The Patronus was silent, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Divine Stick was right, although the Guardian Spirit captured Zhan Lie back, he did not absorb his divine power and avenue, but instead provided him with sufficient divine stone resources, waiting for the moment when he recovered to his peak.

Because the Guardian Spirit knows that even if the battle spirit is at its peak, it is only a peerless god king.

And half of his feet have already stepped into the threshold of the Great Emperor.

If the two fight again, the Patron Spirit will be sure to suppress the war in one fell swoop and make up for the regrets in the battle that year.

The Patron Spirit has always wanted to prove that he is stronger than Zhan Lie, and the peerless name of that session should have belonged to him!

The Patronus wants to reclaim his glory with his own hands!

The god stick said slowly: "Old Shura, I'll give you another chance, stop it." ”

The Patronus didn't know where the deity and the stick came from, but at this time his heart was in turmoil.

In the hand of the deity, a crystal clear blue long sword suddenly appeared, extremely powerful, as if it was the most magnificent and dazzling treasure in the Three Realms!

Ask the Heavenly Sword!

The first of the Nine Hallows.

Even if he didn't fight with the Wentian Sword, the Guardian Spirit clearly felt that the edge on the long sword was stronger than it was decades ago!

The patron saint's pupils shrank, and he clearly saw that the length of the Heavenly Asking Sword had increased a bit, reaching four feet!

There is still a section of the tip of the sword, and the Heavenly Sword will be completely repaired.

The deity moved.

It's not teleportation, but the speed has already surpassed the scope of teleportation, descending on the eighteenth layer of hell, the Heavenly Sword was raised high, and the power of the Sword God Pure Land exploded, condensing on the Heavenly Heavenly Sword!

"Buzz!"

A terrifying aura spread violently, and the fluttering corners of the guardian god's clothes were cut into pieces by this sharp sword aura.

The moment the guardian god lost his mind, the Heavenly Sword slashed heavily on the eighteenth layer of hell!

"Dang!"

There was a crisp sound, but it was so piercing that even the Patronus and the Divine Stick couldn't help frowning.

Immediately afterward, the Patronus snorted, and his big hand reached out, instantly pulling out the eighteen blood-colored iron chains that had gone deep into the eighteen layers of hell.

"Click!

There was a tooth-aching cracking sound from the surface of the eighteen layers of hell, and fine cracks appeared on the surface, like spider webs, gradually spreading until they spread throughout the hell!

The eighteenth layer of hell, a space treasure of the semi-saint level, was actually broken through the defense by the deity with a sword!

The deity used this sword, and it also consumed a lot, and his face was slightly pale, but his eyes were still calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

A cold light flashed in the guardian god's eyes, and he nodded: "Very good, it turns out that this is what you rely on!"

The previous Wentian Sword couldn't reach such a terrifying attack power at all, but the Wentian Sword that fused two fragments again could.

Moreover, on the eighteenth layer of hell, there is no domain power blessed by the guardian god at all, so that the deity can succeed in one blow.

Exactly who was suppressed in the eighteen layers of hell, I'm afraid only the guardian spirit knows best.

Once the eighteenth layer of hell is broken, the patron saint is also clear, but he did not leave, standing quietly in place, as if waiting for something.

The deity retreated to the side of the divine stick, and the latter said in a low voice: "Let Lin Yi and them come over, he needs to know some things back then." ”

......

The war had just ended, and there were more than 80,000 people in the two armies of Huangliu and Wangsha, but there were less than 20,000 left.

But it is conceivable that these 20,000 people will definitely be one step ahead of others in their future cultivation path.

The path of cultivation is already full of danger and unpredictability, and not everyone can survive this once-in-a-lifetime war.

Of the 7,000 white-robed sword cultivators brought by the Xia Domain, there are only more than 3,000 left.

The loss of the gods is very small, as long as the gods are not shaken, even if they fall outside, there is a wisp of the primordial god that can be resurrected in the gods.

But the harvest of the two cities of Wasteland and Wang Broken City is also very large.

After this battle, the strength of the two cities rapidly expanded to as much as 100,000, and this number is still increasing rapidly, and countless gods and soldiers have been attached.

When the news came from the deity, Lin Yi and the gods who participated in the war were healing their injuries in the Purple Mansion Immortal Pavilion.

Lin Yi didn't hesitate, and drove the dragon horse straight to the Heavenly God Palace.

Ryoma stepped on the wind and thunder, the wind was galloping, the speed was extremely fast, and in a dozen breaths, he took Lin Yi to descend on the top of the Heavenly God Palace.

Coming to the depths of the Heavenly God Palace, Lin Yi finally met the Guardian Spirit.

To be precise, this is the first time the two have met face-to-face.

The patron saint looked at Lin Yi, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

I know that Lin Yi is exactly the same as the white-shirted monk before, but when I see each other again, it is difficult to distinguish between the two, and the only difference is probably the eyes.

One has a cold look, the other has a deep and clear look.

"The technique of doppelganger?" the guardian god frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "If you can use the technique of doppelganger to this kind of process, I'm afraid this person can be regarded as the first in the Three Realms." ”

The moment Lin Yi saw the guardian spirit, he was also stunned for a moment.

The Patronus Spirit is not exactly the same as Lin Yi's impression.

In fact, from the memory of the deity, Lin Yi had seen the guardian spirit, but that person was full of killing, anger, cruelty, and tyranny.

At this time, the patron saint had a kind of vicissitudes, seeing, and relief in his eyes.

"The Last Hero. ”

For some reason, these four words flashed through Lin Yi's mind.

Eighteen layers of hell fell off layer by layer, and many heavenly gods saw the light of day again, these were the gods of the heavenly realm back then, and they were suppressed by the guardian gods for 10,000 years.

Once out of trouble, everyone had a sense of sudden separation.

Most of the first ten layers were ordinary divine soldiers, densely packed, there were tens of thousands, and there were monks of all races, but their divine power was exhausted and their expressions were sluggish.

It wasn't until the eleventh layer that general-level gods began to appear.

Every god got out of trouble and looked around, all of them were at a loss, but the moment they saw the guardian god, their eyes still showed resentment uncontrollably!

For 10,000 years, there was no freedom, and they had been absorbed by the guardian spirit, and it was a fluke that they could survive.

More gods are buried in hell, and there are mountains of bones, and it is conservatively estimated that there are at least a million gods trapped in the eighteenth layer of hell!

On the fifteenth floor, a large number of monks appeared, including divine soldiers and divine generals, each of whom had extremely firm eyes, even if he was trapped for 10,000 years, the moment he saw the guardian saint again, he was still full of fighting spirit!

Warclan!

Needless to say, Lin Yi instantly recognized the origin of these monks.

The bloodline is not prominent, the realm is not outstanding, and the divine power is still thin, but that kind of battle intent is only possessed by the war clan monks!

These Warclan monks were suppressed in the fifteenth layer of hell, and it is conceivable that the Guardian Spirit has a grudge against the Warclan.

"Shura Ancestor, give me a life!"

A Warclan god stared wide-eyed, and was about to step forward to fight the guardian god.

There was a huge difference in strength between the two, but this man was not the slightest fear.

The god stick waved his sleeve robe, stopped the person, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be impatient, your patriarch is still below." ”

At this moment, the top of the sixteenth layer of hell collapsed, and ten powerful figures appeared inside, although they were trapped for ten thousand years, that violent aura still swept the audience!