Chapter 717
The black snow storm was raging, and there were only eight of the seventy-two black envoys left.
Apez half-kneeled on the ground, with his body as the center, hundreds of full moon scimitars inserted into the ground, and half of his body had frozen, like a black ice sculpture.
The Great Sage Jinglan and another Great Sage of the Ancient Clan were not easy. The two stood back to back together, with a very solemn expression. Black ice cubes were everywhere in the distance. They were the bodies of several saints of the Yuntian clan and the Ancient Clan.
It's so miserable that all the divine servants sent by God Io were destroyed. No matter how huge the divine grace came here, they could not resist the terrifying black ice.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Apez, who was half kneeling on the ground, suddenly coughed up a lot of black blood and dripped down his broken dark red robe. He was a person with extraordinary charm, but unfortunately he had already defeated the mortal world.
At this moment, there was no unruly or majesty on Apez, but he was just embarrassed and seriously injured. However, he was an important god general of God Io. He had a sharp golden light rising from his waist to resist the erosion of black ice. He stood up slowly, his eyes full of anger.
"Damn it, we fight to this level, Luo Yang is fine." Apez couldn't stand his anger. The little bug relied on her ability to survive in the slit and actually escaped the storm. And their self-conceived powerful beings fought to the death and bloodshed.
"You can't just give up! There are only eight enemies left. Take them down. This ruin and Luoyang are ours." The red-haired saint of the Yuntian clan said loudly. He broke his left leg and blocked the black ice, and his disheveled hair was like an evil ghost.
Not only the red-haired saints are unwilling to accept it, but most saints think that if they withdraw, they will bow their heads and be humans in their lives. A hundred saints come, but they still cannot help the arrogant little emperor of the human race. If this news spreads, people will put incompetent labels on their heads, and where will they put their faces?
People have faces and trees have bark. Saints care most about their reputation being damaged. Everyone is pretentious, so they cannot quit.
Another point is that the Yuntian clan and the ancient clan saints suffered little damage. The main ones who died were the divine servants, while the eight niggers on the opposite side were all injured.
The situation has turned to the saints. Even though the Black Snow Storm is getting more and more violent, they are scared of their hearts, but they feel that if they fight, victory will be at their fingertips.
"Take it!"
All the saints attacked the eight black ice envoys together, and saw the brilliance, magnificent and unfathomable.
This is a joint force of hundreds of saints. When they take action, they are extremely powerful, making the dimensional space whine and seem extremely difficult to eliminate the shock beam.
"Ao ah, ah ah..."
The eight black ice gods were fearless and roared.
They were not normal creatures and did not know what death was. Although only eight of them were left, they formed a large climate after their companions sacrificed themselves, causing the surrounding black snowstorms to roll in layers, and bought time for them to launch the jade burning tricks.
“Woo woo woo woo…”
The snowstorm covered the sky and collided with the brilliance of the saints.
Then a terrifying flame of light rose up, and as it spread outward, a layer of black ice was spread on the ground. Soon there were another layer, three layers, and four layers...
I don’t know how long it has been, the huge dimensional space has become the world of ice and snow, but all the colors of ice and snow are heart-warming black.
This dark and deep!
This kind of black chaos!
It devours all the light, and at the same time it is also devouring vitality, allowing the intention of death to spread rapidly.
If Luo Yang is present, he will see that some saints are frozen in black ice.
It’s okay for these saints to use their clones, but if they come with their own deity, they will be in great trouble. If they still cannot break through the constraints before their vitality disappears, they can only become meaningless ice sculptures for future generations to admire...
The ignorant is fearless. Luo Yang didn't even know that the ancient Zhu family called so many saints. He thought it was the God's servant who was fighting, and the last black snowstorm broke out in a concentrated manner. The four of them had gone away and did not feel any difference.
From a distance, the core platform is just a ten-meter-high stone pillar protruding from the surface, but when I came close, I realized that it was not the case at all.
This stone pillar is 999 meters high, and it is built with stone steps around the stone pillar. Luo Yang and the other four walked on the stone steps and worked extremely hard.
According to the visual height, the stone pillar is definitely 999 meters, and one meter is less than a thousand meters. However, it is not as easy as a thousand meters to walk up the stone steps. It feels like walking far away, but when you look back, you have just climbed three steps.
"Damn it! I don't bring such bullying people." The four of them expressed dissatisfaction at the same time. Regardless of whether they were bullying people or not, they were so tired that they were as tired as if they were dead dogs, they went up three steps. Isn't this a trick of the younger generation?
If Thor resurrected, he would have to go back to anger. What a big deal about the four kids? The temple did not invite anyone, but it turned out that it was a mess. He dared to put his "paws" into the sacred place of the temple. If he could go up three steps, he would have fun! It is hard to say whether those saints could come to the platform.
"Baby comes out!"
Luo Yang felt the space was full of pressure, and every step he took was full of stagnation. The problem was that no matter how many steps he took, he was doing useless work. Bai Xiubei used the white pearl to illuminate the outline of something, and the pearl shattered with a "bang" and became a piece of waste. So he summoned Jiang Baobao out to see if he could find a path as Ying Long's fucking daughter.
It is clearly a spacious stone staircase, but it gives rise to a feeling of overcoming obstacles. The message sent back by the wonderful inspiration is even more strange, just like a person in a painting, four people and the stone pillars have become sketches and pencils, the shadows are moving, full of obscurity everywhere, and the unknown everywhere...
Jiang Baobao shrank and wrapped around Luo Yang's neck. The longan eyes shone brightly. After watching for a long time, he trembled all over and said, "Dad, although I can't see the obstacles, I feel that starting from the fourth step, either the high-hanging sword or the sharp blade is like a mountain. This place is so weird that you don't want to leave if you can."
"Oh?" Luo Yang frowned. Jiang Baobao's sense of space status was above him, but he could not see clearly the reality and the only vague feeling was, which was useless.
Emperor Xiu suddenly spoke: "Baby, send your impression of space back to Tiantong City, work together to see who has feelings for this place. According to our Turing tribe, the Titans like to intermarry with foreign races, especially those with huge figures, which are their favorites, so many mixed-race Titans have appeared. Perhaps some of our servants have Titan blood."
"You go and try it!" Luo Yang had no better way, so he had to do it as a living horse.
"Okay!" Jiang Baobao quickly turned back to Tiantong City to find a guy who has a feeling about the core platform.
At the same time, the Black Ice God's Envoy was burning in the land. With a few "clicks", the Great Sage of Jinglan, the Great Sage of the Ancient Sage, and the God General Apez led the Saints to break through the solid ice wall and walked out of the blockade.
The Yuntian clan and the ancient clan saints who arrived later were almost injured. The real unlucky ones were those who came to pick up their feet. It was because of the idle people who used the mistress to resist the disaster that they retained their strength.
Chapter completed!