seven gods

More than a dozen monsters with holy patterns rushed into the defense barrier built by the representatives, and opened a gap by self-detonation, causing countless awakened people to vomit blood.

The next moment, a large number of holy pattern monsters began to rush into the gap, fighting bloody.

Many A-level awakeners were not the opponents of these holy monsters at all, their bodies were brutally split open, and they fell on the spot.

Blood and terror enveloped every part of the island.

There is Shenyue Qinghui turned into endless energy and crushed down.

A group of holy monsters were suppressed and fell to the ground.

The Empress of the Great Moon raised her willow eyebrows, stepped on the moonlight, suppressed in the air, and oppressed the world.

As soon as she raised her hand, the moonlight spread all over the world, and the violent figures of hundreds of holy monsters froze suddenly, and more than a dozen holy monsters were directly crushed into blood foam by the moonlight.

The demigods still have absolute power to suppress these holy monsters!

"I'll hold that photographer back, you all go help clean up the mobs first!"

Chen Ping climbed up from the ruins, wiped off the blood on his head, and suddenly shouted loudly.

All the demigods knew that he said this to those demigods.

I don't know when this battle will end. If it falls into a protracted war, then the representatives of all nations must bear the greatest losses.

Although these monsters were called small monsters by Chen Ping, they were terrifying monsters that could easily kill the Ultimate Awakened!

The demigods cleaned up the mobs as quickly as possible, so that even if they fell into a protracted battle later, Chen Ping and the others could maintain the world's top combat power to the maximum extent.

"Hmph, arrogant guy, do you really think you can resist the attack of that existence?"

The God of Liberty snorted coldly, he had just been slapped away by the photographer, and now there is still a sharp pain in his chest.

"Hehe, there is Fan, the leader of the Conferred God." Nansen Kingdom's Eight-Winged Black God smiled, stretched out his eight wings, and slammed, and a black gust of wind flew across hundreds of miles, directly blowing away countless monsters with holy patterns.

"No matter what, he is willing to risk his life, so let's get down to business first."

The blood ancestor also made a move, summoning the blood pool of the abyss, and pulling the monsters with holy patterns into the endless blood pool.

Only the Hall Master of the Holy Light Hall looked worriedly in Chen Ping's direction.

Only people in the Holy Light Hall know that the real owner of the Holy Light Hall is Chen Ping!How could he let Chen Ping do such a dangerous thing?
But this time, Chen Ping had already turned into an extremely gorgeous golden light, rushing straight in front of the photographer, Xiong Ba's gloves bloomed with dazzling brilliance, behind him was a phantom of a martial god, and his fists fell violently.

The photographer held the camera in one hand and the carving knife in the other. The carving knife contained the power of heaven and earth, and kept chopping on Chen Ping's gloves.

Intensive earth-shattering collisions time after time annihilated the surrounding land instantly.

Chen Ping felt a terrifying shock beyond imagination.

It was as if there was a living being, blessed by the laws of heaven and earth, and unleashed a higher-dimensional attack. Every time he hit hard, his arm felt unbearable pain.

The photographer's face has a look of madness, but the deeper look of madness is the indifference and ruthlessness towards living beings, as if the only thing he wants to do is to wipe out Chen Ping and others, the kind that wipes them clean.

Whoa!
Another blow from the carving knife.

The hiss of King Kong's collision burst.

Cracks appeared in Chen Ping's Xiongba gloves, and he fell backwards.

As soon as the photographer stepped on his feet, his whole figure seemed to ignore the constraints of time and space, and instantly appeared in front of Chen Ping, and the carving knife fell head-on.

Even though Chen Ping's physique was already extremely strong against the sky, he was still cut open with a thick bloody mouth, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

The next moment, an extremely sharp carving knife appeared on Chen Ping's neck.

This is the fatal blow.

However, it is between the electric light and the flint.

The black sun behind Chen Ping had suddenly appeared above the photographer's head, smashing down viciously with a destructive aura.

Rumble!
The photographer is overwhelmed by the energy of the black sun.

But the deadly sharpness of the carving knife still tore Hei Ri apart, leaving a bloody gash on Chen Ping's neck.

Chen Ping's body was intertwined with chaotic thunder, and he retreated like a teleportation.

In the next moment, the photographer had already torn apart the black sun and stabbed towards Chen Ping.

The crisis of death is like a shadow!
Chen Ping has never encountered such an enemy.

