"Tianbao." At this time, the voice of the leader of Tongtian suddenly echoed on the top.

Taoist Tianbao hurriedly saluted respectfully: "Master."

"The drama of killing each other is meaningless. Give them some strength to get in touch with other civilizations in countless worlds."

"Yes!" Taoist Tianbao bowed.

Then he pointed his finger and a huge space vortex suddenly appeared in the world of the method treasure.

He threw out a dark world bead and shot it into the magic weapon world. The power of the origin of the world in the dark world bead began to create and evolve.

The dark world bead in the palm of the Taoist Tianbao suddenly cracked the spider-web-like pattern, and the sound of an ancient death knell came from the inside.

The moment the bead fell into the center of the battlefield, the entire desert collapsed as if it was gnawed by an invisible giant mouth, revealing the shadow of the River Styx below.

"What is that?"

Xiang Chen Longque's knife blocked his chest, and the black dragon pattern on the blade was restless and restless. His spiritual sense swept into the abyss, and he saw countless golden scales floating among the turbid waves of the Styx - it was the holy weapon for the Anubis tribe to judge the deceased.

"Click!"

The space was like ice shattering. When the first giant claw covered with scarabs pierced the edge of the crack, the battlefield temperature dropped sharply to absolute zero.

The moment the jackal's head drilled out, all the monks in a radius of thousands of miles covered their hearts at the same time - their life essence was forcibly withdrawn by 20%!

"Death God Clan!" The nine ancient swords of sword cynicism Li Ping'an automatically formed a formation to protect the master, "Master Tianbao actually used the Saint-level World Pearl to create creatures outside the domain!"

"Nest, what is this?" Xiang Chen was stunned and incredible.

Li Ping'an glanced at him and said lightly: "This is a race in other infinite worlds, it should be a race from the Death Tribe."

"The other races in the infinite world!" Xiang Chen was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly remembered that in the records of the Mercenary Guild, the infinite Gods were indeed divided into different mythological civilizations of the heavens.

The two sides have great cultures, different religious beliefs, different languages, different titles for realms, and different powers of practice.

The Immortal God where Confucianism and Buddhism are located can be called the Immortality of the East. Although the Immortality of the East is divided into several different sects, fortunately, the language and many customs are the same.

Among them is a world that is completely different from the East, such as the infinite world of the West.

What surged out of the vortex was not the scattered soldiers, but the complete army of death.

The leader is a thousand feet tall. The jackal's head is inlaid with twelve eyes of the god of the underworld. The golden scepter in his hand is lightly beaten, and the battlefield thousands of miles of miles is instantly covered by the "Nation of the Dead".

The underworld began to erode, and the yellow sand turned into a dark red swamp like a carrot, crawling out of the mummy wrapped in the shroud

The laws also began to suppress, and all healing spells were reversed into autophagy curse

Every time the monks cast a spell, strands of life essence floated out from their eyebrows.

"The judgment begins." The scepter led by the god of death pointed to the nearest White Tiger monk.

The disciple had just condensed the evil spirit of the white tiger, and suddenly found that his shadow was twisted into a jackal form and backfired the body - his soul was assimilated by the law of the God of Death!

"Create the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation!" Ao Yue of the Dragon Clan turned into a thousand feet of dragon body and hovered into the air. Three hundred dragon disciples responded immediately. The starlight chain had just formed, but was torn to pieces by the pale giant hand stretched out from the Styx.

The dragon scales swept by their eyes were instantly astonished and fell off.

What's even more terrifying is the transformation of the dead - the three fallen dragon monks suddenly stood up, the dragon bones grew into a scarab shell, and they vomited dark fire at their former companions.

"Use the true fire of the sun!" The Golden Crown Clan turned into the core of the fiery sun, and 100,000 Golden Crown Fire Essences rushed towards the commander of the God of Death.

