038 The battlefield of gods and demons with many crises!

(The first update is to ask for all kinds of support. The computer has been confirmed to be dead, and my friend told me that it would be better to change a mainframe directly than to repair it. Oh, this is a computer that has been with me for six or seven years...)

"Damn Lucifa, how can you use this demagogic trick again..."

Looking at the fanatical appearance of the soldiers in the evil camp, Constantine immediately rubbed his head and his face became a little ugly.

Lucifer's body is a three-eyed prot. Like the three-eyed giant, the three-eyed prot is also a powerful race born with strong spiritual power and hypnotic ability. In addition, Lucifa himself is also a refined soul magic, so his soul control ability can rank in the top three even among the main god-level strong. Some people even think that his cultivation in soul control is not inferior to Engels, the strongest soul god at the beginning.

At this moment, Lucifa used the skill of soul magic in his voice and hypnotized all the strong men in the evil camp to a certain extent. Although this level of hypnosis will not make these strong people lose their minds, it is enough to greatly improve their morale and make them particularly fierce in battle.

"The monk, it's up to you."

The fighting spirit of the two armies is extremely important, especially in high-level battles. There are many strong people who can improve their strength by collecting the scattered fighting spirit and blood-killing spirit on the battlefield. So soon Constantine made a decision, turned his eyes to the bald Buddha, and said, "In any case, we must suppress their momentum, otherwise once the two armies fight, we will definitely become very passive."

"I know. Leave it to the monk."

Hearing Constantine's words, the bald Buddha also nodded with a smile, and then stood at the forefront of the army and turned his eyes to the evil camp warriors who were moving forward rapidly. And with the continuous approach of those evil camp warriors, the originally gentle eyes of the bald Buddha suddenly became sharp, and at the same time, a very fierce and bloody breath suddenly burst out on his body. Then he took a deep breath and shouted, "Dharma phase - don't move the king seal!"

Hum!

With the bald Buddha's rage, the faint golden light from his body suddenly turned into a piece of blood light, and then directly turned into a blood flame containing a bloody smell to wrap him up. At the same time, his body suddenly soared under the package of blood flames and turned into a giant with towering muscles all over his body, 100 meters tall, three heads and six arms, with drooping shawls and a fierce face and exposed fangs.

"Don't move the king's Dharma?"

Seeing the giant transformed by the bald Buddha, a trace of brilliance suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then said to himself, "Does this guy really have anything to do with Buddhism? And is that Lucifa the Lucifa in the Bible? No, how can these high-level gods and demons appear in the myths and legends of the earth?

"Wow, what's going on!"

However, he didn't wait to sort out his thoughts. The unmovable king of the good bald Buddha suddenly opened his big mouth with his tusks and roared. His voice was so strong that it seemed to shake the whole plane, making the air and the earth tremble constantly. At the same time, the soldiers of the evil camp who faced the terrible sound also trembled under the terrible roar. Even some timid and cowardly people were directly scared out of their courage, screamed and retreated, and then were caught by the supervision team hidden in the military array and directly torn into pieces.

"Buddha's truth? It seems that all this is not a coincidence.

It was not until the huge sound stopped that the soldiers of the evil camp finally boosted a little morale, but they had long since they were so powerful. At the same time, Ya Sen also pushed his frame slightly and whispered, "Angels, demons, Buddhas, Buddha's truths, oh, it seems that there have been no gods and demons on our earth. Otherwise, how can these records be passed down? It's just that where did the gods and demons who originally recorded all this go? Is it dead or..."

"The light shines and is invincible. All the warriors of the light camp obey the order and kill all these evil bastards!"

But now is not the time to think nonsense. Just as the strong in the evil camp are about to enter the attack range of the light camp, Constantine also suddenly raised the spear of Longinus in his hand and shouted loudly: "Those who kill the enemy will be rewarded. If you kill ten people, you can temporarily retreat. In addition, those who retreat privately Kill it, kill it!"

