All the lower level Nirvana true disciples from the two major groups moved to the battlefield.
They were like two torrents constantly colliding, splattering each other with divine blood, soaring into the sky, like landslides and tsunamis.
Whoosh!
Xiao Ye's figure flashed and he was participating in the battle.
Due to his unhealed body and many limitations, he is no longer as strong as before and has become very conservative.
He used the power of his bloodline to protect himself in the wave of true inheritance from the two major groups. At the same time, he also used his magical powers to find opportunities to kill the enemy in blood.
With Xiao Ye's powerful foundation, the power of his supernatural powers was overwhelming and unstoppable. The Winged God's True Inheritance that approached him was so shocked that he coughed up blood.
As for Qiye, it is extremely amazing.
His whole body turned into a beam of chaotic light, like a dragon entering the sea and sweeping across all armies.
Like Xiao Ye, he has not yet studied the ancient divine traditions, but the magical powers he displays are mysterious and impressive.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Do you really think that our group of ancient gods will be suppressed by you?"
The bloodline of the ancient gods is extremely strong. Among these true descendants of the ancient gods, who is the Yi Yu generation? Their divine power is like the sea and their fighting spirit is surging.
Now the situation has changed. Their morale has soared. They are all possessed by gods and demons. They follow the top warriors such as Natty and Wei Zhengguang, rushing left and right in the battlefield, looking at each other.
In terms of momentum, the True Successors of Wing God have been completely overwhelmed.
Even though they had the intention to encircle Xiao Ye and Qiye, they could not spare enough manpower, and they all fell into a bitter battle.
Even Xili, the strongest among them, was unable to cope with Gu Zhao alone in the battle.
In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
This chaotic void has long been shattered into pieces, and its rules are chaotic.
Divine blood of various colors gathered into a long river, flowing turbulently.
Among them, most of them contain the blood of the Winged God.
Looking around, there were already five hundred true descendants of the Winged Gods falling away in the field.
On the other hand, the loss of the True Legend of the Ancient God was less than a hundred. Such a sharp contrast made the hearts of the remaining True Legend of the Winged God gradually sink to the bottom, and their whole bodies turned cold.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, an angry roar resounded and turned into a supreme sound wave, causing the four poles of the world to tremble.
The true disciples on both sides who were fighting were all shaken, and many of them were so shocked that blood flowed from their mouths, and they looked into the distance in horror.
At this moment, Xili, whose figure was blurred and ten feet tall, retreated far away in the fierce battle.
His unparalleled power was sluggish, and he was obviously at a disadvantage in the battle with Gu Zhao. Now he was injured due to excessive wear and tear, and one of the divine wings on his back was cracked.
"Senior Brother Xili!"
At this moment, all the Wing God True Masters in the field looked at each other worriedly.
"This time, I was careless!"
Xili's swaying eyes like divine fire swept across the field, and finally landed on Xiao Ye and Qiye. There was an inexplicable emotion permeating the air.
Originally, their winged god tribe took advantage of their numerical superiority and had the absolute upper hand.
As a result, the interference of these two geniuses changed the direction of this decisive battle.
"Let's... go!"
The next moment, Sirik controlled his emotions and growled.
"Walk?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the remaining Wing God True Masters in the field suddenly changed slightly.
We are now in the third stage of the decisive battle.
Wouldn't leaving at this time mean bowing your head and admitting defeat?
But their thoughts were surging, and all kinds of words could not be uttered.
From the time they took the initiative to kill until now, the Winged God clan has lost a total of 900 true successors!
Throughout nearly a hundred epochs, this is probably the first time that their Winged God tribe has suffered such a loss.
It could be said that they were careless, or it could be said that they were just unlucky.
If we continue to fight against the True Legend of the Ancient God, it will only be a war of attrition, which is completely meaningless.
"Gu Zhao, the battle between you and me will continue in the future!"
At this moment, Xili said no more, stretching her wings of chaos and flying towards the cyan super star in the distant sky.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Seeing this, the other True Inheritors of Wing God all sighed helplessly, with complex emotions fading away like the tide.
"The decisive battle is over?"
"Haha, I can live another stack of years!"
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In the field, the true descendants of the ancient gods, covered in blood, were either laughing excitedly or with tears in their eyes, as if they had seen the dawn of the New Age.
The alternating impact of the stacked eras is due to the rules of heaven. Every time it comes, some living creatures will be eliminated.
At each stage, the acquired creatures of the same realm fight each other in order to comply with the rules and actively eliminate their opponents to increase their chances of survival, rather than necessarily annihilating all their opponents.
Nowadays, the two major groups of innate gods have lost enough true inheritances!
There is indeed no need to continue the war.
"Is it really over?"
Xiao Ye looked around, his figure was shaking, and he was injured. He couldn't hold on at all, so he could only sit down in the void.
Although they, the True Legend of the Ancient God, won the decisive battle, their losses were not small.
Originally, when the third stage started, there were 500 deities, true successors of the lower Nirvana realm, but now there are almost less than 300.
"Fortunately, Qu Liang, Senior Brother Taishan and the others are still alive!"
Xiao Ye glanced across the familiar old friends, and a smile appeared on their tired faces.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Xiao Ye's eyes looked in another direction.
Qiye, who was wearing a fluttering white robe, was also staring at him.
"This time, Qiye slaughtered more than two hundred true descendants of the Winged God!" Xiao Ye was amazed in his heart.
The other party is too mysterious.
Although it was the first time he had entered the Lower Nirvana Realm, he was incredibly powerful and difficult to predict. He had never seen the opponent before and used all his strength.
"It seems that in this contest, you and I can be considered a draw." Qiye stared at Xiao Ye, smiled slightly, and then withdrew his gaze.
"Everyone."
"Although these Winged God True Incarnations have retreated, there is no guarantee that they will not come back."
"Moreover, the third stage will not end for more than 10,000 years, so everyone must be more vigilant."
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.
That was Gu Zhaofei coming over.
After a fierce battle with Xilina and other strong men, although Gu Zhao appeared tired, he was not injured at all, and a smile appeared on his face.
In the third stage, although their group of ancient gods suffered heavy losses.
However, the top combat power in the lower Nirvana realm, as well as Xiao Ye and Qiye, who have great potential, all survived, which is also a good gain.
"There are still more than ten thousand years..." Xiao Ye was silent for a while and fell into deep thought.
"Let's heal our wounds first."
Like a lion, Nadi, who has outstanding temperament, also sacrificed his own Zichen Continent, which skyrocketed out of thin air.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Immediately, all the remaining ancient gods rushed over and sat cross-legged on Zichen Continent to recuperate under the protection of various formations and restrictions.
