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It's a pity that everything is turned into fog in the chaotic world.

Unable to feel the passage of time, the Golden Protoss tried their best and failed to break through the chaotic world.

And he has found his consciousness is dissipating.

"how is this possible?"

He finally showed a look of horror.

Unbelievable.

"What method is this? Why is my consciousness dissipating?"

"And my divine body is also dissipating!"

"Impossible, I don't believe it!"

He roared in horror.

He attacked furiously.

Unfortunately it was all in vain.

outside world.

The three of Lin Zhan worked hard to maintain the chaotic world, and their complexions turned pale due to the massive consumption of divine power.

As a big move that the three of them can only release together, Chaos World consumes a lot of divine power.

Even if the consumption is shared equally by the three of them, they can't support too much time.

"What kind of monster is this, even stronger than Sheng Xingyun?" Lin Zhan said in a low voice.

Lin Shan smiled wryly and said, "I don't know either."

Today is just the first day of the war with the Snowfield Protoss, and they have encountered such a monster, so they don't know what kind of strong they will encounter next.

To be honest, now he is full of worries.

"No, I can't hold on any longer." Lin Qing said.

Divine power is bestowed by the gods, of which the power of incense occupies the majority, and the amount is limited.

And the divine power is not their own power, they cannot squeeze their own potential to extract the divine power, so once the divine power is exhausted, they will no longer be able to maintain the chaotic world.

"Daoming!" Lin Shan shouted.

Daoming nodded heavily.

Once the chaotic world disappears, the golden gods will appear.

And the moment he appeared, he would be in a state of trance for a period of time, and this very short period of time was Daoming's only chance to kill him.

"The way of the sword is shattered!"

Daoming growled lowly, his eyes brightened.

His long gray hair fluttered in the air, exuding a terrifying murderous intent all over his body.

This sword is his strongest sword, it is his complete comprehension of the way of swordsmanship, and it is the reliance for him to break through the realm of proving the Dao.

Unlike Lin Zhan and the others relying on Fengshen to break through to the Dao realm, his own cultivation has reached the critical point of Dao realm, and Fengshen just added fire to him, giving him the opportunity to break through to the Dao realm.

So even if his god position is lower than the three of Lin Zhan, his strength is far superior to the three of Lin Zhan.

"withdraw!"

The three of Lin Zhan withdrew and retreated.

Almost at the same time, the golden gods appeared under Daoming's sword.

But at this time, the Golden Protoss has become different.

Gone was his bright blond hair, replaced by pockmarked flesh.

Although the chaotic world didn't wipe him out completely, it did cause him very serious trauma.

If it takes longer, his whole body will completely disappear and turn into chaos.

The golden protoss trembled all over, and the self-consciousness that was about to disappear instantly returned.

The bloodshot golden pupils suddenly widened.

Amazement, doubts, surprises, incomprehensions, etc. filled his heart.

At this time, he still didn't understand what kind of environment he was in.

Sudden.

A sharp pain hit his mind, causing his expression to change.

Crunch!

The ear-piercing sharp sound sounded, making one's scalp tingle.

Puchi!

The sword light fell and shot into the head of the golden god race.

The terrifying sword intent penetrated from the top of his head to his feet.

A look of shock and terror remained on his blurred face.

"Finally dead!"

Lin Shan let out a deep breath.

Daoming's whole body was instantly discouraged, panting heavily.

This sword had unleashed his full potential, if he still couldn't kill the opponent, then he should die next.

……

Daxia Palace.

Lin Mo sat on the attic, sipping tea with one hand, and placed the other on the Zhen Guo Yuxi.

There are illusory lines beating between the eyes, vaguely reflecting the war outside Beimang City.

"good."

"After solving this problem, the next calamity in the north will be easy to deal with."

His eyes moved up slowly, looking at the golden pillar of imperial luck that enveloped the capital of the Great Xia Emperor.

At this time, Daxia's golden pillar of luck was just like the golden pillar of luck in the Tianyuan Dynasty, with dense cracks appearing on the surface, and many golden fragments were scattered and peeled off.

