Chapter 1382: : Goal: Gods

The squadron screamed and Yang Taihuang’s ‘quiet’ face appeared amazed.
Only for a moment.
Yang Taihuang thought of the reason: the other party is waiting for himself.
This is not the usual kind of waiting. I didn’t hear from the vain or the emptiness of the gods, and then waited for myself to enter, and finally challenged myself to win. No, not that kind... This wait is: Waiting for your own life!
The other party is not a hearsay.
The other party knows about himself.
Even said.
The other party knows what means to kill himself and has such a plan. It is not an ordinary challenge, it is a trap of 'there must be a death on both sides.'
The ‘heart’ of the 傀儡 傀儡 很 is not normal, and the kind of thermal energy Yang Taihuang is no stranger.
But he did not speak.
Because the spell is a spell, whether it is a small curse or a curse, or a curse, the real powerful is the person, the magic practice to the infinitely powerful person. Whether this power is strong or not requires the level of training of the teacher himself. If the mage itself is a waste, having the best spells is still just one waste.
This power is not strong, and you can see it with your own eyes.
at this time.
The squadron was born again, roaring, and the power of the power to revive the space to tear the space. Seeing this scene, the Son of God and the vain gods were shocked.
They simply can't think about it.
The snoring sounded.
The next moment, the squadron's offensive has begun. I don't know why, they just avoid Yang Taihuang and put everyone else into the target. The goddess of the emptiness of the gods, the ancient beasts are strong, the imaginary is impossible, the vain is nothing, they are all attacked. Unlike the team of the Nether Master, the Scorpion is more direct. They rarely cast spells, mostly using physical fists.
"How can this be……"
"Ice wall is invalid?"

The space barrier is useless?

