With the power of two people, he defeated eight million gods.

The Divine Clan is not an ordinary miscellaneous fish, even the worst ones have the level of Da Luo Jin Immortal, five or six levels higher than the existence of the Golden Body Stage.

And the Mixed Yuan Immortal Emperor, who is second only to the Infinite Immortal Emperor, has 100,000 people, to say the least.

Coupled with the Demon Yuan pollution, there were even a small number of quasi-immeasurable realm powerhouses among them, and their strength was the strongest, even reaching the level of Meng Xiang when he first came to the Nine Continents.

You must know that at that time, Meng Xiang could easily annihilate the Golden Body Stage with the power of his fingers, which can be imagined as the terrifying strength of the god clan.

Although now that the power of the Nine Continents has been issued, the Golden Body Period has reached the bottom level, there is absolutely no one who can kill seven in and seven out of these eight million god clans like Meng Xiang and Ah Chou.

However, even so, Meng Xiang and Ah Chou couldn't slaughter the gods like mowing grass.

Every move and every style requires all efforts to annihilate a few thousand and eight hundred enemies, which is a rare loss for the eight million gods.

If they continue to fight like this, it is only a matter of time before Meng Xiang and Ah Chou's mana run out, and when the time comes, as long as there is a momentary stagnation, the surrounding gods will tear the two of them to pieces.

What's more, at the top, the Tiankui Star who was fighting in the first place hadn't moved yet.

"Damn it!"

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking up at this battle, Kunpeng's body was trembling.

All of them are accumulating non-stop.

But Kunpeng couldn't sit still anymore: "Let's just watch like this? If the two of them continue like this, sooner or later they will be consumed by the gods! I don't care, I'm going to help!"

"Don't go!"

Before Kunpeng could take a step, a slender jade hand grabbed him.

Looking back, it was Rou Xinyue who had become the queen of the elves who stopped Kunpeng.

Just now, when the gods arrived on the seventh continent, her race, the sixth continent where the elven race was located, had been destroyed.

After losing her home, she endured her grief and said silently: "Before the demon comes, we can only accumulate strength here! ”

"But......" Kunpeng wanted to say something, but he really couldn't say it.

Looking up, on the sky, facing the endless god clan, Meng Xiang and Ah Chou were fighting desperately and bloodily.

Unwilling and nested, spontaneously born.

"Hey!" Kunpeng stomped his foot angrily, and finally returned to his original position and continued to charge his strength.

Devil, won't talk nonsense with you.

In the eyes of the devil, we are like mosquitoes.

When it arrives on the Seventh Continent, once it is stopped by mosquitoes, the only thing it can do is to shoot the mosquitoes to death.

And the way he shoots the mosquitoes to death is to ensure that no mosquito can escape: [extinction].

In this battle, all the powerhouses of the Nine Continents cannot participate, and once they participate, even if they don't die, they will consume true yuan.

If you want to deal with [extinction], you must gather the true essence of all the strong, raise it to the limit, and work together to resist.

If you can't stop [Extermination], any battle is meaningless, if you can let go of [Extermination], after the demon is weakened, and then use your remaining strength to defeat the gods together, the Nine Continents will have hope of victory.

For this reason, all the strong must gather and accumulate strength together.

The longer the charging time, the stronger the true element of the resultant force.

It is precisely because of this situation that Kunpeng feels guilty.

Let Meng Xiang, an outsider, and a child like Ah Chou, face the god clan, as the head of the clan, but he can only stay in the rear front and watch.

Not only Kunpeng, but everyone present was a strong man with a name and surname, and everyone felt extremely guilty.

Let outsiders and children fight for us? What are we strong?

But there is no way, this is the only chance to win.

Even if dignity is humiliated, everyone can only go according to the plan.

Before the demon appears, everyone must endure!

"I didn't expect that I would have to cooperate with you today?"

Xiao Xiao, the patriarch of the Heroic Spirit Clan, said, and on his festering facial features, the only intact mouth hooked up a bitter smile of disgust.

What he said was the snow Wushuang beside him.

When Xue Wushuang heard this, his handsome face couldn't help but show a trace of iron blue.

"When the totem clan wedding, you didn't participate on the grounds of accumulating strength, in fact, there is another reason, because I participated, you refused to come, right?"

Xue Wushuang glanced at Xiao Xiao and asked as if he was a little afraid.