The murderous intent is so vast and deep, and the attack method is so in line with the way, giving him a feeling that no matter what he does, the scythe of death is still getting closer!
"God Lord Chen Ping, I will help you!"

The hall master of the Holy Light Hall shouted loudly, engulfing the sky with the holy light and suppressing it.

Waves of holy light danced wildly like a dragon, and every time they swept across, they could easily hit Duan Shanyue.

However, when these terrifying holy lights approached the photographer, they would be directly cut to pieces by the sharp edge of the carving knife that transcended all boundaries.

The owner of the Holy Light Hall rushed to the photographer, and a beam of light from a carving knife fell on his arm like an antelope's horns, and passed by.

Holy blood spilled across the sky.

Accompanied by the scream of the hall master.

There is actually an arm flying high.

The Lord of the Holy Light Hall had his arm chopped off by the photographer!

The photographer, who has been blessed by the mighty power of heaven and earth, is now much more powerful than before. Just a carving knife makes countless demigods terrified!
It is not useless for the Hall Master to join the battlefield.

Chen Ping got a momentary respite, and the Nine Phase Immortal Knife shot out from the storage space instantly, just when the photographer shot at the palace master, it attacked different parts of the photographer's body at the same time, each knife was sealed All directions of the photographer.

This is a surefire move.

Three throwing knives even shot at the photographer's head at the same time from different directions.

The nine-handed fairy knives intertwined into a deadly net, forming the strongest killing move since Chen Ping started the war.

But the next moment.

The photographer's figure suddenly twisted in place.

Then the body disappeared out of thin air.

Appeared in another space position.

The nine-handed immortal knives crossed, tearing the air and cutting a loneliness.

"Spatial teleportation?!"

"how can that be?!"

Everyone looked shocked.

In this world, even if someone sees an awakened power splitting the space.

But using force to forcibly break through the space, and teleporting across the space to another position with the body in an instant, is completely two-dimensional power.

The former just shows that the power of the awakened one is strong enough.

However the latter...

It is an unfathomable area in space.

Chen Ping has seen the world at least, but he has never seen anyone who can realize the operation of space teleportation in an instant.

"Let me help you!"

"Amitabha... the old monk is also here."

The Empress of the Moon and the Divine Monk of the Bitter Tree both pulled out and helped Chen Ping at the same time.

The four demigods attacked the photographer at the same time, giving Chen Ping more opportunities to kill the photographer, and the number of monsters with holy patterns were also killed in large numbers after the demigods entered the game.

Onmyoji Qingming's Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts can be called a little monster clearer. He alone is enough to fight against hundreds of monsters with holy patterns.

Coupled with the strong suppression of Ye Qianqiu, the God of Liberty, the Blood Ancestor, and the Eight-Winged Black God, a large number of monsters with holy patterns were killed one after another.

One by one, the demigods began to rejoin the battle against the photographers.

For a while, the photographer was in danger. He used teleportation several times to escape the killing intent, and then wanted to fight back to kill these demigods, but every time he was about to succeed, he would be rescued by other demigods using their magical powers.

The photographer is very strong, strong enough to face any demigod, if it's just a one-on-one fight, every demigod present will end up dead.

But now that many demigods are joining forces, the ending of the battle is completely different!

When Ye Qianqiu's sword stabbed the photographer's throat again.

The photographer flashed and disappeared again.

The next moment, he appeared somewhere in the distance.

Watching the fall of many holy monsters.

He seems to have lost all hope.

Whether it's the battlefield of St. Mark monsters or demigod level battlefields, he is at an absolute disadvantage.

But the photographer didn't show any disappointment or regret.

He just looked at everything in front of him with nostalgia, his vicissitudes of eyes seemed to be able to see the essence through time, and then slowly took out a photo from the camera.

The moment he saw the photo, Chen Ping felt something was wrong.

That photo showed the moment when endless monsters with holy patterns attacked everyone.

"Quick! Stop him!"

Chen Ping let out an angry roar, and the Nine Phase Immortal Saber stabbed wildly away.

"Ugh……"

"Time is like water..."

"Who can swim against the current?"

The photographer's tone was low, and the photo in his hand was completely burned.

In the next moment, the only remaining fly ash from the self-explosion, the blood foam that spilled on the ground, and those broken bodies all disappeared completely.

Many awakened representatives discover that it is only a blink of an eye, a blink of God's time.

They found that a large number of dead monsters with holy patterns were appearing in front of them intact, standing densely, grinning at them.

They smiled at the same time as if they were in a group photo.

This scene.

It's like a horror story unfolding!