God of Thunder

The shapes of the two foreigners suddenly became huge, like a blown ball, which was more than doubled in an instant. When they stepped on the ground, they made a trembling trembling sound. The two foreigners roared like thunder, Wuyang glanced back and said, "I wiped it and got fat!"

Ning'e Aba didn't understand, he said, "What's fat?" During his speech, his sword seal chopped off an alien, and his body had leaped out dozens of meters with Lei Xingfeng and Wuyang.

Wuyang Road said: "You look back ... those two guys are just fat!"

Ning'e Aba glanced back and said, "That's not fat ... that's a transformation!"

The ancestors of the two foreign races Daojun, after they were transformed, were obviously faster than others. Unfortunately, Lei Xingfeng, Wuyang and Ning'e Aba were extremely fast. These three did not catch up, but the practitioners along the way fell After the big mold, he was killed by two Daojun ancestors.

There are three cultivators in Wuyang, two Daojun ancestors from other races, and more people will be killed in this way. Three Wuyang ancestors will kill the foreigners, and two Daojun ancestors from the other races will kill the cultivators. The cultivators couldn't stand it. When they saw these five people coming, they hid early.

In this way, the foreigners suffered a loss, because the three of Wuyang were directed at the foreigners, and the cultivators were only affected. As long as they avoided it in time, the two foreign ancestors, Daojun and Patriarchs, would have no way to go. To chase down the practitioners, the two ancestors were desperately corrupted, only thinking of grabbing the three of Wuyang to bite and smash.

The three of them were rushing around, and wherever there were more foreigners, they rushed to where they were. They were n’t stupid enough to turn around and fight with the two foreigner Daojun ancestors. Over time, the two foreigner Daojun ancestors found something wrong, Because the two have been chasing the three of Wuyang, all the areas they are responsible for have collapsed. The fallen flowers killed by the masters of the practitioners must know that the two Daojun ancestors are responsible for containing the Daojun ancestors. If there is no restraint, even if Daojun ancestors do not need powerful skills, their strength is not something that ordinary foreigners can resist.

Suddenly, two people rushed out to block the foreign ancestor Daojun, and one of them shouted, "Kill these two guys!"

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

It ’s stupid not to pick up this kind of cheap, the three are also a little annoyed to be chased, the three turned over and rushed back.

boom! boom! boom!

The ancestors of Daojun, the two foreigners, suddenly found that something was wrong. They yelled, and the two turned around and ran away. The situation was suddenly reversed. It was originally chased, but now it was chased.

Five people chased two people and bombarded in the back. However, Daojun ’s ancestors were different after all. They were extremely strong in defense. Even if they were hit, they did n’t hurt much. The two foreigners Daojun shouted, all the way Running back and forth, at this moment, the aliens completely collapsed, and the original brave warriors suddenly turned into cowards, running around one by one, the remaining practitioners chased frantically, and hacked along the road.

Lei Xingfeng found that the first two Daojun ancestors contracted quickly, just like a deflated ball, and instantly restored their original appearance. Then the speed of the two Daojun ancestors was extremely fast, and a few flashes, As soon as he entered the crowd of escaping foreigners, Daojun's ancestors wanted to escape, which was generally unable to catch up, especially the foreigners who were all decayed in front, blocking their pursuit.

Wuyang Road said: "It's really fast to run, it's gone in a blink of an eye!"

Ning'e Aba said: "Forget it, catching up and fighting, fighting Daojun ancestor, I don't have the slightest certainty."

Lei Xingfeng also smiled, he said: "Yeah, it's the best to run away, really match, we don't necessarily take advantage ... Especially the two of us." He said Ning'e Aba, they The two are just Tianjun, taking advantage of the power of Wuyang and the other two Daojun ancestors, otherwise, let alone chasing the two foreign ancestors Daojun ancestors, really meet and fight, how far the two have escaped Only fools fought with such masters. The gap between Daojun and Tianjun is too great.

Wu Yang smiled and said, "Also, we just fled like rabbits just now, haha."

When the two practitioners Daojun saw each other escaped, they did not catch up. They also preferred to kill ordinary aliens and enemies of similar strength, whether they could fight or not, because only this kind of master could hurt them. When they are less than a last resort, or when they are quite sure, they will not take the initiative to attack.

Although there are a large number of foreigners, the masters are no more than cultivators. Wuyang and others stopped after a while. After watching the foreigners recede like a tide, they did not want to be silly.

