With two "buzzing" sounds, the pink killing god's arms once again condensed two amethyst lightsabers and slashed at Lanya's black chariot.
A crisp sound of "Bang" sounded, and the black chariot exploded with a roar under the furious attack of the pink killing god's amethyst lightsaber.
This violent explosion also blew apart the Pink Death God.
Lanya's attack this time was actually with the idea of dying together with Zou Wei.
"Zou Wei." Ling Xiao couldn't help but roar as he watched the black chariot dragging the pink god of death explode into countless fragments, and the place where the two chariots collided burst into flames.
For some reason, Ling Xiao's heart ached slightly.
He originally thought that he didn't like Zou Wei, so he had no choice but to let Zou Wei stay with him.
But it wasn't until Zou Wei's figure disappeared into the sea of fire that Ling Xiao realized that Zou Wei was already in his heart.
"Zou Wei..." Ling Xiao's heart ached, as if someone was digging into his heart again and again. He wanted to shed tears, but found that he couldn't.
Could this woman who had been pestering him to marry him really die like this?
Phew, a figure jumped out of the sea of fire, his body charred and black like a charred log.
"She's still alive." Ling Xiao was overjoyed at first. As long as Zou Wei was alive, it would be fine. No matter how ugly she was after being burned, he could still restore her appearance.
However, what came from the black shadow was Lan Ya's sharp and hoarse laughter, and Ling Xiao's heart completely went cold.
"Haha, hahaha..." Lanya laughed with a laugh that was even worse than crying: "Ling Xiao, I finally killed your woman and took one of her to be buried with her, haha."
Ling Xiao gritted her teeth and wished she could rush in and cut the ugly woman in half with a knife.
"It's not that easy to kill me." Another figure jumped out of the sea of fire. That voice could not have been Zou Wei.
Ling Xiao, who was originally extremely angry, suddenly cheered up and couldn't help but tremble: "She is still alive."
Zou Wei is not only alive, but also alive and well. Outside of her body, a shimmering silver armor as thin as cicada wings protects her, protecting her from the disaster of fire.
Ling Xiao breathed a long sigh of relief. He had forgotten before that Zou Wei was a mobile treasure pavilion. How could she not have one or two treasures on her body for self-defense?
But it was Lanya, that stupid woman, who stupidly dragged Zou Wei to die together, and ended up being burned into black charcoal. Zou Wei was fine at all.
"Wow, yeah," Lanya was furious. She held an explosive thunder in one hand and threw it forward, hoping to blow Zou Wei to death with the thunder.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Zou Wei threw a defensive soul shield towards the thunder at the same time.
With a buzzing sound, the thunder struck the defensive soul shield. The soul shield emitted a layer of soft and transparent light and bounced back the explosive thunder.
"Ah," Lanya screamed, and the thunder exploded at the same time, and a small mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
With the explosion, Lanya's body and the mushroom cloud turned into dust in the firelight.
Not long after Lanya died, the mecha troops of the Tower of Gods and Demons on that battlefield were also wiped out.
In this battle, Zou Wei finally won the victory with her personal ability and extremely weak advantage on the battlefield.
The battle between the priest and the priest had ended three days ago with the death of the priest who had returned to the mountain. Ling Xiao glanced at Luo Huixin, who was in a daze after walking out of the isolation formation, and then turned his attention to the priest Geng. battlefield.
Xiong Xiao and Lu Wu, two big men, led the soldiers of the Blue Sky Alliance to fight hard. They fought with each other for three days, and finally surrounded the priest Geng who looked like a slave.
There was no way, Priest Geng was not the type to lead troops into battle. Even though he arranged his formation into an iron barrel formation, he also reduced his morale to the lowest level.
Those warriors of the Tower of Gods and Demons were only fighting based on their survival instincts, and being able to last three days was already a very good result.
Priest Geng looked at the few thousand people around him facing the opponent's army of more than 300,000, and suddenly laughed strangely as if he had lost his mind: "Haha...haha...the great Lord of Souls, you treat us as Throwing it away like rubbish, is this the greatness of you?"
Xiong Xiao didn't care what the crazy priest was saying. He waved his hand and shouted: "Brothers, kill them."
Brushing, brushing, brushing...
More than 300,000 soldiers of the Blue Sky Alliance threw spears with soul power. The densely packed spears were like rapid rain hitting the banana trees, falling crazily on the thousands of people.
Boom boom boom…
The spear fell on the ground in that small area, and groups of purple light exploded, bringing out groups of bright blood-red color...
The dignified priest Geng met the same fate as his predecessor, priest Wu, who was shot to death randomly.
"Well, it's finally over. I, Lao Xiao, have never had such a satisfying killing experience, haha." Xiong Xiao, who was covered in blood, couldn't help but laugh loudly, causing the surviving Blue Sky Alliance soldiers to also laugh loudly.
