God of Thunder

The figures of the two foreigners suddenly grew larger, like inflated balls, which doubled in size in an instant, and when they stepped on the ground, they made a rumbling sound. The two foreigners roared like thunder, Wu Yang glanced back and said, I'm so fucking fat, I'm getting fat!

Ninge Aba didn't understand, he said, What's so fat? While speaking, his sword mark killed a foreigner, and his body has already jumped tens of meters away along with Lei Xingfeng and Wu Yang.

Wu Yang said: Look back... Those two guys are just fat!

Ninge Aba glanced back and said, That's not fat...that's transformation!

The Taoist patriarchs of the two foreign races, after the transformation, Sùdù was obviously faster, but unfortunately the Sùdù of Lei Xingfeng, Wu Yang and Ning'e Aba were extremely fast, these three did not catch up, but the practitioners along the way did not catch up. In the event of a bad luck, he was beaten to death by two Taoist ancestors.

Three cultivators in Wuyang and two Taoist patriarchs of the foreign race killed many people along the way. The cultivators couldn't stand it, and when they saw these five people coming, they hid to the side early.

In this way, the foreigners will suffer, because the three of Wuyang are going for the foreigners, and the cultivators will only be affected. As long as they avoid it in time, the ancestors of the two foreigners will have nothing to do. They cannot turn around Going to chase and kill the cultivator, the two patriarchs were furious, and only wanted to catch Wu Yang and the three of them and tear them to pieces.

The three of them ran around, rushing wherever there were too many foreigners. They were not so stupid as to turn around and fight the two Taoist patriarchs of foreign races. As time went by, the two Taoist ancestors of foreign races found something wrong Since the two have been chasing the three of Wuyang, the areas they were responsible for all collapsed, and they were killed by the masters among the cultivators. It is necessary to find out the two ancestors of the Daojun, and they are responsible for restraining the ancestors of the Daojun among the cultivators. , if there is no restraint, then even if Daojun Patriarch does not use powerful skills, his strength is not something that ordinary foreigners can resist.

Suddenly, two people rushed out from the Daojun Patriarch of the foreign race, and one of them shouted: Kill these two guys!

Lei Xingfeng saw that it was cheap, and shouted: Turn around, do it!

It would be too stupid not to pick up this kind of bargain, and the three of them were also a little annoyed by being chased, so the three of them turned over and rushed back.

boom! boom! boom!

The Taoist patriarchs of the two foreign races suddenly realized that something was wrong. With a strange cry, the two turned around and ran away.

The five chased the two, bombarding them frantically from behind,

However, the Taoist ancestors are different after all, with extremely strong defensive power. Even if they were hit by the bombardment, they would not be seriously injured. All of them collapsed completely, and the originally brave warriors suddenly turned into cowards, turning around and running wildly one by one, while the remaining practitioners frantically chased and slashed and killed along the way.

Lei Xingfeng found that the bodies of the two Taoist ancestors in front shrank rapidly, like deflated rubber balls, and instantly returned to their original appearance. When he entered the crowd of fleeing foreigners, Daojun Patriarch wanted to escape, but generally he couldn't catch up, especially when the defeated foreigners in front blocked Wu Yang's pursuit.

Wu Yang said: It's really fast, it's gone in the blink of an eye!

Ning E'Aba said: Forget it, if you catch up, you'll have to fight again. I don't have the slightest chance of fighting Daojun Patriarch.

Lei Xingfeng also laughed, and he said: Yeah, it's best to run away. If we really match up, we may not necessarily take advantage... especially the two of us. He was talking about Ninge Abba, they The two of them are just Heavenly Lords, relying on the power of Wu Yang and the other two ancestors of Taoist Lords, otherwise, let alone chasing the ancestors of Taoist Lords of two foreign races, if they really meet and fight, how far can they escape? , Only fools fight against such masters, the gap between Daojun and Tianjun is really too big.

Wu Yang smiled and said: That's right, we just ran away like rabbits, haha.

The two cultivators, Daojun, saw that the other party was running away, and they didn't chase after each other. They would rather kill ordinary foreigners, enemies with similar strength to their own. For themselves, they will not take the initiative to attack unless it is absolutely necessary, or when they are very sure.

Although there are a large number of foreigners, there are no more masters than cultivators. Wu Yang and others stopped after chasing and killing them for a while. Seeing the foreigners receding like a tide, they were not willing to chase after them foolishly.

