How come this main god space is filled with stitching monsters!

Chapter 1413 Who is Strong and Who is Weak (Monthly Tickets Plus 2/10)

Zheng Zha occupied a battlefield alone, and in front of him were eighteen innate saints!

Yes, they were saints, not saints.

Even if they had innate spiritual treasures in their hands, they were still saints.

"Only eighteen?"

Zheng Zha was a little worried. He was not worried that he could not beat them. Even if one hundred and eight innate saints surrounded him, he was confident that he would not lose!

Zheng Zha could not die. After Luo Li's special training, Zheng Zha also had some insights into the meaning of eternity. Coupled with his spiritual light, he could not die. These guys were not enough to attack him instantly. As long as he could not die, he could completely rely on the endless spiritual light to repair, repair, and repair, and then keep, keep, and keep fighting until the opponent was exhausted to death by himself, or the opponent burst out with a super-limit attack to kill him.

But Lao Qi mentioned the effect of the thirty-three days of differentiation battlefield. If he was divided into eighteen Xiantian Saints and Xiantian Lingbao, what if there were Xiantian Saints in other battlefields?

There were only three and a half people in the Zhongzhou team who could fight Xiantian!

"How many people do you have in total!"

Zheng Zha shouted. He estimated that he should be able to blow up these guys quickly, but he was afraid that the Xiantian Saints in other battlefields would be faster.

"Just a human, die!"

"Bold human, dare to disrespect Xiantian Saints like us!"

"Damn! You can't talk properly, right!"

Zheng Zha was angry. If they were willing to have a good chat with him, it was not impossible to talk.

But these guys didn't know what it meant to talk properly, which was too much.

"Really Honghuang!"

"?!" ×18

The human city was at a disadvantage in terms of comprehensive combat power. Although Zheng Zha could fight eighteen Xiantians alone, the number of the opponents was too large. Especially the lower the level of the battlefield, the more so.

Although the Thirty-three Heavens can perform spatial cutting, even the Innate Saint cannot break through the Thirty-three Heavens' spatial cutting, but the Innate Saint's volume is larger than a large universe. In terms of volume alone, it is directly a collection of large universe planes.

Once these eighteen Innate Saints stand here, except for the prehistoric continent, no universe in the entire multiverse can withstand the unreserved release of the volume of eighteen Innate Saints.

Oh, the human city does not count.

But in the eyes of the Innate Saints, Zheng Zha's punch is even larger and more condensed than the sum of their Innate Saints. How to describe that kind of power? To put it simply, it's like an entire multiverse smashing towards them.

"Form a formation! Quickly form a formation!"

"Fuck, what kind of monster is this!"

"Is this something we can deal with? Find an emperor!"

"Ah! Fuck! My innate spiritual treasure!"

Eighteen innate holy positions plus eighteen innate spiritual treasures with linked auras, such a lineup is definitely luxurious, and thirty-six also contain the art of Tiangang. This extremely luxurious innate defense lineup was directly shattered after Zheng Zha's angry punch. Eighteen innate holy positions plus eighteen innate spiritual treasures flew backwards collectively.

Especially the innate spiritual treasure and innate holy position used to combine the power of all innate forces. It was a holy position holding a battle flag. With Zheng Zha's punch, the battle flag was directly blown up, and the innate holy position was directly beaten and disappeared.

"No need to answer, I just need to kill you all and naturally go to other battlefields!"

Zheng Zha thought so, but he immediately saw the innate spiritual treasure that was originally blown up slowly disappearing, and then in the mist, another innate holy position emerged.

"How come you still have backup? No, no, they are coming from other battlefields!"

The innates sneered, but in fact, these newly appeared innate saints and innate spiritual treasures were not innate saints coming from other battlefields, but the reserve forces they had prepared long ago.

In fact, there were not only eighteen innate saints coming to this battlefield, but under the effect of the formation diagram, only twenty-one innate saints and innate spiritual treasures could be sent in each time, and the remaining more than eighty innate saints and innate spiritual treasures could only wait to enter the battlefield.

Yes, just as Zheng Zha thought, the innate saints and innate spiritual treasures that entered the battlefield were not all targeting him, or they were targeted by him alone.

Compared with Zheng Zha's one-sided bloodbath, the battle between Fu Zha and Luo Li could be considered a battle.

"Origin of Nirvana."

A black hole with infinite pulling force condensed in Fu Zha's hand. He is now a real third-level proto-saint. The black hole origin seized from the black hole dragon Navis is also a real black hole origin in human history. With the advancement to the third level of the Heart of Innocence, Fu Zha is no different from the innate saint except that he is not an innate saint.

Under the innate heart, Fu Zha can be said to be avoided by the three innate saints.

Even if they are innate, they are unwilling to fight against such a guy who dares to fight negatively.

The three innates immediately integrated the tactics, that is, the two weaker innates will entangle Fu Zha, and the strongest one will directly kill Luo Li first.

In order to ensure the success rate of killing, the strongest innate held three innate spiritual treasures and killed Luo Li directly.

"Even if you are also an innate saint, don't think about surviving!"

Luo Li had no expression on her face, and she didn't know when the storm hammer in her hand disappeared.

It was a great weapon, a magic legendary weapon worth A to double A level in the main god space, but for Luo Li now, it was no longer of much use.

Luo Li took a deep breath and her body turned into a purple thunder. The thunderstorm swept through the Xiantian Saint like a tornado, and the expression of the Xiantian Saint gradually changed from murderous intent to horror.

This, this is not right?

Why can't it break free? It's like a mortal falling into a huge vortex in the depths of the ocean. There is no possibility of resistance at all when using mortal power to fight against the terrifying power of the ocean.

Thunder continued to bombard the Xiantian Saint. Although the power of the endless thunder was not great, it could not withstand the high frequency of the thunder's attack. Moreover, no matter how great it was, all the means of the Xiantian Saint could not resist the power of thunder. It could only be killed by thunder bit by bit. Under the continuous bombardment, the Xiantian Saint actually declined at a very fast speed.

In the end, he died with his eyes wide open.

But the Xiantian Saint didn't forget to shout out his last words before dying: "Don't think you can win by killing me! In the entire battlefield, we are the strongest!"