Will was a qualified believer, a high priest, but he was able to lead by example and take action, so that the ascetics would willingly recognize him as their leader, enough to see his piety. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The number of ascetics is not very large, and the number of ascetics belonging to Liu Feng in the entire Earth Holy See combined is less than a thousand.

But these people have extremely fanatical beliefs, indomitable will, and some of the remaining meteorite thunder and heavenly demon thunder burst power on the battlefield, which is basically harmless to them.

After the baptism of two kinds of demon thunder, the monks who survived were all real elites who had passed the test, and they were the real warriors in Liu Feng's heart who could be compared with the warriors of the witch clan in the flood era, and they were much stronger than the demon clan in front of them!

As long as the blood crystals continue, with the will they have condensed, as long as they don't die, they can fight wildly for a month until they kill all the demon clans in front of them.

Liu Shun and Li Mofeng are masters and apprentices, in the same lineage, the spear shakes, or points or sweeps, and the sharp tip of the spear always makes people unable to react, so they are passed through and swept over the vital point, becoming the soul of the gun.

Li Kui and Wang Wu, both of them are masters of using swords, the difference is that the former gives full play to the stabbing sword, the footsteps are constantly changing, the tip of the sword is at the center of the demon clan's vital eyebrows, and a little cold star mixed with a drop of blood emerges in the heart of the little demon eyebrows, and the soul disappears, leaving a corpse all the way.

Wang Wu's sword is different from Li Kui's sharpness, his sword is very round, holding the sword in both hands, basically not using the tip of the sword, but the blade of the sword is constantly sliding, forming a circle of light visible to the naked eye around him, where he passed, the little demon did not die for a while, but he could only watch his cut artery, bubbling with blood, until the blood was exhausted, falling into eternal darkness.

Compared with Li Kui's sharp technique, Wang Wu looks good at playing with a sword, but the little demon would rather die in Li Kui's hands than have his nerves cut off, break his arteries and blood vessels, and wait for death alive!

Compared with the four of them, Zhao Yang, who is also a martial artist, is very biased, and his martial arts seem to have only cultivated the double whip of body protection passed down by Liu Feng, and he has gone to the next level and exerted it to the extreme.

His weapon is a male and female double whip, he has some similarities with Liu Feng, they are both born with divine power, and the male and female double whip is a skull-crushing fierce soldier, which is not powerful, and cannot be used.

The double whip of the body protection is the only move created by Liu Feng that has both offense and defense, Zhao Yang male and female double whips, dancing and waving, waving his hands, passing by are full of broken brains, brains bursting from the little demons.

The male and female double whips, although they have a whip word, are not soft whips, but six-edged or eight-edged pagoda-shaped metal short rods made of pure gold, although they are short rods, they are only a little short compared to long weapons such as spears.

As a hard weapon among hard weapons, the double whips on the battlefield bring people a very terrifying visual impact, and the cracking sound of the "pop ~~~" brain melon seeds being constantly broken in the place where they passed, not to mention the hostile demon clan, even the warriors who followed behind Zhao Yang felt their scalps tingle.

Different from the ten zhang true body of the martial artist, Wu Xiu, the five young generals who have broken through the realm and reached the true body of the hundred-zhang witch, have higher potential than Zhang Pengfei, Wu Bing, Guo San, and Dong Wei.

Wang Xiaoxiao, Hu Fei, Zhu Chang, Sun Yanwu, and Chen Chen, all holding a shield in one hand and an axe in the other, showing their true bodies, the shield in their left hand was erected in front of them, slamming forward, the blockers were invincible, and the little demons who were knocked into flesh and mud alive did not know how many!

Those who are relatively strong, who can't die when hit, who have rough skin and thick flesh that resist fighting, who serve with axes in their right hands, and who are knocked away by shields, have no time to adjust their bodies in mid-air, let alone dodge, and the enemies who are knocked out have already been turned in half under the sharp blade of the axe.

In addition to Li Mofeng and Wang Wu, there are eight new masters, among which Wang Xiaoxiao is still a heroine, which has already made Liu Feng very satisfied.

The rest of the living people, at a glance, except for the team of warriors, among the witch cultivators, there are no monks less than ten zhang tall, these monks, as long as they can grow up, their souls are firm enough, before the great witch, there is no bottleneck!

The martial artists are a little worse, there are many of them, and it is difficult to keep those who are very lucky, who have survived the sneak attack of the demon clan, but have not awakened the will of the martial arts.

Although these people have also been promoted one after another under the perception of other people's continuous breakthroughs, they have not awakened the will of martial arts, and their foundation is insufficient after all.

All of a sudden, all the strength of 500,000 people greatly improved, Liu Feng was happy in his heart, and the Lion Saint, who was the enemy, naturally frowned.

His eyes kept looking in Liu Feng's camp, carefully inspecting the meteorite thunder and the heavenly demon thunder that exploded together, and the aftermath shook each other, which should have formed a thunderstorm in a small area, but the reality was that the aftermath was subsidency and weirdly fast.

Carefully examining the direction in which the aftermath disappeared, his puzzled gaze gradually became sudden, Zhang Pengfei approached his thousand-zhang tall body, and a small black cloth bag around his waist entered his line of sight.

