds are surging, the battlefield continues to heat up, the Dayan Dynasty and Yanhuang University have invested a lot of forces, these two forces have taken the lead, and many masters have begun to assemble on the battlefield.

The enemy is not easy to get along with, and even the core members brought by Luo Yang have been damaged, and the killing is shaking, so that the earth is covered with magma fire lines, like a flame fishing net.

"Luo Yang!"

There was a roar of sadness from the battlefield, and the undead Zhang Xiaoman fell into the downwind, and there were divine patterns circulating in the air, converging into a circle of wheel-like divine rings and suppressing them, Zhang Xiaoman seized the opportunity to shoot out two wooden flying knives.

"Stinky woman, are you forcing me to change my body? "Undead Zhang Xiaoman looked at the wooden flying knife inserted into his chest, with hatred in his eyes!

"You don't have a chance. Zhang Xiaoman turned his back and said lightly: "Dust to dust, soil to earth, let it be weathered! Scattered in the mainstream time and space, you are not dead, we will merge into one!"

"Hmph!" The body of the undead Zhang Xiaoman was like a bamboo, but the wooden flying knife inserted into his chest suddenly burst out into a large area of emerald green, and countless green shoots came out of his body, instantly turning into a green divine vine, interspersed with the figure of the restraint constantly rising.

"No, everything withers, the Ganges decays, and my realm can be reversed. ”

"You are wrong, from birth to death is a cycle, only death without life can only be counted as half a cycle. Come back! Your consciousness is blooming, life and death are one, why bother to divide each other?" Zhang Xiaoman faintly accepted each other, not death in the true normal sense, but redemption, and the two formed a perfect circle.

"You, the woman's benevolence ......" The life bead flew high and suddenly shattered, and the undead Zhang Xiaoman broke off by himself, how much she paid in this battle, and whether she had used her heart or not, even she didn't know. However, there is one thing she can be sure of, she has no hatred for Luo Dingtian throwing her out, but there is a relief in the bottom of her heart.

"Dust to dust, soil to earth, complete!" Luo Yang has returned to the Pure Land, casually find a place to sit down, and muttered to himself from a distance, the mainstream time and space and the war nest time and space have a huge interference effect, even if the fate of the intertwined people join the undead, they will form a bond, in the final analysis, they are still in love, in love, unable or unwilling to break free.

Luo Yang straightened his expression and said: "Since it was exposed in advance, there will be more people who will try their best to enter the sea of artistic conception, they have different purposes, some people want to kill me to make a name, and some people want to take advantage of the situation to make waves and make blood and fire more fierce! From today on, the Xuantian God of War is in the Pure Land." ”

The sound of the flood was transmitted, which frightened many people, and put away that little bit of caution. The development of the Terran race is so fast, it is by no means monolithic, and the foreign race has used great strength to erode, hoping to grasp the movements of the supreme level of the Terran through eyeline.

With Zhang Xiaoman's return to the throne, many median gods on the battlefield have lost their backbones, and it is obvious that Luo Dingtian is eliminating dissidents and purifying the battle nest team.

However, this divine war did not stop, but intensified. The War Nest sent a large number of troops to launch an offensive on the area around the Pure Land, forcing the Terran camp to shrink, and finally all outside the Pure Land fell, and there was no more stronghold and town.

Luo Shaoqiang only woke up after half a month, of course, this is the time of the sea of artistic conception. Now, except for the god level, only the real body can enter!

"Hey, it hurts! What's going on?"

"Oops, Hadron, you're finally awake. Damn, the idiots from the medical team said they would be in a coma for five days at most, and it dragged on until now. ”

"You're a rolling dragon, where are we?"

"Hahaha, it's rare to remember me, and I don't talk anymore. Tell you, we are on a cliff near the edge position. Grandma's, the battle has been turned upside down in the past half a month, and the place that was originally a plain has been forced into an abyss, you better hurry up and return to the team! I heard Uncle Luo say that a lot of god-level projections have been sealed in your body, and you need to fight to refine those projections, and your current strength should be very great, as if you have stabilized the super savage dragon power of the Divine Law Period. ”

The fat man looked at Luo Shaoqiang enviously, and slandered in his heart: "The second generation of gods is really the second generation of gods, all kinds of small stoves, all kinds of help, all kinds of envy and jealousy, so this is a golden thigh, I have to hold it firmly." ”

"Boom ......"

The tent shook a few times, and then a loud voice shouted: "Ugly fat man, come with me to the battlefield, are you a girl? ”

Lin Tianbao got into the camp tent, saw Luo Shaoqiang wake up, and said with a smile: "What are you doing stupidly? ”

"Yes!" Luo Shaoqiang and the Rolling Earth Dragon hurriedly saluted.

The rumbling sound lingered, and from time to time there was a beast roar, and many holy beasts and mechanical beasts went to the battlefield, but the battle nest plane invested more.

Fighting every day, there is very little time to rest.

Promotions are gratifying, but even if you leave the joy behind. The Terran camp suffered huge damage at the beginning, but as it adapted to high-intensity battles a little bit, a group of War Emperors and War Saints emerged.

In this way, 5,000 years have been swept away, and earth-shaking changes have taken place in the sea of artistic conception.