Monster Paradise

On the secluded sea, the projection of the crows and the ten demigods collided again and again, picking up the entire sea area.

The transformation of the crows to Xiao Mo has never stopped. Xiao Mo’s combat power has already entered the realm of Platinum Palace, and even continues to climb.

However, the area above the altar has been covered by black viscous liquids by more than 95% and may be completely contaminated at any time.

The crows naturally noticed this, and the heart became more anxious.

Two spectators, Lin Huang and Yang Ling, stood in a few kilometers and talked about it, and suddenly they felt that something changed on the battlefield.

One hundred and eight eyelids of the crow's projection suddenly screamed the horrible red awn, just like a **** spotlight in the night was suddenly lit.

At this moment, the ten deities of the gods suddenly stagnate, as if they had been moved by the body.

A black silk thread turned into a long whip, and in the blink of an eye it crossed the right shoulder of a demigod. A strong right arm broke directly, and a blood was sprayed from the wound.

In the next moment, the black thread is another volume, which directly captures the warbow in the arm of the broken arm and slams it into the eye that is already completely polluted.

As soon as the bow of the war touched the black liquid, the viscous black liquid seemed to be life-like in the direction of the bow.

The area of ​​the eye that has covered the black liquid begins to fade slowly.

Then, hundreds of black silk threads once again madly protruded from the black body projected by the crows, and then swept away to the ten demigods who could not move.

Seeing that he would penetrate a body of the demigod, Yang Ling suddenly raised his hands and fingers crossed.

The ten devious gods who had been stagnant seemed to have recovered their ability to move in an instant, and once again spurred the hands of the gods to collide with the black silk.

Even the demigod who was broken off his arm, his arm reappeared in the blink of an eye. He held a golden arrow and God could completely throw the whole arrow and throw it out.

A golden mantle burst out of the air, only to see the golden sky flashing, it penetrated the black thread wrapped around the war bow.

Under this hit, the black thread was directly torn and broken into several pieces.

A figure swiftly passed through the void, and when he reached out, he grabbed the bow. The figure was standing hundreds of meters away, and it was the former broken arm.

At this time, the boundary has already polluted 95% of the area. Because of the capture of the bow of the crow, the curse has been lost, and now it is about 80%.

The crow **** projection just had the same **, although it did not completely remove the pollution of the eye, but also got a little time for himself.

After a few seconds, Xiao Mo’s combat power finally entered the Zijin Emperor’s Palace, and he was initially qualified to serve as a container for the Crow. The crow began to integrate into God to further transform his body, and his combat power, physical strength and soul strength continued to rise.

For the crow, a qualified container, the force to reach the Zijin Emperor Palace is only the most basic standard. If you want to use it for a long time, the body and soul strength of the container must withstand the erosion of divine power. The more thoroughly the body and soul that can be transformed by God, the longer it will last.

A perfect container that has reached 100% by God's ability to transform, and its service life can exceed 100 years.

The **** of the crow can sneak into the body of Xiaomo, and take the lead in the transformation of the flesh. Everywhere the **** can pass, every cell of his body is quickly annihilated, and then he can be repaired by God, and so on. The individual body cells become more and more tough under this repeated washing.

However, as a motive of the reformed person, he only felt that the degree of pain was ten times more than before. Even on the secluded sea where countless tsunami rises, Lin Huang can vaguely hear his screams.

Lin Huang brows slightly wrinkled in the direction of Xiao Mo, he is hesitant to shoot.

In the current situation, the crows are rushing to seize time and want to transform Xiao Mo. Once Xiao Mo was completely rebuilt, it was when he was throwing his body into the body. At that time, the projection of the crows does not need to rely on the eye to maintain its existence. Even if the eye is completely polluted, it will not affect him.

Therefore, Lin Huang is very clear that once he robs him, he will definitely be attacked by the crows. Even he may abandon Yang Ling’s ten deities and chase himself.

Although he is very confident in the gods, Lin Huang is still not sure if he is confronted with a true will of God who is comparable to the level of the gods.

In the few seconds when Lin Huang hesitated, the boundary of the altar on the altar was once again climbed to more than 90%, and at most it would be completely polluted in ten seconds.

At this time, the battle situation on both sides of the battlefield changed again.

A golden mans traverses the void, like a meteor falling, aiming at the half-god of the warbler.

The crows projection also knows that he has come to help, and a black tentacle is more madly entangled in ten people, so that everyone can't pull out to attack the coming people.

That golden mangling quickly passed through the void like a light, and slammed into the sturdy and half-god with the war bow.

Until the moment of the collision between the two, the figure stood, Lin Huang saw this person who broke into the battlefield, and it was the general crow of the Raven.

The same demigod is full of strength, and the same hand holds the gods. The same **** can erupt and suddenly collide.

The tip of the sword that originally pointed to the eyebrows was blocked by a warlike bow like a crescent moon.

Under the collision of the gods, the golden sky was picked up.

At first it was just a little bit of a golden awn of the thumb, and then it swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an inflated balloon.

The golden sun, which is no less than the **** day, is formed by air and condensed again, attracting everyone's attention again.

The other half gods wanted to lend a helping hand, but they were blocked by a black tentacle. They could only watch the golden sky in the sky and quickly formed, and then burst.

Among the golden awns, a figure reflexed out, but the other figure went straight through the bursting golden awn, and turned into a golden electric light to chase away the inverted figure.

Yang Ling flashed a touch of dignity in his eyes, although his semi-god is not even better than Yan in terms of combat power, but Yan Ping is a genuine sword repairer. Jian Xiu, the best at the close is the close combat, and the half-god who was attacked was an arrow repairer during his lifetime. He is best at fighting in the middle and long distance. Once close, the strength is greatly reduced.

Now, the other nine demigods have been obstructed by the projections of the crows and cannot help.

Seeing that the demigod was about to be smashed by Jin Mang and was taken away from the sword, Lin Huang slightly narrowed his eyes.

Yan Ping was about to throw out the sword, and a figure suddenly stopped between the two.

It was a baby elephant with a body length of less than two meters.

Looking at the monsters that suddenly broke into the battlefield, everyone was a glimpse.

Even Yan Ping was a stagnation of action, but soon he looked cold and swayed his sword and smothered toward the elephant in front of him.

I saw the little elephant with a long nose, like a whip, and collided with the golden sword.

The scene that happened in the next moment made everyone stunned.

Yan Ping only felt that an unparalleled force of the sword came from the sword. In the collision, the right arm of the sword was directly split. Then a powerful and incomparable impact spread to his body, and his body suddenly flew out uncontrollably. He only crossed the distance of dozens of kilometers and broke into the sea...

The little elephant that blew back to the distance of several kilometers and shook his nose and shook his head, and once again shook his head, he stood firm again, and there was no trace of wound on his nose.