Vol 2 Chapter 2042: helpless

"Sir, send someone." Demi pleaded.
King Luo was a little embarrassed. He did have some gods here, but if they were sent out, there would be no gods available on his side.
Kui Long stood beside him and smiled without saying a word.
"Sir, don't hesitate, the people over there are almost finished." Demi began to urge, "There are so many people, we must not be able to hold on."
King Luo said, "Isn't Zi Chen something forbidden by God?"
Demi glanced at King Luo, thinking about the situation of the forbidden thing, don't you know it yourself?
But with Kuilong in front of her, she naturally couldn't say this, she could only say that there were too many people and not enough forbidden things.
"Brother Luo doesn't need to struggle. With me here, I guarantee that you won't be able to send out alone."
Kuilong laughed and was in a good mood, "And little Demi, you should stay too, and after Zi Chen's death, you can join me with King Luo. Don't worry, when you come to me, you are still a little boy. Throne of God."
"I will never rely on you!"
Demi turned and left.
Unexpectedly, when Kuilong raised his hand, a beam of light blocked the door, preventing Demi from leaving.
"grown ups."
Demi looked at King Luo.
King Luo frowned and said, "Kuilong, don't implicate others in the game between you and me."
Kui Long was delighted, "Games? Brother Luo, you can make a joke, you'll make me die. I'm very curious, how thick-skinned you are with your current military strength, to say that you're playing games with me. What kind of bullshit?"
"Do you want to rely on that Ren Shenfei? He was so scared that he was too scared to come out because of Wang Xian's words."
Demi was forcibly left behind, and the news reached Wang Xian as soon as possible.
Wang Xian smiled cheerfully, "This battle is stable, just wait to accept Luo Wangyu."


Wang Xian has gathered 30 million people this time, but they have nothing to do with the army, and most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled.
They supported each other, their eyes were blank, and driven by thousands of people in the sky, they moved forward blankly.
On the ground, a bloodstain was left.
Many people are barefoot. I don't know how far they have walked, and they are already numb. Many people died on the way.
Among these people, there were once colorless, white, and blue.
Once the war broke out, identity colors were useless.
All are slaves and cannon fodder.
Wang Xian followed behind with more than 300 gods. They didn't expect these people to conquer Zi Chen's territory, they were just cannon fodder they found out of boredom.
Even if Zi Chen was just disgusted, in Wang Xian's opinion, it was worth it.
"What's the plan?" Little Kuilong Joseph looked at Wang Xian.
Wang Xian smiled lightly, "You don't need a plan, just go forward and surround him to death."
"Is this... ok?"
Xiao Kuilong had seen Zi Chen before, and the opponent's combat power was beyond imagination.
"Wait a while, back up, don't rush forward."
Wang Xian's voice sounded in Xiao Kuilong's mind, "If you say something bad, even if you use a as cannon fodder, I can kill him!"
With tens of millions of people, more than 300 gods, thousands of fairy spirits, and killing just one Zi Chen, Wang Xian didn't see any problem.
Zi Chen was standing on the city tower of Yezhan City. This time, there were no squads in front of them, and everyone returned to the city.
Including the enemies who were stunned by Chi Yan last time, they were incorporated by Zi Chen after they woke up.
This battle does not depend on ordinary people.
This is the war of the gods!
"Sir, people are here, and there are endless ordinary people!"
A appeared in the sky out of thin air, "There are about three thousand fairy spirits, and three hundred and twenty-three gods!"
Zi Chen nodded, he stepped forward, walked out of the tower, and stood in the sky.
Behind him, Demi, Su Mengyao, the first god, and Cun followed closely.
The identities of these four people are very special. Needless to say, Demi should be an adult Zi Chen, but now it is a step too late.
Su Mengyao's status in the Spiritual Race was second only to Zi Chen.
The first god, along with Cun, is the leader of the lower realm and has his own power.
Originally, Demi had been stopped by Kui Long, but King Luo asked her to turn back, but she failed to bring back a rescuer.
Then there are Miaomiao, Chiyan and other gods, they belong to the third echelon.
With Zi Chen, there are a total of 62 gods.
After these gods flew out of Yezhan City, a group of fairy spirits flew into the sky, with a total of 4,000 people.
"Your mission is to kill all the fairies, don't let one go."
The soul power released by Zi Chen had already seen the scene hundreds of miles away. Thousands of people were like beasts, being driven here, leaving large blood marks and corpses wherever they passed.
Everyone was numb, like a walking dead.
These people gradually entered the perception, the eyes of all the gods behind Zi Chen turned red, and the monstrous killing intent surged.
"These intruders must die!" Chi Yan gritted his teeth.
Others also have anger and intolerance in their eyes.
"Miaomiao, Chiyan, these people will be handed over to you."
Zi Chen flew forward, and Demi and the others followed.
Chiyan, Miaomiao, and three other gods stayed behind, and these tens of millions of people will be handed over to them.
Zi Chen flew over the heads of everyone, his face was gloomy, and the people below moved forward numbly, and no one looked up.
Perhaps, they no longer have the strength to look up.
When the fairies in the sky saw Zi Chen and his party, they immediately dispersed to make way.
Zi Chen rushed past, and these fairy spirits were naturally dealt with by others.
"kill!"