Xiao Xia's mouth was slightly pursed, and after a moment, he looked up at the sky, as if he had recalled something bad.

"That's right, it's useless for us to go, it's better to accumulate strength, and second... It's also because you're here, that we're not going!"

Xue Wushuang's expression was even more ugly.

"It's been more than 30,000 years, and you still hate me?" Xue Wushuang asked.

"Hmph. Xiao Xiao sneered: "Are you embarrassed to ask?!"

"I..."

When Xue Wushuang heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only bow his head and say, "I'm sorry." ”

"Don't tell me I'm sorry!"

Xiao Xiao scolded angrily, and roared with a murderous taste: "Say sorry to the 437 people in my tribe! Say sorry to the 42 children in my tribe, yes... My brother Meng Xiwang said I'm sorry to go!"

For 30,000 years, Xiao Xiao has always remembered this hatred.

In order to retrieve Ling Hongyue, Xue Wushuang did not suppress his true pressure at all, and forcibly crushed Xiao Xiao and Meng Xiwang's tribe.

Of the four hundred and thirty-nine people, only Xiao Xiao and Meng Xiwang survived in the end.

It's because of the snow matchless!

Even in the past 30,000 years, Xue Wushuang has been committed to inheriting Ling Hongyue's will and leading the Tianyi Clan to work for peace in the Nine Continents.

But this hatred is engraved in the depths of the soul.

Xiao Xiao will never forget.

"In this battle, we still cooperate, at the beginning, I hope and the demon fought to a draw, and it took 30,000 years of peace to usher in Meng Xiang, and this time, what I don't want is just a short-term peace. ”

In the end, Xiao Xiao still suppressed the anger in his heart and said with the greatest rationality.

When Xue Wushuang heard this, he also had a low face, so he could only nod silently.

Looking at her back, Xiao Xiao snorted sneeringly.

"When this battle is over, the account between us will be counted again!" said Xiao Xiao viciously.

When Xue Wushuang heard this, he couldn't help but look even more gloomy.

After hesitating for a long time, she said, "If you can win, then I will personally repay you the blood debt caused by my ignorance 30,000 years ago." ”

"That's the best. ”

Even though there were some discordant voices, but for example, the strong team of hundreds of people remained unanimous, doing their best to accumulate true yuan, waiting for the arrival of the demon.

At the same time, on the heavenly dome, there are also variables on the side of Ah Chou and Meng Xiang.

Fighting with all their might, Meng Xiang and Ah Ugly's true yuan has obviously bottomed out, but there is no sign of defeat.

On the contrary, the loss of eight million gods has exceeded 500,000.

Although there are many people in the gods, for the huge simulation world, they are an important combat force for sweeping, and it doesn't matter if they lose a little, but if they lose too much, it will seriously affect the speed of the sweep of the simulation world after breaking through the Nine Continents.

You must know that the blood-colored luck is very strong, and the blood-colored luck of the orcs alone has created a deer for nothing.

If the entire simulation world is threatened, if the blood-colored luck generated by it gives birth to another son of ten thousand worlds, it will be very unfavorable to the demon.

Therefore, sweeping the simulation realm requires a large number of gods to ensure speed, and ensure that even if the son of ten thousand worlds appears, he will not have time to grow.

But the gods are constantly being consumed by Meng Xiang and Ah Chou.

Seeing the continuous loss of the god clan, the Tiankui Star at the top of the sky dome couldn't sit still.

He put away his contempt and said in a low voice: "The gods and clans listen to the order, and all the members retreat and stand by!"

As soon as the words fell, all the members of the god clan stopped, like obedient machines, and retreated behind Tiankuixing.

And Ah Chou and Meng Xiang, who were covered in blood all over their bodies at the moment, panting like cows, were firmly looking at Tiankuixing.

Seeing this, Tian Kuixing couldn't help but reveal a cruel sneer.

"You two, you're really tenacious, right, I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, since you insist on blocking the demon's footsteps, so... Let's try to stop me!"

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Beginning with this chapter, each chapter will be followed by a two- to four-word word.

It's not about word count, and making up two or three words in a chapter won't affect revenue and reader spending.

This is in preparation for the new book.

Because the new book involves some smiling words, I need to do a practical test to determine if it is a blocking word, hoping to understand.

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