I quickly filtered the sack-shaped witchcraft of the Wu clan in my mind, and a headache name came to mind - windbags!

No wonder, they can oscillate with each other, annihilating the number of Heavenly Demon Thunder and Meteorite Thunder on the battlefield, which only caused such a small result, the Demon Banner can only absorb evil energy, while the wind bag can absorb all the spiritual energy!

Among them, naturally including the Star Divine Thunder used by the Demon Clan to deal with the Wu Clan, including the Emperor Flowing Pulp, I am afraid that they have sent a lot to the enemy!

The entanglement between the demon clan and the witch clan is too deep, the two clans study each other's methods, give each other a crack, all things in heaven and earth are mutually reinforcing, there is no absolutely invincible means, a contest of calamity, the secret method of the two clans against each other, even they don't know how many kinds.

"It's a pity, the sun star has no owner, otherwise, a big sun star banner is enough to break the windbag, I really can't imagine that the extinct wind bird can be found, and it is also successful in refining the windbag, miscalculated. ”

On the battlefield, the most troublesome thing is not some powerful magic weapons, but those magic weapons that can increase the overall combat effectiveness of the race, such as windbags!

"The Lord of Radiance has awakened, but it's a pity that we haven't been contacted yet, otherwise, a scarab beetle can solve these disgusting demonic qi. ”

The Lion Saint glanced at the divine monk who spoke, and did not answer, although he accepted the so-called kindness of the divine system, it did not mean that he would betray Nuwa and the demon clan.

Wanting these people under his command to worship the so-called Lord of Light is quite simple, but it means that he wants to change his faith and convert all the people of the entire territory to the Lord of Light!

If it is not my race, its heart will be different, not only the Wu clan firmly believes, but the demon clan is also xenophobic, the god system, if it is not for Nuwa Niangniang to change to the god system and become the god king, the god system is in the eyes of the lion saint, it is an outsider, and it is not a fart!

These monks of the god system, turning around and around, knocking on the side, all kinds of temptations, just for the believers, no matter how good you say, the lion saint will never allow two voices to appear under his command.

What's more, this pathetic guy doesn't know that the so-called Pope of the Lord of Radiance is just a fake, and the real Pope of the Lord of Light is the ancestral witch opposite!

"Hey...... How could Lao Tzu tell you this kind of news? The Lord of Radiance has indeed woken up, and Lao Tzu has exchanged this news for benefits, and as for the rest, Lao Tzu has no obligation to explain your doubts. ”

The lion saint sneered in his heart, the ambition of the god system is not small, and he wants to take advantage of the fact that His Majesty Nuwa is asleep to make trouble with the wind and rain, and he doesn't know what attitude the other demon saints have, but he is here, it won't work!

"The rest of this batch are enemies with huge potential, if we don't completely destroy them this time, in the future, we will inevitably suffer great losses, the decisive battle has begun, you should take action. ”

The Lion Saint Fan watched the enemy who was constantly advancing in his direction, the seventy-two demon gods, after the loss of the three million Earth Demon Witch Cultivators who formed the battle array, their strength should have been much lower, and with the support of the endless evil qi of the wind bag, they had gradually improved their strength again.

Wu Clan, the most suitable place to improve combat effectiveness, is indeed a battlefield, no matter whether it is friend or foe, as long as there are casualties, there will be evil energy, all kinds of resentment, hatred, and blood are mixed, and a whirlpool visible to the naked eye is about to form around the demon god, how can the improvement of strength not be happy!

With the same power, the number of people is less than three million, and in less than an hour, it can be seen how terrifying the speed of the Wu Clan's strength improvement on the battlefield is.

"Then it's up to us, if you want to say that this tide offensive, although the demon clan is strong, compared to the immortal god system, it is far inferior!"

The reason why this battlefield is encircled by the demon clan is that the lonely souls and wild ghosts wandering in the battlefield are not allowed to be taken away by the evil cultivators of Buddhism and Xuanmen, it is that the immortal spirits in the god system are playing ghosts.

The bones, blood, and souls accumulated over tens of millions of years, in the eyes of the Immortal God System, there is no place that can benefit them more than this central battlefield.

I don't know how many souls they have secretly raised, how many skeleton soldiers have been buried, and how many blood resentment knights have been formed, even if they only use one-tenth of the number, it is enough to drown the number of demons prepared by the demon clan this time.

In their opinion, the so-called tide offensive of the demon clan was not worth mentioning at all in front of their immortal gods.

The lion saint is extremely vague to hide the disgust in his eyes, the demon clan can use corpses as food, but it is unbearable to be gnawed flesh and blood, and the bones have been buried in the ground, but they are driven out as a means of attack.

To be eaten by them, it is a heavenly burial, but the corpse that has been turned into bones, and it is still driven, that is blasphemy!

"The belonging of all life, the paradise of resurrection from the dead, the mystery of the immortal soul, the kingdom of eternal life, the power of the gods, the canopy of the dead, the tide of immortality!"

A group of apostles of the gods who were dressed in black robes and cloaks that even covered their heads, but could not hide their thin and fleshless figures, as well as the faint rancid smell coming from their bodies, made people disgusted at a glance, and sang loudly in a frustrated yin and yang, with a high-pitched voice, but there was a chilling gloom.