The screams of killing sounded from the rear. It was the monk, the magic ape, and the others. They were only fairy spirits, and they were transferred from the city of all spirits by Zi Chen.
The battle of the fairies broke out first, and the sky energy roared.
The ordinary people below are still walking forward numbly.
When they saw the city wall in front of them, there were finally waves in their eyes, which was a relief in the face of death.
Miaomiao flew forward, she stood in the air, her pink sleeves waved forward, and a ripple swept across, extending for several miles.
Within this range, everyone's eyes were dull and they fell down.
Chi Yan was in another direction. Originally, he wanted to manifest his true body and forcibly stun everyone, but looking at their current situation, he gave up the idea of ​​a strong stun.
He landed lightly, then stepped lightly again, and a ripple spread.
The power of vibration was transmitted to their sea of ​​consciousness, and then a large number of people lay down.
The other three remaining gods are also good at this way. At this moment, they try their best to make everyone lose their fighting power without harming their already devastated bodies and precarious souls.
Compared with the gentle way of falling to the ground on the ground, the battle in the sky is much more intense, and every breath will have the body of a fairy falling to death.
But before their corpses hit the ground, there were ripples in the air, forming a vortex that devoured these corpses.
It is Su Mengyao's fourth-generation spirit-raising elves who take the initiative to take on the task of cleaning the battlefield.
Zi Chen flew people over the tens of millions of people and came to the rear, where more than 300 gods were already waiting.
Standing in front of the team, Wang Xian looked at the dozens of gods behind Zi Chen, and a trace of disdain flashed across his mouth, "Given you so long, so many gods were created? Why, did King Luo not give you people?"
After speaking, he laughed, and there was a roar from behind.
"To kill you, I alone are enough!"
Zi Chen rushed forward, like a streamer.
Wang Xian smiled disdainfully and said goodbye.
He disappeared out of thin air, and behind him, a group of gods also dispersed, and they would not give Zi Chen a chance to shoot.
"Wang Xian, you underestimate me!"
The indifferent voice sounded, Zi Chen's figure swayed, and it turned into dozens of clones, and each clone was holding a sword.
hum!
At the same time, Heimu flew to the sky and opened up a forbidden space with a radius of 1000 meters.
The dozens of clones handed forward their swords at the same time, and the sword light swept past. Thirteen gods were too late to dodge and were beheaded by Zi Chen under the sword.
In one shot, thirteen gods were killed.
The gods in the rear, headed by Demi, rushed forward.
Among them, the gods and gods of the gods are looking for enemies at will.
And the spirit race gods, it is two pairs of cooperation.
After all, the Spirit Race has only one life, unlike the God Race, as long as it is bathed under the rules, it is immortal.
Zi Chen stood with his sword in hand, and within a thousand feet of him, he would never see a single person again.
Zi Chen suddenly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into meditation.
In this situation, everyone is startled.
"You think I can't find you?"
Suddenly, Zi Chen opened his eyes and disappeared from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away, and the sword in his hand stabbed straight ahead.
There was nothing in front of me.
But as the sword light fell, with a puff, Wang Xian's figure appeared, and the Dao sword had pierced into his chest.
When other gods in the distance saw this, their expressions changed greatly. Is Wang Xian dead like this?
"So what if you find me? You can't kill me?"
Wang Xian, who was penetrated by the Dao sword, laughed loudly, and his body dissipated like a phantom.
"You can't run."
Zi Chen was two hundred feet away again, and stabbed forward with a sword, stabbing Wang Xian again with a chilling heart.
Xiao Kuilong, who was hiding in the distance, was completely shocked. This Zi Chen was too strong. Wang Xian's hiding method was invisible and invisible, and Zi Chen was able to find it accurately.
This is truly extraordinary.
Wang Xian dissipated again.
Still not real.
Zi Chen snorted coldly, and his figure flashed three times in succession. All three times, he pierced through Wang Xian's body, but the other party was able to escape in time each time.
Zi Chen frowned, this would be troublesome.
He almost didn't hide his clumsiness and found the other party precisely, but he couldn't understand why Wang Xian could escape again and again.
How to fight this?
"What, why can't you help me?"
Seeing that Zi Chen stopped shooting, Wang Xian appeared five hundred feet away, and he smiled sarcastically at Zi Chen, "Then it's my turn to shoot."
There was a flash of murderous intent in Zi Chen's eyes, "If I can't kill you, then I'll kill others first."
Zi Chen threw the black wood, only to see the black wood flying into the sky, and then a strong light burst out in an instant.
"Everyone, start killing the enemy!"
The light of the black wood expanded, and this time it extended to two thousand feet away.
This sudden scene shocked the gods.
"Everyone come in!"
The gods on Zi Chen's side ~EbookFREE.me~ immediately came within the range of two thousand feet. As long as the gods were killed here, the gods would surely die.
Zi Chen also intends to start a massacre here, killing a wave of gods first.
At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from not far away, Zi Chen turned his head and saw that it was Su Mengyao who was repelled by the two gods.
She failed to enter the range of two thousand meters in the first time.
"not good!"
Zi Chen shouted and immediately flew up.
"Haha, it's late, my friend."
The laughter sounded, Wang Xian suddenly appeared in front of Su Mengyao, and the blood-colored spear in his hand pierced Su Mengyao's abdomen instantly.
puff!
Straight through!