V6.Chapter 495

The atmosphere in the world gradually became weird, especially when Emperor Shitian and others saw the expressions on the faces of the old gods and powerful people, their hearts became more and more surprised. They really didn't know what the thing was, and it would make these people so embarrassed.

"Brother Shenlong alone, I'm afraid..." Liu Mu frowned and said.

He Yiming was slightly surprised. Although he knew that everyone here was not optimistic about the dragon, he was the only one who knew how powerful the Dragon had.

Even if it is fair, the power of the dragon will not necessarily be inferior to that terrible thing.

The voice of the winged white tiger boomed: "five hundred years, that thing finally appeared again."

He Yiming raised his eyebrows slightly. He said in a deep voice, "Lord white tiger, doesn't that thing appear every hundred years?"

Many eyes stared over. Liu Mu coughed softly and said, "Yiming, this thing has only been seen once when we just entered, but it hasn't appeared since then."

He Yiming moved his lips twice, and finally didn't speak anymore. He was surprised if he didn't speak enough. Because he heard the Dragon say that every hundred years, such a thing will come, and he also saw with his own eyes that countless dead creatures climbed down from it.

It can be seen that this thing, in addition to its strong strength, is also a unique troop transport tool for dead creatures.

However, why are Liu Mu and others' statements different from those of DPCA.

His heart faintly felt that there must be a reason for this, but he couldn't figure it out.

Emperor Shi Tian frowned slightly and said softly, "Yiming, what are you talking about?"

He Yiming didn't hide it, and told the shape and size of this thing again. After hearing the size of this thing, these new people who entered here all changed their faces.

Because the volume of this behemoth has been far beyond their imagination. Although they have not seen it with their own eyes, just thinking in their mind can give people enough pressure.

He Yiming lowered his voice a little and said, "listen to what Lord Shenlong said. When they first met this thing, the predecessors sacrificed more than ten people before killing it, so..."

Emperor Shi Tian and others realized why Ao Minhang and others had become so shocked after hearing this.

In the distance, strange sounds came slowly.

This sound is not strange to everyone, that is, those annoying dead creatures. After he Yiming left the place, they finally rushed over slowly.

Looking up at the sky, the first to arrive is not the endless low-level guys on the ground, but those monsters with wings flying from the sky.

As the distance gets closer, people can see that the whole sky is full of these flying dead creatures. Their number is huge. Looking from a distance, they look like endless small black spots, and they can't see the end at a glance.

Ao Minhang snorted coldly and said, "you can't kill all the things."

He Yiming felt the same way. When burning the monster's nest, he Yiming used his great power to kill countless dead creatures with the endless fire power.

According to his feeling, the huge quantity is more or less half.

But now he knew that what he had killed was only half of what he could see in front of him. As for the number of dead creatures, no one could calculate it at all.

"Old rules." Liu Mu suddenly smiled and said.

"OK." Almost with one voice, all the old-fashioned Shinto strongmen and divine beasts made their own voices.

He Yiming was slightly stunned. He felt it before he asked what this sentence represented. Around the entrance of the passage, five powerful auras were released in an instant. The power attributes of these auras are quite strange, which can be said to be all inclusive, without any repetition. However, the only thing they have in common is that they are powerful. The overwhelming momentum is the most powerful part of this aura.

He silently felt for a moment, and immediately knew that these auras were actually the realm of Shinto released by the five strong pseudogods.

Glancing at Wei Jinshun, he Yiming knew that the elder of the five element sect had not been in the realm of pseudogods for a long time, so at the moment he could not condense the realm of Shinto that attracted countless hearts.

His face changed slightly, and he Yiming immediately sensed that the division of labor in the nine share field was clear, and each was responsible for a piece of territory. However, they gave up the place in front of Wei Jinshun. Here, there is no Shinto field that can play the most effective against monsters.

He Yiming's heart moved. He didn't believe that these people would make such serious mistakes. While glancing at the numerous Shinto, he immediately understood that Ao Minhang and others must have done it deliberately.

Soon, countless dead creatures have come here. At the beginning, they are all red and blue monsters.

