Age of Gods: I'm on the Account of the Ancient Gods

The next moment, the frost storm engulfed these big men.

boom--

The only thing they can do is admit defeat silently in their hearts and send themselves out.

The frost storm continued to strike forward.

Wherever it passes, people are turned on their backs!

Group E, Chang Boyuan was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

Hold the grass.

I haven't seen you for a few days, where did Zhang Jing get such a powerful magical technique?

Li Xiaoyu was also shocked.

Because the frost storm was rapidly approaching her.

In desperation, Li Xiaoyu hurriedly ran away towards the left.

But everyone is running.

If you run, I will run, and if you squeeze, I will also squeeze.

In the end, no one could escape.

Everyone within a [-]-degree range in front of Zhang Jing could only watch helplessly as the terrifying frost storm engulfed them!

boom boom-

In less than ten seconds, Group B's Yanwu Square was instantly filled with whiteness.

Two-thirds of the standing contestants were directly reduced.

There was an uproar!

Chapter 136 I have an Achilles' heel, I feel sleepy when I touch the Orb of Faith

The huge momentum of Qianli Frozen even alarmed the contestants in other groups.

Even the gods who observe everywhere in mid-air and beware of someone violating the rules are stupid.

I drop a good boy.

Your magic is too fierce?

Ye Qing asked doubtfully, "It's a bit strong, how many stars is your divine fire?"

Zhang Jing scratched his head, "Ten stars."

Ye Qing opened his eyes wide.

She didn't expect that Zhang Jing actually got the ten-star magic fire.

"I didn't expect it to be so powerful, I just put a little bit of Shenhuo in it, and I didn't expect them to be so unstoppable."

Zhang Jing sighed slightly.

I didn't expect it to be so powerful.

It's too loud now.

No, you must pay attention next time.

He himself has a ten-star divine power aptitude. Judging from the average three-star divine power aptitude of ordinary people, the power of divine arts is more than three times stronger than that of ordinary people.

He also joined the divine fire, his divine fire is the ten-star void divine fire, which can increase its power tenfold.

In this way, the power of thousands of miles of ice is directly strengthened by thirteen times!

Even if some people barely managed to get up from the frost storm, they were still frozen and stiff, and their strength was five out of ten!

Zhang Jing directly swept away more than half of the people in Group B with his own strength!

Liu Dagu also stared dumbfounded in the auditorium.

"What race is that divine art that can only be comprehended? Why have I never seen it before?"

In the corner, Chenlong and Weiyang watched this scene in surprise.

"That magic is a bit like the ice element lord's thousands of miles of ice, and it's also a bit like the ice butterfly's frost storm, but I think it's more like the frost dragon's ice breath."

Chen Long scratched his head suspiciously.

There are too many races in this world, and too many skills.

Some divine arts seem to be irrelevant, but exactly the same. As the main gods, they can't guess which race they comprehend.

Wei Yang nodded, "Just now I heard Zhang Jing shout a frost storm, it must be the Frost Butterfly? That is a seven-star race."

"Hey, it's good to have an old senior behind the scenes to guide you." Chen Long said with a smile.

"It seems that we are completely unnecessary to worry about this child. On the contrary, I am a little worried about the other people in Group B. Being in the same group with Zhang Jing is really bad luck for eight lifetimes."

After the two finished speaking, their figures disappeared without a sound, as if they had never appeared.

In group B, a middle-aged man jumped out of the snow, shivering with cold air all over his body.

But he unswervingly raised his hand and shouted with all his strength, "I report! This guy is cheating! He is definitely not a three-star middle god! He participated in the competition with a strength beyond this god! I demand a rematch!"

Soon, a supervising god flew over, stared helplessly at the middle-aged man, and then swept Zhang Jing who was approaching.

"You are right, he is indeed not a three-star god." The god said helplessly.

The middle-aged man showed joy, "Sure enough!"

Zhang Jing laughed and said, "I'm not a three-star god, I'm a one-star god."

The middle-aged man froze, "Impossible!"

The god threw a head-sized bead, "This is the bead for measuring the position of the gods, you can test it yourself, and then give it to Zhang Jing."

The middle-aged man immediately stepped forward to touch the beads.

The divine power emerged, and the words on the beads jumped rapidly, and finally it was fixed on "Two Star Median God".

The middle-aged man nodded, "This bead is normal."

Zhang Jing took the beads and touched them lightly.

After a few seconds, the words on the bead read "One-Star Medium God."

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded.

What the hell is a one-star middle god?

"Impossible! The divine technique just now is definitely not a divine technique that a one-star midgod can use! That power is too terrifying!"

The middle-aged man couldn't accept this result at all and shouted loudly.

The god shook his head, turned and left.

Zhang Jing shrugged his shoulders, "Brother, there are people outside the world, there are people outside the world, go back and see the vast world."

After finishing speaking, he went up and shot the hammer of the earth.

boom.

The middle-aged man was blown away like a rag doll.

The light enveloped him, and his figure teleported away from Group B Yanwu Square.

The corners of the mouths of those contestants in Group B who survived by chance twitched.

A one-star middle god has this strength.

This kid must be a genius cultivated by some big family.

"Young man, let's discuss something, you sit and rest, we fight, what do you think?"

A middle-aged woman came over, rubbed her hands, and smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, you are too strong, any of us will lose if we face you, why don't you just sit on the side, anyway, you will definitely survive to the end."

Another middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

When the rest of Group B heard this, they all stopped fighting and nodded their heads.

Zhang Jing is serious and serious, "No, I like fighting very much, and I will feel uncomfortable if I don't fight for a minute!"

Everyone in Group B was embarrassed.

Zhang Jing continued to be serious, "However, I have a fatal weakness."

Everyone was startled, and their ears were pricked up.

Zhang Jing said solemnly, "As long as I touch [-] orbs of faith, my eyelids can't help drooping and I want to sleep."

Everyone, "..."

When you touch [-] orbs of faith, you want to sleep.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine orbs of faith will not work, right?

Your weakness is still a little tempered.

The middle-aged woman sighed, "Young man, take my ten thousand orbs of faith."

A middle-aged man also came up, "A man must keep his promise when he does something."

Zhang Jing gave a thumbs up, "Don't worry, brother, I have many shortcomings, one of which is keeping promises. These days, there are not many people who are as simple and honest as me. Brother, you should cherish me."

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and he hurried away.

In less than ten minutes, Zhang Jing received hundreds of thousands of orbs of faith, and immediately smiled.

The god in charge of supervision in mid-air twitched his mouth when he saw this scene.

A good selection contest, but you turned it into a profitable business.

Boy, you are too much!

But when he thought about it carefully, they didn't seem to be allowed to make money in the trials.

Competitors from other groups huddled together, and it was very lively.