Miss Fang led everyone to rush there. At this moment, everyone was very anxious. If they waited for one more minute, they would be more likely to fail.
But Dongfang Liang stood in the distance and sneered.
"The zombies are just ahead, and the fusion is not yet complete."
"Kill these two human spies, Dongfang Liang and Zhuo Yifan, to promote my glory in the demon world."
"Let's all come together. No matter how powerful they are, they can't resist our army of ten thousand people."
Everyone howled and rushed towards Dongfang Liang quickly.
Dongfang Liang just stood there, sneering and looking at everyone with disdain.
Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "Be careful, don't come over."
But who will listen to him?
These people came in waves, and fired the long arrows in their hands one after another, forming a network of arrows and shooting towards the east.
Suddenly, the monks rushing in front stopped and shouted one by one.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Under the earth, pitch-black sharp thorns suddenly rose up, directly connecting the monks passing above.
Although these monks are powerful, these sharp thorns from the netherworld, under Dongfang Liang's action, are filled with space rules and can pierce everything.
This large formation enveloped a thousand monks, piercing their bodies and causing blood to flow wildly. How could it be called miserable?
These monks were immediately frightened and retreated desperately, but at this moment, countless dark flames rose up within the scope of the large formation and began to burn.
All of a sudden, the monks screamed angrily and continued to fall.
Miss Fang frowned, but showed no intention of retreating. She said coldly: "Continue to attack."
Instead, he looked at the two bodyguards.
Among the two, one of them stepped out and took a step forward, reaching a thousand meters.
Zhuo Yifan has been paying attention to this side, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked when he saw this. These two old men were indeed no ordinary people. They could teleport in the secret realm. They seemed to be masters with devil's hearts.
When the old man came to the front of the formation, he stretched out his hand and slapped it with his palm.
boom!
A raging fire roared out, like an oil field being ignited. It ignited instantly, turning the empty space into a sea of fire.
But the next second, he slapped his backhand again, but there was a burst of ice-cold air. The temperature of the entire array dropped sharply, the original fire was extinguished, and the ground crackled with ice.
Suddenly, those spikes were like ice picks, breaking apart one by one, and the fragments scattered all over the ground.
But the dead monk will never live again.
Dongfang Liang shrugged disapprovingly and said, "It's just a small magic circle, don't worry about it, there are many more ahead, just enjoy it slowly!"
The old man snorted coldly, jumped up, and struck out with his palms like a roc spreading its wings.
Boom boom boom!
Waves of palm wind roared out, like a tsunami erupting. One wave was higher than the other, instantly setting off large waves of earth.
The earth was shaking wildly as if it had been caught by someone, and waves were rising up one after another.
All the ruins on the ground were completely shaken by the powerful force and turned into fragments, flying into the sky.
Under such a violent attack, even if there were any traps, they would have been triggered long ago.
Dongfang Liang laughed loudly: "I'm just teasing you. How could I arrange so many trap formations in such a short time."
Zhuo Yifan immediately couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect Dongfang Liang to have such a humorous side.
However, his rare joy soon turned into anger.
Because a Buddha chant suddenly sounded from behind.
Master Kongwu came across the void and stood beside Zhuo Yifan. Buddha's light was flying, covering Zhuo Yifan and Murong Xiaoqian. Powerful runes were spinning, emitting a dazzling silver light.
"Kūgo, you are so shameless. You want to use this to rebel and dream."
Dongfang was attacked from both sides, but he didn't panic. With a loud roar, he teleported directly to Kūgo's side. The death scythe drew a sad arc, trying to kill Kūgo in two.
Kugo chuckled: "Donor Dongfang, why are you so stubborn? It's useless no matter how hard you try for something that doesn't belong to you."
Dongfang Liang laughed loudly: "This doesn't belong to you, so why do you have such wishful thinking? Retreat quickly, and we can still forge a good relationship."
"It's okay not to have such a good relationship. Dongfang Donor, please forgive me for offending me."
Silver ripples flashed in Kūgo's eyes, and the "Bible of Paradise" burst out at this moment. Countless silver runes swirled around his body, making him look like a god.
He pointed his staff forward, and a silver leather chain shot out, like a real sword light.
Dongfang Liang's death sickle is indestructible, but this time, it seems to have met its opponent.
The dark light of the scythe struck at the silver light. It did not directly cut off the opponent like before, but seemed to be caught in some kind of vortex and was instantly dragged.
Dongfang Liang's expression changed: "Monk, you are using this kind of power now. Isn't it a little too early?"
"Haha, if you don't use it now, the zombies will become your possessions. What's the point of leaving them behind?" Kūgo disagreed. Although he was speaking, the sound of chanting in the void never stopped. On the contrary,
It gets bigger and bigger, and finally it is like a morning bell and a dusk drum, vibrating in the void, making people deafening.
Zhuo Yifan's heart froze. He looked carefully and saw that the power coming from Kongwu's staff was shockingly the power of faith.
No wonder it is so powerful and can resist Dongfang Liang's power of the netherworld.
Dongfang Liang has been tempered by the heavy water of the netherworld. The death sickle looks light but actually weighs tens of millions of kilograms.
The pure power alone is enough to crush mountains, not to mention the source power, the destructive power is so powerful that it can be said to be invincible in the lower world.
But it was directly resisted by the power of faith.
Zhuo Yifan's heart moved. No wonder the power of faith is so precious and rare. It turns out that it is more powerful if it is used directly without being transformed into other powers.
However, it seems that using the power of faith requires certain skills, otherwise, the consumption will be too great.
Dongfang Liang snorted coldly and drew the knife with all his strength. His arm shook continuously, and he slashed hundreds of knives in an instant.
These hundreds of swords were chopped at one location. It can be said that almost no material in the world can withstand such a violent attack.
However, Kūgo smiled faintly, and the silver halo was like a link. He shook and twisted, and continued to attack Dongfang Liang. The more than a hundred consecutive slashes had no effect on him.
Dongfang Liang's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "It turns out that you have already reached this level of cultivation. It's really scary! It seems that it won't be long before you are promoted to the 'Cheng' generation!"
Kongwu said lightly: "It's just a coincidence, it's nothing. It's just that in order to transform the Eastern Donor, you must at least be of the "Heaven" generation. The young monk still has a long way to go in the future."
Dongfang Liang said coldly: "If you want to transform me, it depends on whether you can survive until that day."
Kongwu said: "As long as you have a broad mind, you will be able to achieve it one day."
"I'm sorry, brothers, I arrived in Beijing on the 4th, and I haven't been able to adapt to the climate. I have symptoms of heat stroke, so there are only three updates in the past two days. Because the update speed of the new book is limited, the chapters are automatically updated to the 31st of this month, so they are not affected by it.
Brothers, please understand me and support me when you have time."