Chapter 4407 (1/2)

In addition to Zichen City, the center of tianwu world, the other 99% regions have been captured.

It can be said that there is only one city left in the world, and those who survived are in this city at the moment.

Once this city is occupied, the world of Zichen will disappear.

Since then, there is no Zichen.

After killing the last one who had the inheritance of the devil, Zichen stood on a knife, his body was full of scars, and there were several bones.

The rules of heaven and earth can not help him repair, only rely on pills, but he is seriously injured, the effect of pills is not ideal.

Even those pills were given by the old man when he came back from the demon family. The pills were specially used to heal the Holy One.

Monks, Kuiwei, magic ape and other beings came to Zichen. After a bloody battle, they were all wounded and lined up on both sides of Zichen.

Su Mengyao several people also came over, their injuries are not serious, but they consume a lot, and there is not enough time to recover at present.

Bi you comes with others. Less than half of the 100 strong people who came here before have survived, and the survivors are not in good condition.

Chonghao, Ninghua, Hannu, Liu Shanyao and other ancient saints also came to Zichen's back.

Then, more and more combat power came to us one by one.

With the purple Chen as the beginning, all the people came one after another and arranged in the back.

All around the city, has been surrounded by gods and demons, their number is still many, but the front of those, the state is not much better than the Zichen side of the people.

As for those in the rear who have the peak combat power, the realm is not too high.

Mo Yizhan leans behind the crowd, and the devil Zhengtian has joined the battle before, but most of them are wandering around the periphery, not daring to rush to the front line.

Such a level of combat, a saint's combat effectiveness is insignificant, let alone his nine stars.

According to Mo Yizhan's estimation, from the battle to now, the number of dead three clan saints has already passed thousands.

More than a thousand saints died in tianwu. Can you imagine?

In the past, he believed that after witnessing the war, he believed that the final ownership of the whole holy spirit world could be determined through this war.

Once tianwu world is destroyed, this place will become a blessed place for gods and demons.

And the same, if Zichen holds, that after the first World War, the gods and Demons suffered heavy losses. If they want to launch a decent attack, it is obviously impossible, and they can only retreat.

Zichen, who has never used the city's big array, directly inspired the city's big array. Countless rays of light came from all around the city, such as the light column of Chongxiao, which converged in the mid air, and formed a guard like an inverted big bowl to protect the whole city.

Seeing this scene, the old man Ge laughed, ”Zichen, Zichen, it seems that you have really become the end of a strong arrow. Do you want to recover by relying on the time of the battle? Is it possible? ”

On the outskirts of the city, there are countless attacks, various, surging with colorful light, falling on the big array.

The great battle is roaring and trembling, like a drum beating on the hearts of all the people in the city.

Everyone in the city closed their eyes and began to recuperate. It was a rare time.

In the face of such a strong attack, every interest of the grand array will consume countless resources. It can be said that everyone's rest time is totally generated by resources.

”Something.”

Old Ge is in a good mood, because all his wary demons are killed, and the next situation is completely controlled by their Protoss.

”It's over.”

Behind the old man Ge, there was a magic light. The light flew forward and turned into a huge hammer in the sky, and it hit the big array below.

When the hammer falls, the momentum is powerful, and the whole array is twisted more violently.

After three strikes in a row, the hammer broke down, and the city protection array collapsed. Even before and after, it only lasted for 20 minutes.

Zichen opened his eyes and held the knife tightly in his hand

Behind him, everyone yelled ”life and death.”.

When the time comes to truly divide life and death, the two sides will surely be completely destroyed after the war.

It's not spiritual death, it's God or devil death.

Zichen rises from the sky and goes directly to the old man Ge, while chonghao and Han Nu go to both sides and face the two ancient saints.

Strong one after another, rushed to the sky.

In front of Ge old man's body, the God hammer which had disappeared before reappeared and went straight to Zichen.

Under the close perception, the power of the hammer is more extraordinary, where the wind and thunder bursts.

Zichen roared with a knife and cut it off. With no match, he cut off old GE's extraordinary hammer. The light of the knife went on and went straight to the old man's face.

In front of old man Ge, there were countless lights. It was a shining shield, which blocked in front of him.There was a huge bang.

The light of the knife broke and old man Ge flew out.

His eyes have a touch of startled color, clearly is already the end of the strong Crossbow's Zichen, unexpectedly still have such means, this is really can't.

Whew!

At the next moment, the sword light reappears. It is a short sword made by chonghao and others with the help of demon grade materials. It can give full play to the power of thunder sword.

Ge Lao's hair in the distance uttered a exclamation, and his body fell towards the ground. A hole had been pierced by a dagger on the light shield in his hand.

This is the sorrow of leaving the world ahead of time. If you don't get the devil's bone, you will have no good weapons.

In this respect, the purple Chen this finally comes out, still have great advantage.

”How about the ancient holy reverence? In the eyes of Buddha, it is still not worth mentioning!”

The two Buddha shadows behind the monk immediately rushed into his body. With a violent breath, the scythe in the monk's hand was cut out.

An ancient deity of the protoss, who has lived for unknown years, has a head flying high, and his eyes are full of disbelief.