Bright Era

Nightmare hissed and screamed, while dodge hastily on the arena of hundreds of miles long and wide. But the ring of a hundred miles long and wide is extremely huge for mortals. For the gods, this ring is too small, too small, too small! Abidal arrived in front of Nightmare in just a few flashes, and then his huge body exploded.

A group of black fire light filled the whole ring, the ring formed by **** flames made a deep scream, and the black light film covering the ring flickered lightly, causing a few ripples, and then quickly disappeared without a trace. . The gods who had witnessed all of this suddenly moaned in despair at the same time-a powerful master deity blew the life source and soul, and could not break the defensive barrier of this small arena, so don't talk about destroying this arena. Up.

Alsino looked at the black fire after Abidal's explosion with surprise and joy. He hissed loudly: "Abidal, my good brother! You, you, you are really my good brother! Don't worry. Well, I will take care of your woman and your child for you! Ah, heroic Abidal, if we can get out alive, how much credit you have done for us!"

The Sanhua Goddess, Thord and others also applauded one after another. Abidal's bravery and fearlessness were indeed appreciated by them. It would be best if his self-detonation can directly kill Nightmare, and without the supreme commander of the spirits and gods, they would be no threat!

The black flames gradually dispersed, and a group of black sun suddenly appeared on the ring. Nightmare was madly devouring the violent heat generated after Abidal blew himself up, and his battered body was rapidly healing. On the top of Nightmare's head, a nine-fold black transparent crown was swaying lightly. It was the existence of this crown that allowed Nightmare to survive the terrifying self-detonation.

This is the blew of a powerful **** who is only weaker than Nightmare. If Nightmare takes this blow, he will definitely fall with Abidal.

Nightmare exuding infinite heat and light screamed hysterically: "Abidal blew himself up? So what? So what? I'm still alive, and I will leave here alive with all the people! Fight hard, kill the enemy bravely! My people, kill these **** sordid embryos, we can dominate the East!"

Nightmare, who was so embarrassed by the bombing, just broke the jar, he didn't know what happened in the arena of hell, what was wrong here. But since the matter has reached this point, there is no room for recovery at all!

Then, kill the Ashinu, kill the rebellious Sanhua goddess, kill all the gods of the Milo Sect, kill the gods that are not their own people in the temple, kill the five main gods of the cooperating Azerite tribe and many of them. Subordinates, in this way, the spirits and gods can dominate the eastern world in one fell swoop!

Nightmare was already too lazy to think about the future, and he didn't bother to think about it, even if the Spirit and God Clan had paid a heavy price to dominate the East, the question of how to hold onto the foundation! These are all trivial questions. Everything will be discussed after I leave here alive!

With the roar of Nightmare, the spirits of the spirits and gods have manifested themselves, groups of strong lights, groups of hurricanes, groups of powerful rays, or simply a group of invisible and intangible force fields have displayed their uniqueness. With his ability, he burst out a storm-like attack against the enemy in front of him.

Under the deliberate control of hell, the spirits of the spirit gods are stronger than their enemies, and other gods are suppressed a lot in strength, which causes the spirits of the spirit gods to kill almost losslessly. Dead their first wave of enemies!

For a time, countless gods screamed before they died, and Alsinu and other master gods convulsed with heartache, and the three corpse gods were furious. They roared and rushed to the enemies in front of them, and they killed the killers regardless.

The cruel duel rules are still in our ears. The Arsinos must kill the enemies in front of them, and must kill all the spirits of the spirit gods, so that they can escape this **** arena! No one wants to die here, even those lower gods with the weakest strength do not want to die here, let alone the aloof Arsinos.

Lin Qi stood on the ring, he didn't do anything, just stared at the gods who were fighting in blood.

Arsino and the others are worthy of being the leaders of the multi-armed Secret Demon clan. His thousands of thick arms waved, and his attack rolled out like a storm. Standing in front of the Arsino was a spirit of the Spiritual God family who was much weaker than him, and the body of this Spiritual God family manifested itself as a strong yellow light, and there was a faintly in the halo. The mountain flashed.

This spirit of the spirit gods controls the peculiar gravity. He constantly distorts the gravitational force field around Alsino. His body seems to be entangled by countless giant pythons. If his body is not strong enough, he would be early It was torn into countless pieces. But Arsino is the leader of the multi-armed Secret Demon clan after all, and his strength far exceeds his opponent.

