National Transfer: Necromancer! I Am A Disaster

Silov began to fight back, and the bloody law roared in the air.

Meng Anwen's expression changed slightly, Silov was indeed at level 97, and he was better than him purely in terms of strength.

But the actual combat strength does not simply depend on the level, there are many other factors.

Meng Anwen controlled the god Shata, and interweaved a large number of formations to start a counterattack with Xihaofu.

Ning Tairan, Ye Hao, and a group of god-level powerhouses from the Shenxia Empire were not idle, and immediately started a battle with the rest.

The world was almost destroyed, and the entire capital of the Eagle Kingdom was smashed to pieces in an instant.

Countless people in the capital died in the aftermath of the war.

Their flesh and blood turned into mud, staining the earth red.

But none of them were terrified, instead they had madness on their faces.

They have no fear of death.

These people have become part of the blood clan and are controlled by the blood clan.

They have lost the attributes that humans should have.

Ning Tairan said coldly, "Those who are not of my race must have a different heart, the ancestors sincerely do not deceive me!"

"These guys are no longer human, kill them, kill them to your heart's content!"

"It's not just that these guys are not human. Except for our Shenxia, ​​everyone in the whole world has become slaves of the blood race."

"Leave no one behind, the world will be bright and clear."

One by one, the killing intent was soaring, and the land of Yingguo fell into a catastrophe, with landslides and ground cracked. 02

God-level powerhouses fight recklessly, and even the world can be destroyed.

Since this period of time, the number of dead creatures has exceeded hundreds of millions.

In today's battle, there are tens of millions again.

These flesh and blood were absorbed by the blood curtain in the sky, and fed back to the Celestial Beings on the West Road.

Seehoff's strength improved again, he swayed the law, and laughed wildly, "Meng Anwen, you are not my opponent, I can finally step on you."

Having been suppressed by Meng Anwen and others all his life, Silov's heart was full of resentment, which finally broke out at this moment.

Meng Anwen remained silent, he was looking for Silov's weakness.

Silov seems to be powerful, driving the Scarlet Law.

But Meng Anwen felt that Silov's understanding of the law was not deep, and the power he could exert was extremely limited.

Obviously already at level 97, his real combat power is not much higher than his own.

With confidence in his mind, Meng Anwen struck out countless runes with both hands, and the roar of Shen Xiata became louder, and his power was more majestic than before.

Meng Anwen turned from defense to offense and began to press down on Silov.

. . .

In the ancient battlefield, Antares watched with relish.

"This guy's understanding of Dao is not bad."

"I seemed to have underestimated him a little before, but he seems to be quite smart, and there may be a chance to leave this world in the future.

"But compared to the brat, it's far worse."

Lin Moyu is comprehending the law at the moment, and has not paid attention to what happened in the human race.

Antares would call him if something happened.

If you don't call him, it means nothing.

With Antares here, he doesn't have to worry.

The battle lasted for half a day, and Meng Anwen had fully grasped Silov's strength, and gradually gained the upper hand.

In the rest of the battlefield, there are Ning Tairan and Ye Hao, two 96-level high-level gods, and Silov's group is retreating steadily.

Several gods have already been beheaded by them.

The scope of the battlefield is getting bigger and bigger, and the Eagle Country has been completely defeated.

Cities were turned into ruins, the earth was cracked, and mountains and rivers were overturned.

The more Silov fought, the more he couldn't believe it, he roared again and again, "Impossible, impossible, I'm already level 97, you're only level 96, there's no way I will lose to you.

Meng Anwen didn't speak, he attacked with all his strength, not giving Silov any chance.

Although he had the upper hand and suppressed Silov, it would not be possible to kill him in a short while.

And Silov wanted to escape, but Meng Anwen knew he couldn't stop him.

"We have to find a way, we can't let him escape!"

Meng Anwen thought of Lin Moyu, "If Xiaoyu is here, there will be absolutely no problem."

Unknowingly, Lin Moyu has grown to the point where even he needs to look up to.

Even the Dragon King can confront head-on, and the high-ranking Dragon King can easily kill in seconds.

It can be said that there is no difficulty in dealing with a Silov.

Silov became more and more crazy, and the Scarlet Law almost exploded.

But no matter how crazy he is, it's useless, the result is just like that.

Gradually, Silov began to withdraw, "Meng Anwen, I will kill you when I reach level 98!"

Meng Anwen was startled, "Oops, he's going to run away."

He hasn't thought of a way to deal with Silov yet.

Suddenly, a sharp black light came from far away, instantly.

The black light crashed into Silov like lightning.

Silov flew upside down for a thousand meters with a scream, and the Scarlet Law collapsed.

A huge wound ran from his chest to his waist, and Silov's whole body was almost cut off by the black light.

Blood was pouring down like rain, and there was a smear of black in his blood, with a strong fishy smell, and the stench was unpleasant.

Yan Kuangsheng flew from afar with a big knife in his hand, and once again slashed at Xihaofu from afar.

Another black awn flew out, and Silov gave a strange cry, and defended with all his strength using the Scarlet Law.

Attacking the soul lock, it is impossible to escape.

The black light collided with the Scarlet Law, and with a bang, the Scarlet Law collapsed again.

The remaining sword glow penetrated Silov's body again.

One arm was cut off directly, and collapsed into flesh in the air.

Silov shouted, "Impossible, how could you be so strong.

Yan Kuangsheng laughed loudly, "Whether I'm strong or not, it's your turn to care?"

Yan Kuangsheng slashed at him with a knife, and Silov suddenly became extremely embarrassed.

One cut off the body, one cut off the arm.

If it wasn't for the fact that Sirov was a high-level god, and his vitality was strong enough, he would have died long ago.

Once Yan Kuangsheng made a move, he would not stop until the enemy was dead, and his fighting style was not as steady as Meng Anwen's, with a hint of madness.

That's how Crazy God, Crazy Yan got his nickname.

Meng Anwen saw it in his eyes and observed a three-second silence for Silov.

Unexpectedly, Yan Kuangsheng would suddenly kill him, and his combat power was obviously greatly improved compared to 703 a year ago.

"Slay ten directions with a knife!"

Yan Kuangsheng roared suddenly, and the law of murderous aura exploded, covering a radius of one kilometer.

Silov was swallowed up by the murderous aura, screaming continuously, and after only a few seconds, there was no movement at all.

Yan Kuangsheng reached out and picked out a head from the murderous aura, it was the head of Silov.

"I'm late!" Yan Kuangsheng said, he seems to have missed a lot this time.

Meng Anwen smiled, "It's good to be here, the battle here is almost over."

No one in Xiluo died, and the dragons had no leader, and the progress of the battle suddenly became faster.

Just when Meng Anwen was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a giant face appeared in Xuexia.

Not human, with fangs, fangs.

As soon as it appeared, Meng Anwen became vigilant.

"I didn't expect that even the blood slaves at level 97 were killed by you."

"You are very good, and you are qualified to become the blood slaves of this deity."

When it was talking, it looked towards Meng Anwen and Yan Shousheng.

"Servant, sister!" Yan Kuangsheng roared angrily, and waved a black murderous aura, blasting away the huge bloody face.

The bloody giant face will be visible elsewhere in the next second, "It's useless, I'll give you five seconds to think about it, after five seconds the deity will come in person, and you won't have another chance."

"Think about your sister!" Yan Kuangsheng responded to him with a murderous look.

Becoming a slave of the blood clan, he is not so overwhelmed.

As for Meng Anwen, it was even more impossible.

"If that's the case, then wait for your death. The blood-colored giant face let out a cold laugh, and the blood curtain began to violently churn...