Undead War God

Staring at the piles of stones in front of him for a moment, Ye Chen waved them all away.

After deducing the power gap between himself and these Divine Dao powerhouses, Ye Chen suddenly felt that his road to cultivation was still a long way to go.

Besides, the gap in strength between him and these Divine Dao powerhouses makes him feel pressured.

“My strongest hole card right now is the law of fusion.”

“If I want to have the strength against these Divine Dao powerhouses as soon as possible, I must also start with the law of fusion.” Ye Chen groaned for a moment, leaped forward, and re-entered the Battle Saint land in front of him.

Only by finding its own way can the strength of a martial artist be continuously enhanced.

And Ye Chen, obviously has found his own way.

As Ye Chen entered the Battle Saint’s interior and was cultivation madly, the signs of the dragon Divine Race splitting in the Longyuan Valley became more and more obvious.

Recently in the past few days, there have even been dozens of killings in Longyuan Valley. Both sides of the killings are all clansmans of the Dragon Divine Race, but because of the different goals they support, they stare at each other.

Seventh Elder Ao Ming has now stood in front of the people generously, and has become a leader against Ao Hentian.

The huge Longyuan Valley is actually divided into two parts, north and south.

To the south half is Divine Race clansman, a dragon who supports Ao Ming.

To the north half is Divine Race clansman, a dragon who supports Ao Hate.

The strength of the two sides is almost evenly matched, and no one can suppress anyone. Therefore, they can only quarrel all day long and cannot distinguish between victory and defeat.

Of course, there are also some clansmans of the Dragon Divine Race. They don’t want to get involved in this kind of internal fighting. They have already quietly left and went out to avoid it. Only after the fighting in Longyuan Valley subsides will they return.

In the middle of the night, Longyuan Valley has been shrouded in darkness. Only the huge light curtain representing the Battle Saint Land is still lingering in Longyuan Valley, illuminating many silhouettes that are fighting.

Obviously, the battles within the Divine Race of Dragons made many of the Disciples of Dragons Divine Race feel a sense of crisis, so they stayed near Battle Saint’s land overnight, cultivation hard.

South of Longyuan Valley, inside a silent tower.

Two people, Ao Ming and Ao Jian, and a dozen strong dragon Divine Race masters gathered here.

The tower all around, one after another fist-sized night pearl, shines here very bright, like daylight.

“Seventh Elder, now that we have torn our faces from Ao Hentian, we can’t hesitate to get started first. Tomorrow we will find a good opportunity to start immediately and kill Ao Hentian first.”

A loud voice sounded inside the tower.

The speaker is a stout man.

The voice of this stout man has not yet fallen, and there are already opposition voices: “No, those people in the north, although they support Ao hate the sky, but they are also our clansman. If we rashly shot, it is very likely that they will also be killed , When the time comes, our Dragon Divine Race has a great deal of vitality, who can afford this responsibility. “

All around, the noisy sound sounded, some people supported the stout man, while others supported the person who talked behind.

But in general, the voices of those who supported him were more.

Although these dragon Divine Race masters gathered together to oppose Ao Hentian, they still felt that they opposed only the patriarch of Ao Hentian, and had little to do with the ordinary dragon Divine Race clansman.

Therefore, if they have not reached the point where they have no desire, they do not want to pull these ordinary clansman into the war.

“Okay, your opinions, I have been very clear.” Suddenly, Ao Ming made a sound, suppressed all the sounds all around, and continued: “I mean, the same as Ao Chun means, if not In the end, we must not drag those ordinary clansman into the flames of war. “

The voice of Ao Ming made all those around the dragon Divine Race silent, and no one objected.

Only Ao Jian stared at Ao Ming and seemed to want to say something, but in the end it just shook the head and said nothing.

“Well, now that Seventh Elder has decided so, it will be so good for the time being.” The stout man sighed, then stood up and moved towards the tower outside.

Today, everyone gathered here to discuss matters to deal with Ao hate the sky.

Now that Lian Aoming has made a decision, to maintain the status quo, of course, there is no need for the people to stay here.

The others in the tower also started to get up and planned to leave the place.

Unexpectedly, the talents had just stood up. The stout man who had walked out of the tower just now suddenly made a scream, and his huge body trembled and flew back from the outside.

This scene made everyone in the tower startled.

The expression of Ao Ming changed greatly, and the silhouette suddenly stood up, palms on the stout man, and slammed it several times in succession, and finally stopped the silhouette of the stout man.

“Ao … ao … hate the sky!” This stout man was constantly spraying blood in his mouth and nose, leaving only a few words of last words in his mouth, his body suddenly collapsed and his breath began to disappear.

This stout man, his cultivation base, has already arrived at the Time Condensation Realm of the 7 Heavenly Layer, but now he is easily killed by everyone. Everyone looks at the body of the stout man, and at the same time an anger emerges in his heart I also feel all around is cold.

Because, at the last moment, this stout man mentioned Ao Hentian’s name.

Did the person who killed him hate Ao Tian?

The eyes of everyone looked together towards the outside of the tower, and I saw that there were several silhouettes outside the tower at this moment, standing quietly, as if they were waiting for everyone in the tower to go out.

“Ao hates the sky, it’s you!” Ao Ming glanced at the silhouette of the outside world, and finally, his eyes focused on one of them.

This person is the patriarch of Dragon Divine Race, Ao Hate Heaven.

Ao hate sky gloomy, staring coldly at the people in the tower, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, chuckled: “Ao Ming, you dare to lead people against me, today is your death.”

“Start!”

Without waiting for Ao Ming to speak, Ao hated Tian with a wave of his arm, and the silhouettes around him suddenly all moved towards a few people in the tower.

Ao Ming and the others saw this scene, immediately began to operate within the body’s power, each chose an opponent, and began to fight.

Hong long!

At the moment of contact between the two sides, the tower was immediately destroyed completely.

The silhouette of Ao Ming and the others, flying from this collapsed tower, began a frantic confrontation in the air.

Such a crazy battle had long awakened all the people in Longyuan Valley, rushed out from their residence together, and looked up towards the sky.

At this moment, a few 20 silhouettes flew into the sky together, fighting over the Longyuan Valley, and the sound was shocking.

“Ao hate the sky, I should have guessed that you would be so heartbroken and shot out.” Ao Ming’s complexion ashen, the silhouette jumped out, but was intercepted by Ao hate the sky.

Other masters around Ao Ming were also stopped by the people brought by Ao Hentian.

Although there are not many people working now, they are all real masters of Dragon Divine Race.

The terrifying roar sounded through the entire Longyuan Valley, a path of silhouette, and began to gather where the two sides fought.

Wait for the crowd to gather more and more. At this time, several silhouettes suddenly emerged from the crowd, like the midnight ghost, without any expression on the face, shot straight and killed the dragon Divine Race all around.