In this battle, although the foreigners suffered heavy casualties, why are the cultivators not so? Hundreds of thousands of cultivators can survive less than two-thirds, and half of them are seriously injured. This cannon foul team is considered disabled. Those who survived without any damage should be no more than 50,000. They are all a little bit of brains. Anyone who stupidly charges forward will either die or be seriously injured, and it will be very good luck. Too.

The camp was bleak. This kind of death and injury was not seen by most cultivators. Many cultivators who came together saw sadness on their faces when they saw the loss of their companions.

Wuyang and Lei Xingfeng were nothing. After all, no one else came from the secret door, and Ning'e Aba was more sad. A lot of people came from the third door. He got the news. At least one and a half died, and the rest Most of them were injured. Fortunately, Lei Xingfeng provided some healing remedies this time. These injured people did not die because of this.

Compared with other cultivators, Ning'e'ba is relatively good. At least half of them have not died. Many sect cultivators have more than half of their deaths and injuries. Some sect cultivators come from only a few people.

There are also a few small martial arts, none of them live, and all die here.

Behind the supervising team, there are more than 100,000 cultivators, all of which are the lowest-level cultivators. They come not to fight, but to feel the battlefield. They are all reserved low-level disciples of the Mingze League. Their task is to clean the battlefield. Bury the body.

The entire battlefield is spread out in the forest, so this forest is almost completely white, and the ground is full of stumps and leaves. The branches of a few large trees are still preserved, standing alone on the battlefield, and the fires are burning. In a heavy rain, it quickly extinguished, and now the field of vision can really be seen far away.

Lei Xingfeng was sitting on a raised tree root. He looked at the battlefield with emotions in his heart. This battlefield was not worse than the battlefield of the previous life. The whole battlefield seemed to have been plowed by countless artillery fire. The ground was uneven and there were countless huge soils. Pit, with a heavy rain, there are countless ponds on the ground.

Many corpses float on the pond, the newly formed pond, the water is red, Lei Xingfeng said: "After this battle, should we rest for a while?"

Ninge Abba said: "Other people may have time to rest, we ... may not have!"

Lei Xingfeng smiled bitterly: "Are we going to fight?"

Wuyang Road: "It is estimated that it will not be easy."

Sure enough, before long, the order was conveyed. The uninjured people all assembled and moved to another place. The others stayed in place for the time being, and the supervising team also left.

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

At the camp, the three went to the big canteen. The so-called big canteen, which is a large wooden shed, is hundreds of meters long and has a width of ten meters. There are seventeen or eight wooden tents, like a long dragon on the ground. There are tens of thousands of people in this camp. Even if there are so many wooden sheds, it is still very crowded. Of course, the seats of Daojun and Tianjun are guaranteed, and others are not necessarily. Many cultivators are holding meals. Basin, squat on the ground to eat.

After eating, someone called Dao Jun and Tian Jun to gather.

Many Daojun Tianjun secretly cursed. They were all kings in their martial arts. When they came here, they became pawns and soldiers. They could only get the minimum respect, but they could no longer do whatever they wanted.

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

Coming out of the portal, this is a larger camp. Three people ignorantly followed the crowd, and soon someone led to a place of rest. This time it was more rudimentary. One room for four people, Wuyang, Lei Xing. Feng and Ning'e Aba walked into the room and saw an old man sitting on the ground with a sad face.

The old man saw the three people coming in and said, "Come on, where are you from? Well, my name is Daleba!" This is an ancestor of Daojun.

Wuyang Road: "Brother, this is Wuyang."

Lei Xingfeng and Ning'e Aba signed up separately. The three sat down. Lei Xingfeng curiously said, "Senior, how are you alone?"

Daleba's expression bleakly said: "It's all dead, why don't I just be alone, fucking!" He couldn't help but swear.

Lei Xingfeng carefully looked at Daleba this time.

The old man ca n’t see the age. Of course, the age of the cultivator is almost impossible to guess. The experience of the previous life does not work at all. In this life, the age of the cultivator is hundreds of years old, and the age of thousands is not too big. It is also related to Xiu Wei, so the old man may be very old, maybe not big, but he can be as old as Daojun ’s ancestors, and this person ’s age is not too small.

Wrinkles all over his face, a pair of eyes squinted, accidentally opened, the pupils gleaming brightly, a mighty force oppressed Lei Xingfeng and Ning'e Aba, his face was full of bitter expression, he was given by Mingzemeng Clothing, like Wuyang, represents the status of high-level practitioners here.