Tens of thousands of violent blows fell on the head of the unlucky **** almost at the same time, and Alsino's wrathful blow directly shattered his spiritual origin and beat him to death. The light on the arena flickered slightly, and Ashinu had been moved to another arena. In front of him, there appeared a lower **** of the Spiritual God family who had just killed his opponent and was jumping for joy!

Arsino smiled triumphantly, and the lower **** screamed in horror!

Hell grunted helplessly, there were not many main god-level figures present, and it was impossible to match them with enough suitable opponents. Therefore, Hell simply randomly designated opponents for them, he completely regarded the existence of these main gods as harvesters, and helped him harvest the lives of those low-level gods!

A group of low-powered gods appeared in front of Ashinu. Thousands of arms of Ashinu smashed out with a whistling. All the gods just appeared in front of him and they were immediately smashed to pieces.

The same low-power opponents kept appearing in front of Solder, and as soon as these gods appeared, they smiled at Solder in a daze, and then cleanly raised their weapons and chopped off their heads.

The Sanhua Tiannv's attack was even more cruel. She didn't care about decency and directly restored her own thousand-eyed mirage. The ugly and huge body was suspended on the ring. Her opponent was caught in an endless illusion as soon as she appeared, and then she was rolled up by her thick squirming tentacles, quickly stuffed into her mouth and swallowed.

As for Nightmare, he was far more efficient at killing enemies than others. He was suspended on the ring, endless light and heat radiated continuously, and his opponent just appeared on the ring and immediately turned into a plume of smoke. The silhouettes around him flickered rapidly. It was the **** arena that kept sending the gods who had just defeated their enemies to Nightmare, and the cruel Nightmare, who became more cruel because of the rage, instantly burned them to ashes.

Farther away, the patriarch of the Tianmiao golden body giant spirit clan, a bald giant with a height of hundreds of miles and full of brilliance like a black gold is swinging the magic pestle, and frantically hammering the enemies that appeared in front of him. Into the flesh. The movements of his hands kept on, but his eyes were staring at Nightmare, and he kept roaring frantically.

"Nightyong, why do you want to do this?"

"The spirit gods and the golden giant spirits, allies for generations, brothers for generations!"

"Why are you doing this? Why are you killing us together? Are you really blinded by greed?"

"Tell me, why do you want to do this? Why? Why do we even have to calculate together?"

Nightmare didn't say a word, he just continuously released endless light and heat, and constantly killed the enemies that appeared beside him. Nightmare clearly knew that if he killed more enemies, the vitality of the spirits and gods would retain one more point. Among the gods present, his strength is definitely one of the best. As long as he maintains this state, it is enough to punish all opponents except for a few people such as Ashinu.

Facing the roar of the golden giant spirit patriarch, Nightmare did not know how to reply to him. As the other party said, the golden giant spirits and the spirit gods are the brother races for generations. Under the terrifying human rule, the two races supported each other and struggled to multiply and survive.

But today, Yan Teng couldn't explain what happened today, so he didn't want to waste his saliva.

Under the dispatch of hell, headed by Nightmare, the main gods of the various gods and the powerhouses of the upper gods have become meat grinders in the **** arena. A large number of gods who were much weaker than them were sent to them, and they were killed as if they were cutting melons and vegetables.

And the larger number of gods are fighting in the arena with the gods who are not much different from their own strength. After experiencing hard fighting, they are either killed or killed by the enemy. The blood of the gods flowed down the ring like cheap spring water, and was greedily swallowed by countless altars on the ground.

As the blood of the altar swallowed more and more, a joyous roar suddenly came from the underground of the arena of hell. Stimulated by the breath of hell, with the blood and souls of countless gods as sacrifices, the ontological consciousness of the **** arena finally recovered.

An ancient, sinister, mental wave like a king cobra slowly crawling into a hot bed in the middle of the night, slowly creeping out of the ground. The breath of murder enveloped the whole **** arena, and the desire to kill was rolling wildly in the arena.

On the countless arenas, the corpses of the gods fell like garbage. Their heavy corpses fell to the ground, making a dull thunderous noise. A large amount of sacred blood flowed out of their bodies, staining the ground of the arena of **** full of colors like a huge palette.

The gods fall like rain, and at this moment, here, the lives of the gods are like grass.

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