Invincible God

Chapter 1968
The first thousand 970 chapters and nine victory
"Quickly enter the sect and open the guardian array."

Huang Tong shouted loudly, as long as he entered Moshang Palace and defended against the attack of Ye Fan's army, he believed that the Immortal Palace would find a way to spread the image to the entire fairy world. As time went by, they might not have a chance to win.

Right at this moment...

boom!
A thousand zhang saber slashed over, and at the same time, above the sky, thunder turned into a sea of ​​thunder. A thunder dragon sank and floated in the sea of ​​thunder. The eyes of thunder opened, and then the formation of Moshang Palace melted instantly, and a group of people crowded together in darkness. Walking out of the Baishen Tianchao with a long knife on his back, a huge and incomparably huge Ye Can Xuying slowly solidified, holding a long knife in his hand, pointing the long knife obliquely at the ground, following the footsteps of [-] million people step by step towards Mo Shanggong came.

The Overlord Legion is here to help! !
A trace of despair appeared on the faces of Huang Tong and the others. Their retreat was so easily cut off, especially the Hundred Gods Heavenly Moat they relied on, the Zongmen Formation was so vulnerable. An insurmountable moat, but this mighty [-] million people broke out from the moat of hundreds of gods.

From the very beginning, Ye Fan used 50 million people to hold back 50 billion of them, and then ordered many legions to attack everywhere, letting these [-] billion people go out of Moshang Palace to surround and kill him. On the one hand, before Han Qianzhan's arrival, The Heavenly Emperor Gate tried to lead the entire Immortal Sealing Realm as much as possible. On the other hand, the Overlord Legion entered the Heavenly Moat of the Hundred Gods.

The biggest advantage of the whole plan is that Ye Fan made full use of the time that the Dao Emperor Realm bought for him, and the biggest disadvantage is that Ye Fan and the Heavenly Emperor Legion are likely to be eaten by these 50 billion people.

However, when things got to this point, Huang Tong and others discovered that their layout was completely different from Ye Fan's. Ye Fan's goal was the entire fairy world. The goal of many forces in the upper palace is just thinking about how to save their sect.

Boom boom boom!
The crowds on both sides surged, and the immortal power turned into a storm and raged against each other. Moshang Palace and other strong men were attacked from both sides.

The number of people fighting is not as good as Ye Fan's side, the top combat power is not as good as Ye Fan's side, and even the average personal combat power is far inferior.

This is a battle that must be lost. The faces of Huang Tong and others are extremely pale. They are not stupid. When the battle reaches this level, they have already lost, just like what Ye Fan thought... mere, 50 billion!
"Except Moshang Palace, Luoshen River Valley, and the Sect Master of the Desperate Heavenly Sect, all other descendants will not be killed!"

Ye Fan's voice sounded, and many forces of the Moshang Palace Army, which had already been defeated, stopped attacking, and as some people stopped resisting, more and more people chose to surrender, 50 billion people, mighty , if there is a desperate fight, Ye Fan's side will also suffer heavy losses, but who can imagine that these people surrendered so quickly and so thoroughly.

Once they don't have the upper hand, the decayed human nature of the fairy world will be fully reflected. Not only that, even some elders of Moshang Palace, Luoshen River Valley, and Desperate Tianzong gradually stopped resisting, which made the 60 billion immortals who came to help them all a little speechless , these 50 billion enemies are really like paper.

Ye Fan looked at the defeated 50 billion people, but he was not happy at all, but rather sad. This is the combat power of the top forces in the fairy world, and this is this decaying fairy world. Do you rely on these people to fight the blood soul clan?Ridiculous, 50 billion people against 70 billion, Ye Fan's side has not lost more than a thousand people, and these 50 billion people have already begun to surrender.

Don't forget, in the eyes of these people, Ye Fan is the colluder of the Blood Soul Clan, and they still surrendered so thoroughly. If Ye Fan led them to fight Han Qianzhan, Han Qianzhan would also say that those who surrender will not be killed Woolen cloth?
How about Han Qianzhan turning them into Blood Soul Clan and bestowing 'immortality' on them?

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, Ye Fan's eyes looked at Huangtong, who kept roaring to make many legions fight back, at Luo Qing, who was looking desperate, and at the powerless Yun, for some reason, he seemed to see the heart of the fairy world crying .

"mob!"

There was a trace of anger on Ye Fan's face, and he snorted coldly, feeling a little angry.

Mobilizing the power of the Heavenly Emperor's Legion, Ye Fan faced the emperor's pupils, Feng Qingxu, Luo Qing and the others held them in the distance, Ye Fan's giant hand of a thousand feet slowly opened, and endless chains of prohibition appeared from the giant hand, moving toward several people. People flew away, nearly 40 billion people gave up resistance, and the remaining stubborn people also began to waver. Then, almost everyone put away their weapons, and Ye Fan's chain of prohibition passed through the crowd without hindrance and locked in despair. Huang Tong et al.

Ye Fan took a step forward and flew across the sky, and at the same time, a shocking voice resounded through the sky.

"The descendants of Tianwu pay respects to Patriarch Ye!!"

Bang bang bang!
Immortals in battle robes knelt down on one knee one after another, and the sound of their knees colliding with the ground was enough to shake the ground here. Immediately, many subordinates from various sects who followed the Tianwu powerhouse also hurriedly knelt down: "See you, old man!" Zu!!"

Quiet, the entire Moshang Palace is extremely quiet, looking down from the sky, spanning hundreds of miles, there are crowds, all of these crowds are kneeling on one knee, Ye Fan at this time is really like the ancient emperor Lord, be mighty without being angry.

"Everyone, please get up!"

The celestial power in Ye Fan's hands melted into the sea, surged out, and covered all the kneeling immortals in an instant, and then this celestial power gently lifted them up.

Feeling this fairy power, many immortals couldn't help being a little stunned. There are nearly 30 billion kneeling people here, but Ye Fan can distribute the fairy power to everyone. What kind of terrifying strength is this?

Immediately, some martial artists who did not belong to the Tianwu Continent developed a more genuine respect for Ye Fan.

More than 30 billion people stood up at the same time. Even Nie Zhongshan of Huangyuan Pavilion had never seen such a scene after living for tens of thousands of years.

Huangtong, Luo Qing, Feng Qingxu and those surrendered sects were all stunned, especially the sect masters of many sects like Huangtong, they really couldn't understand what kind of people did what kind of things to have such prestige.

They lost, and they lost completely. Huang Tong never understood why they lost for no reason. He never knew what method Ye Fan used to summon so many people to work for him. He couldn't understand it even more. When laying out the layout, he was so confident that he had enough reinforcements to come, and let the large troops of Tiandimen go to other areas in advance.

"Huang Tong, long time no see!"

Ye Fan walked in front of Huang Tong and the others, surrounded by 50 billion immortals, but still calm and composed, as indifferent as in his own sect.

This kind of demeanor is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Wherever Ye Fan's eyes can reach, no one dares to look at him.

(End of this chapter)