But the jackal's head suddenly cracked its bloody mouth, swallowing all the sun fire essence into the world of the yin fire in the abdomen.

Fen Yun groaned and retreated suddenly, and the underworld fire stained with his wings began to burn his life.

"Nine-Polar Sword Sutra - Time Break!" Li Ping'an, a sword, stabbed at the core of the vortex.

His sword light superimposed on the microscopic timeline for thousands of times, and temporarily cut off the time anchor point of the Dead Country.

The scepter ruled by the God of Death appeared instantly, and the twelve eyes of the God of Death were destroyed one after another.

Grasping this fleeting fighter, Xiang Chen's Longque Demon Sword had been wrapped around the Chaos Heavy Water and slashed to the point: "Bixiao Jidao - Guixu sigh!"

When the blade touched the jawbone's jaw, the black hole singularity that exploded inside twisted the three eyes of the God of the Underworld into shattered crystals.

"Ant!" The god of death commanded the scepter and swept across the scepter, and the phantom of the "Black Sutra of the Dead" that appeared on the body of the scepter suppressed it down.

Xiang Chen's arms instantly carbonized, but his bloody teeth grinned: "I'm waiting for now-"

His eyebrows suddenly cracked the illusion of all things, and his pupils reflected the memory of the god of death commanding the god of death being swallowed by other gods of death in childhood.

The Yin-Yang Reversal Sword Intention was activated, and the movements of this powerful man in the Holy Realm suddenly stiffened, and the scepter trajectory was tilted by three inches.

It was this three-inch difference that allowed Fen Yun to seize the opportunity to detonate the core of the natal Golden Crow. When the solar storm teared open the underworld, Ao Yue's eight heavenly dragon power penetrated into the crack and blasted the scarab armor led by Death to burst out the spider web cracks.

There were fierce battles everywhere on the battlefield.

The White Tiger disciple burned his own evil spirit, and the Seven Killing Sword Intent temporarily broke through the extreme realm, nailing hundreds of death guards into the void and burning them.

The disciples of Tianhu opened up all the magic, allowing the three thousand gods of death to kill each other, at the cost of being full of black hair turning into white hair

The disciples of the formation cultivator activated the "Liangyi Micro-Dust Array" at the cost of the origin of life, exiling the entire Death Cavalry to the quantum vacuum

The most shocking thing was the Titan monks. These giants formed a flesh-and-blood Great Wall with their hands, and did not retreat even if they were burned by the Nether Fire.

They burned the force field shield supported by their souls to gain valuable formation time for fellow Taoists in the rear.

The disciples of the Jie Sect who were already killing each other a moment ago immediately realized that no matter which sect came from the Jie Sect, they all joined forces to attack this racial legion from other immeasurable world civilizations.

Hundreds of thousands of Death Clan warriors swept the earth.

Several monks of the Death God Clan who had the cultivation level of the Heavenly Realm in Taiyi Immortal Lord killed Xiang Chen and Li Ping'an not far from Xiang Chen.

In the middle of the battlefield, the River Styx was surging and the dead spirit was filled with death.

Three monks of the Death Clan wearing decay shrouds stepped out of the underworld. They held golden scales and their eyes were filled with green fire of judgment.

One of the Death monks held up the scepter, and a hoarse voice echoed on the battlefield: "Oriental monks, your life will end here!"

Xiang Chen sneered, the Dragon Que Demon Sword trembled in his hand, and the black dragon phantom wrapped around the blade, making a low dragon roar.

"Just a mere undead race, dare you be arrogant in front of me?"

His figure flashed, and he displayed his momentary beauty. The flow of time suddenly accelerated, and the sword light slashed out a thousand times in an instant!

As soon as the golden scale of the Death monk was lifted, it was torn apart by the black dragon sword, and the shroud cracked, revealing its dry body.

However, the monk Death Grim sneered, and his broken body quickly recovered under the nourishment of the power of the Styx.
Chapter completed!