The squadrons attacked, and the strong ones of the imaginary side also started. However, when I started, I discovered that these monsters are not afraid of anything, defense, control, cursing, and all spell effects are ignited in a flash, and they can't produce the original effect. The fists are mad, and some of the ancient beasts who are confident in body skills also hold their claws.
but.
There is no balance, only the breakthrough of the destruction of the dead... We easily break the claws and thick scales of the ancient beast, like a hammer to break through the mud sculpture, there is no enemy.
What is even more terrible is.
Physical damage is not fatal, there are spells for healing and healing. The current situation, the ancient beasts can not be treated. When they cast healing and healing spells, their wounds are ignited. The residual 'temperature' is like dead gray, adding a little magic, it is like adding oil to the fire, burning quickly.
The most seriously injured group of ancient beasts, a healing spell will burn themselves to death.
at this time.
"How can it... this is impossible!" The Great God of the Orc is also a few kilometers away from the fist, and the right fist is black and a few will be carbonized. His opponent, a coupler's arm ruptured, but in a blink of an eye, he recovered under the burning of the flame.
The Great Gods tore off their arms for the first time, only to realize that they did not take advantage of the first round of hard fight.
Pure body fighting.
I lost myself.
The imperial beast, the blood of the gods who have the most blood of the ancient beasts, was actually repulsed by a scorpion demon... This result, the great did not think about it. In his mind, the only ones who can damage themselves are the cursing emperor, or the time of the shuttle, the teacher Taishang. Want to win yourself, unless it is a scarecrow, or the empty world that blew the excitement of the spirit.
Other characters can't win themselves.
however.
At this moment, he was injured by a scorpion doll in the district.
"This is impossible!" The beastmaster of the Great God does not believe this fact. He instantly transformed into a giant dragon man who covered the dragon armor. He wants to punch a smashing scorpion in front of him, and he wants to strike back his own name.
The figure flashed.
The big punches are falling.
In an instant, the giant dragon's fist smashed, the arm smashed, and the body gradually shattered. The minced meat flew in the air, and the scorpion demon looked up and roared, and rushed to the sky to punch the face of the big god. The flames smashed, the big faced the fist... He gave up the body, he ducked, and did not dare to fight this fist.
He was not out of danger when he flashed aside.
After he flicked, the figure of the 傀儡 傀儡 同时 was flashed at the same time. A fist anger, the big with fire and coke smoke, such as shells generally shocked hundreds of miles away.
The squadrons are not like the Nether Master. Even if they have a soul, they are usually the instincts of fighting.
Will they stop talking and talk to their opponents?
will not!
In their consciousness, killing opponents is the most important thing to do. Joseph, proud, mocking opponents, they will not do these things. The beastmaster is the enemy, killing him is the first priority, and everything else is waiting to be killed first. Therefore, even if the big is seriously injured and flies, the 傀儡 傀儡 仍然 still keeps up, chasing it.
at the same time.
The imperial goddess also encountered the same problem.
She is very good at casting spells, and she is good at both spells and summoning her. However, the opponent is not normal. Regardless of the attacking spell, or summoning the siege, the opponent seems to have opened the unparalleled, slamming in the summoning herd and killing himself. Those bundled, sealed, or isolated spells have no effect, and the opponent has the ability to burn all the ‘interference’.
The imperial goddess wants to call for help, but she finds her allies even worse.
Most of them are like ancient beasts.
A punch was seriously injured.
Two fists are killed.
In addition to Yang Taihuang, everyone in the battlefield was attacked, and no one had an advantage, all of which were suppressed. It can be seen that everyone has not done their best and has their own cards not used. However, the strength of the squadron has not yet reached the bottom, and there are still people who are eyeing.
This is awkward... Is there still a fight?
Has the Emperor prematurely died?
Is this the end?
At the time of the melee, Yang Taihuang was also thinking. The situation is obvious: the imaginary party can't win the squad.
The power of these ‘傀儡魔偶’ is also strong and weak.
Powerful to deal with such characters as the Great God of the Orc and the Great Goddess of the Emperor, the weak dealing with the ancient beast and the descendants of the Son of God, each division of labor is just right. It is conceivable that the squadron knows its opponents very well and is clear about the strengths and weaknesses of these opponents. They were still a toy that could not be mastered before half a day, and of course it was impossible to know the intelligence.
Then, it can only be the intelligence of the emperor.
Because the Emperor knows, so the squadron knows. This kind of intelligence is accurate and the information is transmitted. Yang Taihuang is also very emotional. Such a short period of time, rebellion, promotion, providing intelligence, and distributing opponents... Normal people can't even imagine, and the emperor actually did it.
"Very good." Yang Taihuang chuckled and did not fear.
At this time.
He saw another new portal in front of the emperor. Without reinforcements, only one person stepped in, a girl who looked ordinary.
She is no different from mortal.
Seeing the chaos, there is even a little ‘fear’ look.
This is not afraid of being strong or weak, but simply feeling uncomfortable with war and blood. As if she was a mortal girl, she could scare her even in ordinary wars. That feeling is not played, she is so ‘weak’. When she saw the emperor, she was relieved, as if she had found the backbone. That kind of performance, really is just a vase.
"Go to 瞧瞧." Yang Taihuang's movements are very natural, waving a hand, such as the piano teacher sweeping the strings.
moment.
There was an energy vortex in the battlefield, and in the blink of an eye, the shackles around the battle were inhaled. Almost at the same moment, the whirlpool appeared not far from Tang Shidao. At the same time, the group of inhaled mages were vomited.
The action of Yang Taihuang has no power response at all.
As if he can control the entire space, he can freely adjust the position of people. That feeling... He is the chess player, everything is a chess piece in front of him.
He and the Master were spit out.
moment.
They all reacted immediately. In front of you is the Emperor, this is the best ‘Imperial’ opportunity. Regardless of protection, we only know how to pursue the goal.
"Get out of the way!" One of the transmitted wizards is famous.
Left eye.
There is only one eye of the god, the old friend of the meat mountain. When he noticed that his position changed, he saw the emperor in front of him, and he felt that his chance to make a name for himself was here. Strength, speed, distance, moves, everything is calculated in a flash.
The left eye concealed its own trap.
He is not a sight.
He is multi-faceted.
He is also not good at body skills.
He is best at the spell "Desperate Light."
and so.
A trick is self-defeating, and countless ‘eyes’ shook back around the sly magician. The second move rushed into the defensive net in front of the emperor.
The third measure...
The left eye concentrates on the power of all the 'eyes', bringing these forces infinitely close to the limits of sanctions. Moreover, at this time he also played a trick. He did not aim at the emperor, but aimed at the girl who was holding the emperor. The left eye is betting, he will be willing to save the girl, so the reaction will be slow. As long as you take a slow shot, you will win.
Desperate light does not kill immediately, but this extreme weakening is more terrible than death.
For a moment, the left eye believes that he can win the emperor.
even.
Take it away quickly, away from the battlefield; spend time, extract value; then, spend billions of years of hard work, topping the hegemony.
And then……
No, no more then.
The good dream of the left eye ends here, his thinking has been 'stopped'...not just action, he can't continue thinking even thinking. Because he chose the wrong target, the ‘girl’ is very disgusted with the war. It’s true that he doesn’t like fighting. Even the Emperor’s love for her is not wrong. Only two wrong, the girl has two spells.
One, seventy-two advent, the derivative effect... the moon is coming.
Second, the curse, the original lunar eclipse.
and so.
In front of her... The 'Thousand Eyes' formed by the left eye solidified, the light of despair solidified, and the thinking of the left eye solidified.
Seeing this scene, Yang Taihuang's smile also solidified.
At this moment.
There is only one set of weird conversations on the battlefield.
"Don, can I only take a nap, what do you let me do?"
"It's a very simple thing... killing the gods."