They laugh not because they are happy, but because they want to vent.
In three days, hundreds of thousands of their comrades died, but they survived. This strange and depressed mood was brought up by Xiong Xiao's laughter, making the entire battlefield filled with laughter like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which was worse than crying. .
On the next battlefield, the battle between Xin Priest Xin Luoting and Zhulong is coming to an end.
For some reason, the power of the prayer sword in Xin Luoting's hand suddenly became much weaker. She was already weaker than Zhulong, and the prayer sword suddenly lost most of its power, which caught her off guard and was slapped by Zhulong's claw. On the Praying Sword, she was sent flying hundreds of meters away, including the sword.
"Wow..." Xin Luoting spurted blood and her body flew in the direction of Zhu Xiaolu involuntarily.
Zhu Xiaolu saw the opportunity and flew into the sky. The eight spikes on his back came out at the same time and stabbed towards Xin Luoting.
If these eight thorns were inserted correctly, the beautiful and cold Priest Xin would turn into an ugly corpse with eight bloody holes in his body.
If conditions permit, Priest Xin will naturally not let himself die so ugly.
Feeling the enemy's attack coming, Xin Luoting hurriedly wrapped her body tightly with her soul power to block the big stinger swung by Zhu Xiaolu.
Buzz.
The eight big thorns were blocked by the purple soul power outside Xin Luoting's body, unable to move forward, and hung there constantly trembling.
In this way, Xin Luoting finally stopped flying from being knocked away by the candle dragon, and allowed herself to stand up in the air again.
"How dare you do something evil to me, you ugly spider." Every white-robed priest is so proud, especially a white-robed priest like Xin Luoting who combines beauty and strength.
In her eyes, Zhu Xiaolu was an extremely ugly spider. It was unforgivable that such an ugly thing dared to plot against her.
"Die." Even though she had just received Zhulong's claw and was seriously injured, Xin Luoting still had enough strength to deal with Zhu Xiaolu.
She waved the sword of prayer and was about to mobilize her soul power to kill Zhu Xiaolu on the spot. Unexpectedly, a strange force in her body followed the movement of her soul power and spread throughout her body, causing her blood to cool down rapidly.
"Damn... damn..." Xin Luoting's face turned green, and the hand holding the sword stopped in mid-air, unable to fall: "Poison..."
"Death." Zhu Xiaolu looked at Xin Luoting faintly: "I think it's you who died."
The eight thorns on Zhu Xiaolu's back were squirming, making people feel extremely eerie just by looking at them.
Xin Luoting's eyes stared straight at the eight spikes, and her beautiful face showed the horror in her heart.
"I don't like people calling me ugly the most. I will make you uglier than a spider." After saying that, the eight thorns on Zhu Xiaolu's back stabbed out quickly.
Puff puff puff...
Xin Luoting's graceful and tender body was pierced by eight sharp feet, and blood spurted out from the eight wounds.
"Sure enough, women can be so ruthless." Looking at the beautiful Xin Luoting who was stabbed horribly by Zhu Xiaolu, Ling Xiao sighed in her heart: "Only this female spider can be so cruel, cough cough..."
Priest Gui and his three-headed flying dragon fought against Pixiu for three days. Whether Priest Gui could stand it or not, the three-headed flying dragon couldn't hold on any longer.
Although the three-headed flying dragon is also a descendant of a mythical beast, there is still a certain gap between it and the real mythical beast.
Being able to withstand Pixiu's attack for so long, this three-headed flying dragon is considered very strong.
Priest Gui knew that he would die if he continued like this, and he immediately felt cruel: "If you want to kill me, I will let you shed some blood first and understand the divine way."
Under Pixiu's powerful attack, Priest Gui finally displayed his strongest skill.
Priest Gui's body suddenly emitted a golden light, making him look extremely holy.
As soon as this light appeared, the entire sky seemed to be covered with a golden veil, the air within a radius of thousands of miles became dense, and the temperature rose sharply.
"So strong." All the remaining warriors sensed this powerful force and stopped involuntarily, looking up at the sky.
Now it was time to decide the winner. The battle below them was no longer the decisive factor, but the battle above them was.
The Pixiu was surrounded by golden light and had disappeared.
Even so, the golden-armored warriors of the Tower of Gods and Demons no longer had any hope in their hearts. They knew that this immediate advantage was only short-lived.
Sure enough, the Pixiu's sharp voice immediately came out from the golden light: "If you dare to show your shame with this level of power, you should die."
"Pah, pah, pah..."
There was a rapid sound of slapping the flesh in the golden light. No one could see what was happening inside, but everyone could hear the heart-rending scream of Priest Gui: "Ah,,,,