Feeling the strangeness of the gods, Zhao Zilong's expression was indifferent, his phoenix eyes swept away, and the actions of the five god emperors fell into his eyes one by one.

The god of space was expressionless, this guy was white and flat, a face and a color didn't even have a level, he couldn't see what he was doing at all, he only saw that he was constantly pinching a pair of big hands, as if he wanted to control the space.

The god of light had a calm expression, and raised a middle finger and waved it in the air, seemingly scolding and dragging people was actually operating the light god finger he sent, although this god emperor participated in the war, he obviously couldn't work, and he didn't know what to think.

As for the dragon god and the giant god, the two god emperors were relatively close, and they seemed to have the intention of watching and helping each other, but at this time, their expressions were indifferent and they did not move, and even the two god emperors lined up three phalanxes in front of them, which seemed to be the last block.

Finally, looking ahead, the military formation in front of her changed again, and her aura turned out to be ethereal, obviously no longer intending to attack, but to drag her down, so that the military formation behind her could point to the phoenix to help.

Seeing this, Zhao Zilong snorted coldly, and the spear finally slipped down from the sky.

There is no circle, this time it is a simple vertical, from heaven to earth, perpendicular to the air, leaving a small white straight line.

It's so simple, but it makes the noisy battlefield fall silent in an instant, not because everyone is suddenly silent, but because this space is silenced, or rather, the sound is erased.

The chaotic scene was suffocated, as if time and space were all paused, and the next moment, Zhao Zilong's spear was raised, with a slight arc, intersecting and deviating from the vertical white line.

These two strokes are very slow, it feels very heavy to look at, as if the strength has been exhausted, after two strokes, Zhao Zilong's spear becomes relaxed, drawing straight arcs up and down, like a people's teacher holding a chalk brush is cleaning the blackboard.

Coiling dragon marksmanship, remnant second style, sky marks.

There is filth in the heavens and the earth, and there is no trace of it.

If the silence and stagnation of the past were short-lived and instantaneous, then it seems to become eternal at this time.

The expressions of the gods froze, and they stopped in horror, they wanted to scream, but they couldn't make a sound, because in an instant, the voice was gone, the head was still there, the body was still there, but the neck was gone, it was transparent, it seemed that there was no neck by nature.

They were alive, and the blood flowed through the void and into the brains, nothing out of the ordinary, but a great fear in God.

The gods could not shout, so they raised their hands, to wave and fight, to kill the culprit, but their hands were gone, and they felt that they had no hands since the beginning, and that they had relied on their feet to solve their physical needs all their lives.

Then the feet were gone, and they began to become numb, thinking that they had never solved their own physical problems, that they had no sound, that they had no hands and feet, that they had to live by floating, eating, lying down and biting.

What's the point of living like this?

The gods were about to weep, but the tears had not yet fallen, and the head was gone, and it had truly disappeared from the world.

Zhao Zilong's face was a little pale, the large-scale Heavenly Scar was very draining of divine power and soul, her current state was not very good, but her fighting spirit was high.

She was still galloping, and there was a smooth road in front of her, and at the end of the road was the indifferent beast god, and the faint black light shone brightly on his chest, shining on his jaw, and matching the half-human, half-beast face, making people see evil spirits. Sanjiu Chinese Network

The god of light frowned, Zhao Zilong's strength was a little beyond his expectations, it seemed that one finger was a little insufficient.

He thought for a moment, raised his other middle finger again, raised his arms flat forward, and the two middle fingers perpendicular to the heavens and the earth, imposing.

Zhao Zilong felt something in the center, jumped away, and saw that where he was about to pass by, he suddenly lifted a huge light stick, which was obviously another light finger.

Two fingers staggered, light intertwined on it, Zhao Zilong's spear circled, flipped one finger, but felt the heat behind him, it turned out to be a phoenix attacking, silently handing out a phoenix claw.

didn't look back and didn't pay attention, Zhao Zilong's spear still only dealt with two light fingers, but the patterned horse under her crotch was not decorative, the twelve legs were separated into a pair, and she jumped and kicked, and the silver pattern wrapped the horse's legs and glowed, hitting the phoenix's claws, and actually kicked the phoenix claws into a spark.

The phoenix is the product of the condensation of the military array, and as soon as Zhao Zilong's lack of heavenly marks came out, at least one-third of the gods were cleared, and the power of the phoenix decreased seriously, so it was naturally not the opponent of the patterned horse.

Seeing this, the god of light snorted coldly, his gaze quickly swept over the god of space behind him, and then changed his move.

The middle finger of His right hand was raised, and the other four fingers were clenched into fists, shaking faster than in the air, creating an afterimage.

His left hand was spread out, his middle and ring fingers were brought together, and he flicked up and down in quick succession.

At this time, the phoenix understood that its own combat power was insufficient, and had retreated to the distant fire-breathing assistance, completely handing over the frontal battlefield to the god of light.

This made Zhao Zilong feel the pressure in the air double, because the two light fingers had changed.

A light god finger actually brought an afterimage, and the rapid vibration even shattered the space, obviously it was just shaking, but it seemed to be able to resonate with all things, so that its power could be directly added to the opponent's body.

At this moment, she felt that the organs in her body were in a strange field, constantly shaking and constantly damaged, if it weren't for this rebirth, the silver pattern was carved more deeply, not only in the internal organs, but even every cell and every chromosome, it was likely that she would not be able to withstand this attack of "fighting cattle across the mountain".

The other light god finger did not oscillate, and it didn't seem to have changed much, Zhao Zilong pointed the tip of the gun and deflected it, but suddenly felt a pang in his heart, and subconsciously jumped on his horse, but saw a light god finger suddenly appear in the air, like a stick slapping it.

Before he could breathe down, the energy behind him exploded, and two light god fingers like giant rods attacked.

A finger of the god of light is like a mountain, and the god of light flicks his fingers continuously, that is, mountains rise from the flat ground on the continuous earth, one after another, and one is as high as one.

The mountains not only came from the ground, but also fell from the sky, and the continuous peaks emerged like reflections, with the top of the mountain facing down at the foot of the mountain, standing opposite to the mountains on the ground, sealing most of the space that Zhao Zilong had vacated.

Zhao Zilong frowned, feeling the pressure, these mountains are not simple, they are all composed of light god divine power, it seems to be a fixed form, in fact, it will change at any time, and if you are not careful, you will be entangled in layers.

She could only keep wielding the spear at this time, and the coiling dragon marksmanship was used to the extreme, waiting for the opportunity, and with her swing, a faint silver ball of light appeared in the void, and a silver divine dragon circled and roared on the ball.

Inside the silver ball, the silhouette of Zhao Zilong riding a horse and dancing a spear slowly became blurred, making the face of the beast god who was accumulating strength seem to change, so he slowly raised his hand, and the misty light on his chest flowed out and landed on the back of his hand.

Even Zhao Zilong, who was in the silver ball, seemed to feel a little uneasy, the attack brewing by the beast god was absolutely shattered, but he was trapped, and his face couldn't help but show sadness for a while.