In this battle, although the foreigners suffered heavy casualties, so did the practitioners. Less than two-thirds of the hundreds of thousands of practitioners survived, and half of them were seriously injured. The number of people who survived without any injuries should not exceed 50,000. They are all smart guys. Anyone who is stupid to charge forward, who is either dead or seriously injured and can be intact, is very lucky. up.

The camp was bleak. Most practitioners had never seen this kind of death or injury. Many practitioners who came together saw their companions lost, and their faces were full of sadness.

Wu Yang and Lei Xingfeng were fine, after all, no one else came, and Ninge Aba was more sad, a lot of people came from the third sect, he got it, at least half of them died, and most of the rest brought Fortunately, Lei Xingfeng provided some healing potions when they came out this time, and these injured people did not die because of it.

Compared with practitioners from other sects, Ninge Aba and the others were considered Bùcuò. At least half of them did not die. Most of the practitioners from many sects were killed or injured, and even some practitioners from some sects only survived.

There are also a very small number of small sects, none of them alive, all of them died here.

Behind the supervising team, there are hundreds of thousands of practitioners, all of whom are of the lowest level. They are not here to fight, but to feel the battlefield.

The entire battlefield unfolded in the forest, so the forest was almost completely turned into white ground, with broken branches and leaves all over the ground, and the branches of a few big trees were still standing alone on the battlefield. In a burst of heavy rain, it quickly extinguished, and now the field of vision can really see very far.

Lei Xingfeng sat on a protruding tree root. He looked at the battlefield and felt in his heart that this battlefield was no worse than the battlefield in his previous life. The entire battlefield seemed to have been plowed by countless gunfire. The ground was uneven and there were countless huge dirt With a heavy rain, there are countless ponds on the ground.

A lot of corpses were floating on the pond. The water in the newly formed pond was all red. Lei Xingfeng said: After this battle, we should have some time, right?

Ninge Aba said: Others may have time to rest, but we... may not have it!

Lei Xingfeng smiled wryly: Are we still going to fight?

Wu Yang said: I guess it won't be easy.

Sure enough, before waiting for a long time, an order came down, all the uninjured people gathered, set off to another place, the others stayed where they were for the time being, and the supervising team followed.

Daojun and Tianjun had someone to lead the way. After flying for a certain distance, they came to a temporary camp. Lei Xingfeng saw a portal in the center of the camp. He said, Where is this going?

At the camp, the three of them went to the big canteen. The so-called big canteen, that is, the big wooden shed, has a length of several hundred meters and a width of about ten meters. There are tens of thousands of people in this camp. Even though there are so many wooden sheds, it is still extremely crowded. Of course, the seats of Daojun and Tianjun are guaranteed, and others are not. Many practitioners carry meals Basin, squatting on the ground to eat.

After the meal, someone summoned Taoist and Tianjun to gather.

Many Taoists and Heavenly Lords are cursing secretly. They are all kings and hegemons in their sects. When they come here, they become pawns and little soldiers. They can only get the most basic respect, but they can no longer do whatever they want.

Lei Xingfeng and the others followed the flow of people and quickly entered the portal. As for where to go, no one told or knew.

Coming out of the portal, here is a bigger camp. The three of them followed the crowd ignorantly, and soon someone led them to a resting place. This time, it was even simpler. Four people shared a room. Feng and Ninge Aba walked into the room, and saw an old man sitting on the ground with a sad face.

Seeing the three people coming in, the old man said, Sit down, where are you from? Well, my name is Daleba! This is an ancestor of a Taoist monarch.

Wu Yang said: Brother, I am Wu Yang.

Lei Xingfeng and Ninge Aba signed up separately, and the three of them sat down, Lei Xingfeng asked curiously: Senior, why are you alone?

Daleba said with a gloomy expression, They're all dead, and I'm the only one, damn it! He couldn't help but swear.

This time Lei Xingfeng looked at Dalieba carefully.

The old man can't tell how old he is. Of course, it is almost impossible to guess the age of a cultivator. The experience of the previous life is useless. It is also related to cultivation, so the old man may or may not be very old, but if he can reach the level of the Taoist ancestor, this person will not be young.

His face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were squinted, and he accidentally opened them, his pupils flickering, a force faintly oppressing Lei Xingfeng and Ninge Aba, his face was full of bitterness, he was wearing the clothes given by Ming Zemeng. Clothes, like Wu Yang, represent the status of high-level practitioners here.

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