N-A-A Chapter 900
Chapter 900
The void cracked, and ripples appeared in the dark space turbulence.
Two figures appeared in the world, emitting a brilliant divine light.
Everyone looked over in surprise.
They were two hazy phantoms.
One had fiery red hair, exuding the smell of scorching lava, and his appearance was hazy, and mortals could not look directly at him.
The other was huge, with twenty angel wings, emitting angel holy light, and his indifferent eyes looked at the battlefield.
"God... God?"
"Could it be that the legendary god who has reached the god level has descended?"
The people were shocked and looked up at them in disbelief.
But soon they tasted something different from the Pope's words just now.
Have they come a long time ago?
Hidden in the dark, watching how fierce the battle was, and had no intention of helping?
Seeing that the battle was going smoothly, he still hid in the dark and didn't take action.
After hearing the Pope's words, he was forced to show up in the world?
Thinking of this,
Facing the rescue of the gods, the enthusiasm of the people, soldiers, and geniuses should have been excited, but they did not rise. Instead, they felt a chilling reality, which was in sharp contrast to the little soul saint who had been fighting.
Luo Fanchen's eyes flickered, and he looked at the two newly appeared gods with interest. Interesting, old acquaintances, aren't these the two who appeared when killing Huang Yan?
This Soul Martial Continent is indeed as he had guessed before, not as simple as it seems on the surface, the water is very deep.
Since there is a Grand Marshal hiding,
Is there no human god at all?
Sure enough, it appeared.
And it seems that Di Weiyang knew about this situation a long time ago.
But he just showed up now,
He probably had his calculations going on for a long time,
It’s not fair to say whether he’s honest or not, but it’s a bit shameful, but people in the world are not blind.
The red-haired god and the angel god looked at Di Weiyang coldly, then raised their hands and threw a golden red fire ring and angel sword feathers at the Blood Demon Cult leader.
“You are just a guy who has just entered the gods, but you dare to bring wolves into the house and despise the strong, then you will die.”
Yang Jinghong sneered at this,
He is honest, not stupid,
He hates the Blood Demon Cult, but he seems to have no good feelings for this newly appeared god.
You want to come out to reap the fruits of victory only after you win, what are you pretending to be, if you really have the strength, what would you do?
Someone stole Luo Fanchen’s limelight, and Yang Jinghong was the first to be unhappy.
Facing the two gods attacking, the Blood Demon Cult leader sneered and said disdainfully: "You are just a bunch of lingering trash. If you came here in real body, I would be more afraid of you. Two projections of gods are nothing!"
His eight Shura arms danced like a blood sea ferocious god, swallowing the two projections of gods together. Even though he was blasted and retreated, he did not show any fear, but his disdain became stronger.
"Bang!"
The real body of the Holy Angel of the Pope slapped out with a palm,
"Damn it!"
The pupils of the Blood Demon Cult leader shrank, and he gritted his teeth and scolded.
"Boom--"
One of his heads exploded on its own initiative, and the blood sacrifice force generated forced the Pope's palm back. He scanned the dead and injured blood demon elders around him and cursed: "A bunch of trash, you still have the nerve to suspect that this leader is a traitor?"
"If it weren't for this leader, you would have died long ago!"
"Two useless gods, don't be afraid!"
The eight arms of the Blood Demon Leader all shone with dense red lines, and the tadpole seal characters flashed with strange light. Countless people felt dizzy and vomited after seeing it.
"Stop him!"
The red-haired god shouted and acted quickly.
But he was still a step slow.
The leader's eight arms exploded in an instant, and the blood-red mist generated spread out, polluting the void, and then shrank sharply in an instant, turning into a blood-red pole. The shining light seemed to be conveying signals, providing spatial coordinates, and linking to an unknown location in the outside world.
The sky suddenly turned dark, the sun retreated, and black clouds gathered from all directions.
Thunder and lightning struck, and the ground shook, as if it was the end of the world.
"Crack--"
"Crack!"
The sky was broken like a mirror, and black fog poured in from outside the plane like a tide. In the black fog, there seemed to be black suction cups like strange octopuses. The attacks of the red-haired gods and others had no effect at all. The moment they touched the black fog, they disappeared into thin air. The whole world of the Soul Martial Continent was shaking violently at this moment, and thunder and bombardment continued.
"Luo Fanchen, this leader has made every plan, but I missed you."
"You have repeatedly ruined the plan that this leader has planned for countless years. It is your good luck that the Soul Martial Continent can exist until now."
"NextThis time, this leader will not underestimate your cultivation, and will treat you as an enemy of the same or even higher level. You will not have good luck again, and you, Luo Fanchen, will die! "
"All living beings in the Soul Martial Continent, next time, if you don't turn back from your wrong path, no one will be able to protect you!"
The two gods looked ugly, and they were actually ignored by the leader.
Instead, he only talked to a Soul Saint?
"Sorry, I never rely on good luck."
"Leader, I'm tired of hearing your words."
The black fog covered the sky, the strange air was everywhere, everyone was in danger, trembling, Luo Fanchen shook his head and responded calmly, and his style was directly pulled to the full.
He never relied on good luck, but...
Cheating!
"Stop them! "
The angels and gods made a move, but they could not stop it at all. If the black fog and the existence in the black fog were not suppressed and rejected by this world, I am afraid that this phantom clone would not even have the opportunity to make a move.
"Boom!"
The black fog retreated back to the space cracks, and all the strange evil spirits disappeared.
The dark clouds and thunder in the sky also disappeared.
The clouds and fog were cleared to see the sky,
The golden sun shone down,
The golden temple hovering in the atmosphere, the eighteen-story dark tower and other palace-type artifacts... The old monsters who fought with them were all taken away and disappeared.
The entire northwest battlefield was full of broken limbs and debris, the energy aftermath burned and rolled, and the smell of blood slipped into everyone's nostrils, but I don't know how many people took a deep breath, ushering in the relaxation that they hadn't enjoyed for who knows how long, and showed the joy of surviving the disaster on their faces.
"It's good to survive."
"It's good to save the homeland. ”
I don’t know how many people were in a trance, looking around in disbelief.
“We… won?”
“Really won?”
The Three Senses Fairy Child, Long Youwei and the others looked at the two brilliant and transcendental projections of the gods in the sky, then looked at the domineering figures of Di Weiyang and the Phoenix Queen, and finally fell on the young man who was unrestrained and unworldly.
If there was no Luo Fanchen,
could it win?
Maybe the Soul Martial Continent still has a trump card, but Luo Fanchen didn’t have so many calculations in his mind, and was the first to fight for everyone.
The Phoenix Queen and the other sect leaders, such as Yang Tingjun, couldn’t help but look at Luo Fanchen, with complicated eyes, full of exclamations and surprise.
The two gods looked stunned. They didn’t expect that their birth should have attracted everyone’s attention, but in the end, all the limelight seemed to be taken away by a Soul Saint...