On the north and south sides of the golden pillar, there are two gray-black clouds entwined, constantly devouring the golden fragments that have fallen off.

Lin Mo turned his head to look at You Siliang beside him.

"Are you ready?"

"Return to Your Majesty, the little god is ready." You Biliang, who was already a broom star, said solemnly.

Lin Mo nodded slightly.

The special attributes of the ghost clan and the special ability of the broom star combined with the evil luck should create an unusual god.

He was looking forward to it.

"In that case, let's get started."

With a slight smile, he stood up, holding the Zhen Guo Yuxi in his hand, and locked his eyes on the evil luck on the golden pillar of luck.

Zhen Guo Yuxi rose slowly and shot into the golden pillar of luck in an instant.

Immediately, streamers flickered on the surface of the Qi Luck Gold Pillar, and the number of dense cracks actually decreased a lot.

Lin Mo was suspended in mid-air, with a flowing white shirt on his body, staring at the evil luck belonging to the north.

Since then.

He stretched out his hand, stretched it out and pulled it sharply.

"Give me down!"

Above the imperial capital, black clouds overwhelmed the city, thunder clouds were densely covered, and the sky suddenly became overcast for thousands of miles around.

The creatures on the ground were all prostrate on the ground, feeling the great pressure.

Wanmin looked at the sky with a look of horror on their faces, as if something very important was pressing on their hearts.

Yin Sha's luck represents God's will, and God's will can't be changed at will. What Lin Mo did at this time was undoubtedly going against the sky.

Looking at the changes in the sky, the corner of Lin Mo's mouth twitched slightly.

"Heaven has a responsibility to act on behalf of the heavens. I am the great heavenly god, and the heavens and the earth should respect me."

With a movement of his figure, thousands of lights scattered, reflecting the thunder clouds in the sky.

A phantom of Lin Mo appeared in front of the golden pillar of luck, wearing a nine-dragon robe, green moon boots, an amethyst crown on his head, a Xuanyuan sword on his waist, a Zhenguo jade seal in his hand, and a Wanhua golden wheel on his back.

The eyes are like the sun, looking at the world with disdain, and the divine light shines brightly, reflecting all directions.

"I am the master of all realms, my word is the law, my deed is the law, the way of heaven and earth is determined by me alone."

The swaying sound shook the world.

"I say that the thunder clouds will recede!"

Lin Mo uttered the law, and the thunderclouds above the nine heavens shook and receded slowly.

The bright brilliance shines in the world, sprinkled on the imperial capital, and shines for thousands of miles.

Looking at the phantom of Lin Mo in the sky, all the people of the imperial capital couldn't bear the excitement in their hearts anymore, they knelt down and shouted loudly.

"Meet the Great Heavenly Venerate!"

"Meet the Great Heavenly Venerate!"

"Meet the Great Heavenly Venerate!"

……

The shouts shook the world.

Lin Mo smiled slightly, looking down softly.

The hearts of the people are united, and they dare to fight against the sky.

He is not walking against the sky alone.

596 The Insect Swarm Attacks

North Mangzhou.

It was snowing heavily.

Thousands of basalt warriors and barbarian warriors rushed frantically.

The heavy snow all over the ground was infected with bright red blood.

Manji was holding a huge hammer, wearing a black black armor, and his burly figure stood upright in the center of the battlefield like a god of war.

He led a million barbarian monsters to march from the west of Beimangzhou, but just after walking three hundred miles, he encountered the army of the snowfield gods.

There is no nonsense between the two sides, and only one battle can solve the enmity.

"Kill! For the dynasty, for the tribe, die in battle and be proud!"

Manji roared angrily, and blasted out the huge hammer in his hand, smashing a protoss directly.

The Snowfield Protoss are powerful, but the Man Yao are not vegetarians either.

They are simple and honest, they are warlike, they are fearless, and they dare to fight against any enemy.

Born in a place of bitter cold, with a raging flame in his heart.

Struggle is their deep-rooted characteristic.

In the army of the Snowfield Protoss.

A protoss with white hair and golden eyes stood above the army, looking at the ferocious Manji, his expression darkened.

"This is Daxia's army! It's extremely fierce!"