Star Continent. Somewhere off the beaten track.

Zhao Xiang, who was suspended in the void, had thirteen layers of golden altars above his head.

He felt a threat of death that penetrated deep into his soul and bone marrow like never before.

The four super professionals of the thirteen-story altar all released the thirteen-layer altar above their heads.

They uniformly rushed towards Zhao Xiang at a meteor-like speed, and their bodies exuded a terrifying aura that destroyed the world and destroyed the world.

"They want to blow themselves up!Xiang'er, quickly enter the altar and turn on the protection at the same time, it's too late, hurry!" The voice of the Spell Divine Venerable suddenly roared in Zhao Xiang's soul.

It's too late to attack!

Zhao Xiang had never expected that the super masters of the four thirteen-layer altars would appear so quickly!

He didn't expect that as soon as the four of them came out, they would take the violent means of blowing up their souls with a fearless attitude of certain death!

Almost at the moment when the Spell Divine Venerable reminded Zhao Xiang, Zhao Xiang had already entered the altar, and the large golden altar that was originally hovering above his head was enlarged until it was a hundred meters high.

Under the hasty concerted efforts of Zhao Xiang and Sacrifice Spirit Ling'er, the altar released the most powerful multicolored defensive shield.

The multicolored defensive shield appeared so quickly that Zhao Xiang and Ling'er didn't expect it.

Waves of multicolored ripples spread out in concentric circles.

And at this time, the soul self-explosion of the four thirteen-layer altar masters had been activated in unison.

Boom, boom, four explosions shook the heavens and the earth.

With a loud bang, four pale red mushroom clouds rushed towards the multicolored defensive shield in unison.

The shock wave produced by each mushroom cloud is definitely no less than an atomic bomb.

The multicolored ripples that spread out from the golden altar were immediately confronted by the shock wave generated by the explosion of four atomic bombs.

The multicolored ripples start from the periphery and are destroyed by the shock wave at a speed visible to the naked eye, like pieces of multicolored paper.

Despite the wave of destruction, the multicolored ripples continued to spread one after another.

It's just that the shock wave is too strong, and the spread speed of the multicolored ripples can never keep up with the speed of destruction.

Therefore, the distance between the four mushroom clouds centered on Zhao Xiang advanced more and more.

It's a long story, but it's actually a blink of an eye.

Zhao Xiang, who was hiding in the altar, was working with Ling'er and Uncle Huan at this moment, trying his best to run the altar, and continuously increasing the defense of the altar, but no matter how hard he tried, he was always on the defensive that was getting weaker and weaker, and there was still the possibility of being destroyed by the four mushroom clouds.

"Master, it seems that there is only the defense of the Wang Pin artifact Divine Ring!" "Uncle Huan used to be the instrument spirit of the Divine Ring, so his familiarity and control of the Divine Ring are unparalleled.

"Hey, Uncle Huan, isn't the defensive shield of this thirteen-layer altar the defensive liliang of the Wang Pin artifact?" Zhao Xiang was anxious in his heart, but he still suppressed his mood fluctuations and asked calmly.

"Master, it's not the same. Because the current thirteen-layer altar has not really fused with the Divine Ring to the Great Perfection Realm, I feel that it is at most the Xiaocheng Realm," Uncle Huan analyzed, "So the slave speculated that if the Divine Ring opened the defensive shield alone, the effect would definitely be far beyond the current one, at least it would be able to guarantee that we would not fall!"

Zhao Xiang thought about it for a while, and immediately let the main body of the thirteen-layer altar, that is, the Wang Pin Artifact Divine Ring, be separated from the altar, and it was directly controlled by Uncle Huan, opening the most powerful protection.

Zhao Xiang has full trust in Uncle Huan, a special instrument spirit.

He believed that Uncle Huan would be able to maximize the defensive function of the Divine Ring as a royal artifact.

In an instant, the original thirteen-layer golden altar was suddenly divided into two, and the first layer of the altar immediately left, and at the same time turned into a ring-shaped divine ring phantom, at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye, the remaining twelve layers of altars were covered down, and ten layers of translucent shields of different colors were immediately formed, resisting the devastating attack of the metamorphosis shockwave of the four mushroom clouds.

"Master, let's join forces and unleash the Destructive Void Talisman!" Uncle Huan waved his hands, and one by one the black Destruction Void Talisman burst out of ten layers of translucent shields of different colors, overwhelmingly pounced on the four mushroom clouds with a radius of 100 meters.

Zhao Xiang heard Uncle Huan's command, patted his head, and secretly scolded himself for being a "bastard", and then his hands flew like afterimages, so in an instant, thousands of Destruction Void Talismans, like a massive number of crows, shot out of the shield, and flew into four Thirteen-Layer Altar Professionals who were detonating themselves.

The Void of Destruction Talisman danced wildly in the sky, tightly enveloping the four huge mushroom clouds as if spiritual.

The shockwave from the mushroom cloud's self-explosion continued to collide with the black void sigil like a burst of cannonballs.

So the thunderous explosions came and went, the noise was terrifying, accompanied by the explosion of red, purple, and black colors splashing everywhere.

Immediately criss-crossed the void, and the wind of the void that shot in from the crack rushed into the fierce confrontation between the mushroom cloud and the destruction void talisman, and then the void was chaotic, explosions, whistling, screams, altar shattering, hundreds of voices in unison.

However, the offensive destruction talisman formed by Zhao Xiang and the handsome old man only weakened the fierce and domineering offensive of the two or three layers of the four pale red mushroom clouds, and most of the remaining shock waves were still wrapped around Yu Yong, and they all rushed towards the ten layers of shields of different colors.

Each layer of the shield of the Wang Pin Artifact Divine Ring has an extremely strong counter-attack ability.

The opponent has an attack, and each layer of shield reflects back ten attacks.

At the same time, however, this layer of shield will disappear at the same time.

The four pale red mushroom clouds were formed by the self-explosion of four thirteenth-layer altar professionals, and each of them was extremely destructive, let alone four!

The four of them attacked Zhao Xiang and Uncle Huan's ten-layer shield outside the twelve-layer altar.

With a tenfold attack with a layer of shield, it was immediately reflected back.

The first layer of shrouds shattered like glass.

The four pale red mushroom clouds were attacked by the reflection of the first layer of shields ten times, and they actually retreated back a hundred meters for the first time, and at the same time, in the process of retreating, the thick mushroom clouds immediately thinner by two or three points, and the destructive power also plummeted downward.

And the spatial rift suddenly reappeared because of the powerful and incomparable reflection attack of the first layer of shield.

The wind of space swept in unison from above the four mushroom clouds.

The devastating aura of the mushroom cloud dropped a point or two again.

As if aware of the strength of their opponents, the four mushroom clouds joined forces again and launched an attack with the momentum of seeing death as if they were at home.

Once again, it was attacked by a tenfold reflection, and the second shield shattered inch by inch like the previous shield.

Until the shield of the divine ring wrapped outside the twelve-layer altar broke nine layers in a row.

The four huge mushroom clouds, whose colors were getting lighter and the power of destruction was getting smaller and smaller, dissipated with four muffled noises at the same time, accompanied by four eerie howls that seemed to come from the Nine Shadows.

And at this time, Zhao Xiang, who was joining forces with Uncle Huan in the fifth layer of the Divine Ring, was already pale.

Zhao Xiang sat down on the ground with a bang, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.

Immediately, his eyes closed and he fell into a coma.