"What the hell are those things!" the silver-haired killer gasped.

Another female (性xìng) killing god exclaimed: "It's bad, he shouldn't be the evil god who has gained fame recently, right?"

As soon as these words came out, many believers were terrified.

Some believers even trembled: "Well, yes, I don't want to fight a person of this level." ”

"If you want to fight, it's only fair that my god comes to fight him. ”

The silver-haired killing god said angrily: "What are you afraid of! What kind of dog (fart) evil god, I never believe it! You see his embarrassed appearance, wherever there is a little god demeanor, give me it! Kill him!"

"Xiang Nan boy!" The big snake said quickly: "You can't delay any longer, there are too many people in this group, and every casual combination of their shots is enough to crush you!"

No matter how powerful Xiang Nan is, it is impossible for him to withstand the combined attack of thousands of Heavenly Tribulation Nine Martial Artists at the same time.

And this time, Xiang Nan opened the dream path to summon the Nether Giants, although he didn't summon all the 12,000 Nether Monsters, but he also summoned all the Nether Giants except for the Nether Dragon.

Moreover, the Nether Giants have been around for too long in order to resist the wall of light.

That made Xiang Nan's only eleven minutes of dream time compressed in a straight line to only seven minutes left.

"Throw it out of me!" Xiang Nan roared.

Thousands of Nether Giants turned the wall of light back towards each other at the same time.

"Oops!" many believers were shocked.

The silver-haired killing god roared, "Quick, quickly take back your qi and dismantle that wall of light!"

This wall of light is a mortal threat to Xiang Nan, but conversely, it is also true for those believers.

From the believers to the jailers, they all panicked, and one by one they were busy pumping their own qi from the oncoming wall of light.

This wall of light is a mixture of the qi of more than a thousand warriors, and one person can't dispel it at all, so everyone must do it simultaneously.

Taking advantage of this time, Xiang Nan quickly retracted the Nether Giant into his dream, and he charged over with the wall of light.

The huge wall of light continued to decompose as it flew, and the qi was withdrawn from the wall and returned to the bodies of the warriors as beams of light.

When the wall of light was only five meters away from the warriors, this wall of light was finally completely torn apart.

At the same time, Xiang Nan held the knife in both hands, turned into a shadow, and landed in the center of the crowd with a bang.

The silver-haired killing god reacted quickly and said, "He wants to fight with us in close combat, so that we can't gather the shield again, everyone go up together and bury him alive for me!"

The black-pressed crowd swarmed towards Xiang Nan like a tide.

This crowd engulfed Xiang Nan in one fell swoop.

And at the moment before Xiang Nan was engulfed, a low shout also pierced out.

"Netherworld, explode!"

In the sea of people, Xiang Nan was completely submerged, and he couldn't even see a shadow.

But then, the countless Heavenly Tribulation Nine Masters suddenly all floated up, their feet off the ground!

"Oh no!" Eleven prisoners, and eleven god-killers, all felt an unprecedented threat to their lives.

"Escape!" a prisoner clenched his hands into fists and sank to the ground with a snort.

"Bing Jie!" A prisoner's (body shēn) body violently disintegrated into countless elements.

"Heaven and earth transfer!" Wen Hai quickly sealed, and a big gossip figure suddenly appeared on the ground, putting eleven killing gods and eleven prisoners into the gossip map, and at the same time, this gossip map disappeared suddenly, and even the people above the array map disappeared together.

In the next moment, these twenty-two people appeared outside Dao Hell Mountain together.

It was also at the same time that the gossip map disappeared, thousands of soldiers who engulfed Xiang Nan and didn't have time to evacuate exploded violently.

Call!

A clockwise black tornado rises from the ground!

Thousands of Nether Dragons, mixed with thousands of Nether Giants, were flying out in the explosion of the Heavenly Tribulation Ninefold Sword.

The tyrannical chaos of these ghostly monsters annihilated and destroyed all the material within a radius of ten miles to the south of Xiang!

Although the speed of this world is limited, the fastest can only reach subsonic speed.

Xiang Nan's Netherworld Tribulation broke out this time, and he only had time to explode three or four thousand Netherworld Monsters.

But the more than 1,000 warriors at the scene still have no chance of surviving.

These people were shattered inch by inch by the crazy ghost monster (shooting shè), and they were torn apart by (shooting shè) and collapsed into small black holes.

The entire explosion lasted a total of three seconds.

Three seconds later, all the ghostly monsters disappeared collectively, and Xiang Nan knelt on one knee with a giant knife and gasped.

More than 1,000 masters, more than 1,000 masters of the Nine Tribulations, not one remains!

At the exit, eleven believers, eleven prisoners, plus Na Wenhai and the warden of the Tianyan Sect, hurried back.

When they saw the horror of the devastation, they were all stunned.

"People...... What about people! damn it, people!" the silver-haired killer screamed hysterically.

A prisoner was extremely dignified, and scolded coldly: "Haven't you reacted yet, all the people have been killed by that kid!"

The silver-haired Killer God didn't want to believe this fact, he shook his head and roared, "This can't be! Don't tell me, you yourself will believe this kind of nonsense!"

The faces of many prisoners were solemn, and the prisoner who spoke before had no mind, and paid attention to the silver-haired killing god, he stared at Xiang Nan deadly, and said in a deep voice: "I met the big guy this time!"

"Brothers, I'm afraid we've kicked the hard iron plate this time. ”

Even the prisoner said such a thing, and the silver-haired killing god had to accept the reality.

Another prisoner ((舔tiǎn)tiǎn) (舔tiǎn)tiǎn) had a twisted expression of fear mixed with excitement on his lips, a twisted table (情qíng) mixed with excitement on his face.

The prisoner said: "Don't be afraid! The martial arts he used just now also consumed a huge amount of money on him, have you all felt it, there is something on him (body shēn), and it has come to an end!"

The other prisoners nodded slightly.

But the eleven killing gods didn't feel anything, passing from Xiang Nan (身shēn).

What Xiang Nan lost was not his qi and strength, but his dream time!

The prisoners actually felt this abstract thing with their powerful sixth sense.

Another female prisoner said, "He can only release such a large-scale martial art once, otherwise, he will have released it a second time to kill us!"

"That kid!" The female prisoner looked at Wen Hai, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Good job!"

After that, the eleven prisoners turned into eleven afterimages and landed around Xiang Nan one after another, and they formed a big circle and surrounded Xiang Nan.

A tall prisoner smiled at the Killing Gods: "No matter what you wretches think, but this battle, we are decided!"

"You must not let go of such a great opportunity to fight against a peerless master!"

The rest of the Killing Gods looked at the silver-haired Killing God one after another.

The silver-haired killing god gritted his teeth and roared, "Fence me up! Give me the Xuantian Sword!"

The ten killing gods were also iron-hearted, and they jumped over one by one with a cold face, and surrounded Xiang Nan with the prisoners.

One of the Killing Gods threw a glorious long sword to the silver-haired Killing God. Twenty-one people, surrounded Xiang Nan, and the silver-haired killing god held the Xuantian Sword in his hand, standing outside the circle with the two wardens, waiting for an opportunity.