"Kill!"

With Constantine's voice falling, the strong men of the Bright Camp also rose into the air under the leadership of the gods of all ethnic groups and rushed towards the army of the evil camp.

On the battlefield, except for gods and mercenaries with war-free orders, anyone can only obey orders when fighting. If you don't give the order to retreat, unless you have killed ten enemies, you can't retreat even if you are hit hard. Otherwise, what awaits you will be the butcher's knife of the supervisory team.

Of course, it is not easy to kill ten people in this battlefield. After all, the lowest strength to participate in this battle is above the twelfth level, and the main force is the strength of the thirteenth level. The strong men at these levels generally have their own killers, so even the god-level strongman will encounter a lot of trouble once he is surrounded by a large number of quasi-god-level strong men.

This is the real battlefield of gods and demons. Even gods or demons may fall at any time in such a cruel battle, not to mention those struggling mortals. According to statistics, more than 10 million quasi-god-level strongmen will die on the battlefield in every frontal battle. If it hadn't been for the continuous reinforcements sent by other planes, I'm afraid that the mortal soldiers on this battlefield would have died long ago.

"Let's go, everyone, be careful not to spread out."

While all the troops were out, Zhou Feng also clenched his fist, then took a deep breath and rushed to the front camp. At the same time, Ya Sen and others also rose up one after another and joined the battlefield with Zhou Feng.

At this moment, the god-level strong men of the light camp and the evil camp have been caught and fighting together. With the sparkle of light and shadow, those new god-level strong men have opened their own divine realms one after another and took their men to fight with each other's new gods. And those true god-level strong people opened the kingdom of God, dragged themselves and their enemies into the kingdom of God, and then started a battle of the kingdom of gods.

The battle of high-end combat power is indissoluble, and the battle of low-end combat power is also particularly tragic. Under the offset of the packages of various divine realms, those quasi-god-level strong men also fought together like cannon fodder on the low-level battlefield. Every second, a large number of quasi-god-level strong people die. They may have become geniuses, but here, they are ants that may lose their lives at any time.

And even with the strength of Zhou Feng and others, they also belong to the ant generation on this battlefield, just a stronger ant.

"Kill!"

Before rushing into the battle array, Zhou Feng had summoned three corpse dragons at the peak of the thirteenth level, and at the same time, the depravity also used the dragon's forbidden skill, absorbing all the power of the three corpse dragons, and had the combat effectiveness of the thirteenth level in one fell swoop. After preparing for all this, Zhou Feng and others finally rushed into the battle and found the enemy to fight.

Poo!

Although Zhou Feng is only the thirteenth level now, his strength has long exceeded the scope of the thirteenth level. With a muffled sound, a double-winged snake man who was fighting with the grassland elves had no time to react, and his head was pierced by Zhou Feng's flying claws, and then his body was eroded by the deadly soul poison carried on the flying claws. He turned into Zhou Feng's puppet and began to attack his peers around him.

"It's so strong!"

Seeing Zhou Feng kill his opponent in a second, a trace of shock suddenly appeared on the face of the grassland elf. You should know that even if Zhou Feng's move has the smell of a few sneak attacks, the other party is a thirteen-level strong man after all, with strong vitality. It's not easy to kill the opponent with one blow.

However, Zhou Feng's excellent performance also attracted a lot of firepower and hatred for him in an instant. After all, no one would allow such an enemy who could kill himself in seconds on the battlefield, so with bursts of fierce shouts, more than a dozen quasi-god-level evil camp strong men also rose up and rushed to Zhou Feng. .

"Damn it!"

Zhou Feng did not expect that his blow would attract so many strong people like a hornet's nest. Looking at the strong people in the evil camp who came and exuded a strong momentum, Zhou Feng's eyes were also condensed, and then he turned into nine splits and rushed towards those enemies.

This battlefield is really too dangerous. In order to ensure the safety of himself and his teammates, Zhou Feng can only use a card first.