Their strength is not strong. The only thing that people fear is that they are numerous and almost endless.

In terms of single power, anyone here can easily tear hundreds of such monsters to pieces. But when the number of these monsters reaches the current overwhelming density, anyone will have a headache.

These monsters swarmed from all directions. They were even trying to encircle and annihilate everyone. Even one of them refused to let go.

He Yiming knew that these monsters actually came from one direction, but at this time, they didn't attack until they filled the whole sky. It can be seen that behind them, there is also a monster with strong wisdom who commands the overall situation. I just don't know where that guy is invisible, which is hard to find.

"Hoo... Hoo..."

The sound of wings flapping gradually became louder, and these monsters showed their ferocious faces. They stretched their arms, and the ugly mouthparts went straight down, bringing a cold fishy wind.

However, as they approached this seemingly scattered circle, five powerful forces with different attributes rose into the sky. Under the attraction of these five forces, the incomparable powerful forces of heaven and earth instantly condensed, forming a huge strange force field here.

He Yiming's eyes jumped slightly, silently sensing the changes.

This is the domain power unique to the strong in the realm of pseudogods. Although the power of these fields is far inferior to the fiery fields he Yiming had a few days ago, he Yiming knows that it is a coincidence that he can have that field for a short time, and it is basically impossible to have a second chance.

Unless he is given another monster nest to burn, the powerful field force that is so powerful that it can kill any enemy will be insulated from him forever.

And the field power volatilized from the five human shintoids, such as Ao Minhang, is the real power that belongs to them. As long as they don't die, this power can be owned forever.

There was a gleam of envy and longing in his eyes, and he Yiming yearned for this higher-level power.

Countless monsters crashed into the field, and their bodies suddenly changed strangely. It seems that their environment has changed dramatically, and what is more tragic is that their strength has been greatly suppressed, their bodies are under great pressure, and even their speed has been reduced.

As they continue to move forward, this change becomes more and more obvious. In a short period of time, the power they can play has been reduced by more than half.

Finally, when they came within the hundred feet of everyone, Ao Minhang and others almost waved their magic soldiers at the same time. For a time, the whole world was covered by countless colorful lights. All monsters that entered within the hundred feet turned into a blood rain at this moment and instantly fell down.

This is a massacre, a massacre without suspense, but the victims are undaunted and still attack as if they were unconscious. The massacrers are as expressionless as if they were doing a trivial thing. They casually wield the power of God, absorb the huge power of heaven and earth, exert the real power of heaven and earth, and completely destroy all the invaders at this moment.

Monsters continued to attack in the form of suicide. They didn't relax for a moment and maintained the most powerful pressure at any time. However, Ao Minhang and others have obviously been tested for a long time and maintained a stable attack range from beginning to end.

However, the power of heaven and earth released by their every shot is used to deal with a large number of monsters, and those monsters that enter sporadically are left alone.

At this time, Mou Zilong and other four strong people in the virtual realm began to attack frequently, and all the fish that escaped the net were killed under their interception.

He Yiming glanced at the four divine beasts for an hour, but these guys didn't even have the intention of shooting, but he Yiming wouldn't think they were really so leisurely.

After frantically attacking for an hour, all kinds of monsters finally put their most powerful attack power on Wei Jinshun, who is the weakest in the defense circle.

Although Wei Jinshun is also a strong man in the false god realm, he has not yet condensed into his own field strength. Although the power of heaven and earth released by him is far stronger than the ordinary strong man in the false god realm, in this overwhelming sea of monsters, unless he has field strength, no one can persist for a long time.

Fortunately, behind Wei Jinshun, all the new Shinto strongmen are going all out. It is precisely because they work together that they will shut out all the invaders.

However, he Yiming was surprised that a strange force was slowly fluctuating around Wei Jinshun. Although this force has not really formed, it has already taken shape.

At this point, he Yiming suddenly realized that everyone used this way to stimulate Wei Jinshun's potential and let him condense into his own field strength at the fastest speed.

Looking at all the people who worked together, he Yiming felt a faint sadness in his heart. Because he knew that once he returned to his hometown, such a scene would never return and never reappear.