Samsara Of The Gods: The Fourth Fierce Natural Disaster

The entire sky erupted with a dazzling and violent air current, instantly turning the heavens and the earth.

Within a radius of ten miles, it was like a storm passing through, the earth was devastated, countless cracks were dense, and even the space was shattered.

Those gods who were relatively close to each other suffered an unwarranted disaster, and one by one they were not killed by the Twelve Ancestors and Witches, but were injured under the aftermath of the attack of the seven gods.

"Ahem, are you dead?"

"Whew, if you don't die, you have to shed your skin." "

No, those golden people haven't stopped killing yet.

"Be careful!"

With Odin's roar, a huge sword aura in the sky slashed down from the dazzling light, penetrating space and time, and appeared in front of the seven god lords in an instant.

In the loud sound of "boom", a sword mark more than ten miles long appeared on the ground, and the battle armor of the seven gods was shattered, blood spurted from their mouths, and they fell aside.

At the critical moment, they burned the divine source again, boosted their divine power, and injected it into their battle armor, opening the maximum protection.

Fortunately, these guys reacted quickly, otherwise in the face of the Dragon Emperor's sword, there would be a few guys who would be beheaded by a sword.

The crisp sound of "ding" suddenly came out from the dazzling light cluster in the sky, and two blurred figures in the air were reattached to each other.

Zi Yuan looked at the dragon slaying dagger in her hand with a shocked face, and looked at the tip of the knife inserted less than an inch into the tyrant's chest in disbelief, and the whole person was stunned.

A vigorous and powerful hand, one grabbed Zi Yuan's neck, and the endless dragon qi boiled out, with a radius of hundreds of miles, and the sky swirled in an instant.

Just outside the city of Beijing, China, at this moment, I was in the middle of the galaxy, and the stars were twinkling, like a sea of stars.

All the gods who attacked Yingzheng were all pulled into the dragon qi realm by him.

", you finally made a move, aren't you disappointed, why can't you break the witch body of this emperor?"

grabbed Ziyuan's neck with one hand, and picked up the dragon-slaying dagger inserted in his chest with the other, his face full of mockery.

"Tyrant, how can your witch body be so powerful?"

Zi Yuan's eyes were full of hatred and despair, it was clear that the ancient witch body cultivation method was given to him by herself, and she was naturally clear about the weakness of the witch body.

It took two thousand years to search for materials and invest countless efforts to refine the dragon slaying dagger that specializes in killing Yingzheng.

Obviously the dragon vein was broken, the dragon qi was worn out, and the weakness was stabbed, why couldn't she break the tyrant's

witch body? She was not convinced! Unwillingly!

"Haha, cheap maid, do you think that this emperor does not know the weakness of the ancient witch body?

It's been two thousand years, and it was because of this slut, Great Qin II, who died.

It was because of this cheap maid that Huaxia's dragon vein was broken, and the dragon qi was exhausted.

It is because of this cheap maid that China suffered from foreign invasion, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the people were struggling to make a living.

It was because of this cheap maid that he led the Japanese to invade China, killing countless people, gathering the power of flesh and blood, and polluting the land of China.

But Yingzheng would never let her die so easily! He

swore that he must let this endure the calcination of the three flavors of true fire for hundreds of millions of years!

"Cheap maid, don't worry, when I catch your daughter, I will reunite your mother and son, haha..."

Hmm..."

Without waiting for Zi Yuan to continue talking nonsense, the dragon qi in Ying Zheng's body conjured twelve dragons, which suddenly burrowed into Zi Yuan's body, directly blocking her Zi Mansion.

Ziyuan used to be a saint, inherited the inheritance of the hundred schools of thought, and then read all the books in the Great Qin collection, and the ghost knew what spells she would do, so Yingzheng didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and directly banned her Zifu.

At this moment, Zi Yuan not only lost all her mana, but she couldn't even mobilize the Yuan Shen and became a mortal.

As for wanting to break Ying Zheng's seal, unless the other party's cultivation is higher than him, he can't help the twelve dragon qi dragons that burrow into her body.

And in the mummy world, those who have cultivated to the eighth grade, only Yingzheng is alone, and if he wants to break the seal, he has no hope.

"These exotic gods were all bewitched by you, right?"

pinching Zi Yuan's neck, making her speechless, Ying Zheng admired the other party's desperate and hateful gaze, and the other hand was not idle, controlling the dragon qi realm and began to strangle those gods.

The Twelve Ancestors Wu Jinren, in the realm of dragon qi, after being blessed by Yingzheng, its power has become more powerful, and the puppet of the seventh grade has faintly reached its peak, killing it, it is simply a battlefield harvesting machine.

Everywhere the Jin people passed, the blood of the gods was spilled, and countless gods were torn to pieces by the Jin people, and even the gods and souls could not escape, and the real gods were destroyed.

The Seven Divine Lords once again burned the Divine Source, trying to break through the realm with all their might, but they could only work in vain, and the gap between one product and one product was the distance of qualitative change.

With the full force of the explosion, even if the seven people attacked the same point, it would only cause a faint shock in the dragon qi realm, far from the extent of breaking it.

At this moment, the seven gods were also full of despair.

In just a short period of incense, thousands of gods were completely strangled by the Twelve Ancestors and Witches, leaving only seven desperate gods.

"Where's Athena?"

Standing quietly in front of the seven gods, Yingzheng asked indifferently, his eyes calm and waveless, looking at the seven gods as if looking at a dead thing.

"In, in the underworld, suppressed in the Ten Absolute Lands, has been imprisoned for two thousand years.

Hades replied tremblingly, as the master of the underworld, he also stayed away from the Ten Absolute Lands, because even if he entered that Sealed Land, the power in his body would be wiped out.

Athena has been thrown into it for two thousand years, and although it has not yet fallen, it is not far away, because her divine fire has reached the verge of collapse.

Every Greek god, when he lit a divine fire and obtained the godhead, would burn a divine fire in the temple, and the extinguishing of this divine fire would herald the fall and death of this god.

When Yingzheng broke the seal, they checked the situation of Athena's divine fire and knew that she was not far from death.

"Back then, if it weren't for Athena, the Greek gods, they would have been slaughtered by me a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to attack your people, the Greek gods, there is no need to exist. "

The three ancestral witches strode out, one by one, and grabbed Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon.

"Dragon Emperor, spare your life, we are willing to surrender, we are willing to surrender. "

After the Twelve Ancestors and Witches killed many miscellaneous gods, they besieged the seven gods, and the three of Zeus at this moment, where do they still have the strength to resist

? They were hung upside down one by one, and they were about to be torn apart and killed by the Jinren, where could they still maintain the shelf of the gods? One by one

, they begged for mercy and begged for their lives.