The ninth-grade human race who had time to attack rushed forward, and the great power of heaven and earth activated and condensed into a giant.

However, his giant was still like a child in front of the ink-colored giant god, and the size difference was too big. The violent attack on the ink-colored giant god did not have much effect. Instead, the opponent's casual blow shocked the nine-grade Kaitian's body.

The giant ink-colored god in the Holy Spirit's ancestral land at that time caused great suffering to the Holy Spirits in the ancestral land. In the end, the Dragon Emperor and Phoenix Queen of that generation burned all their power to seal it.

The Dragon Emperor and the Phoenix Queen of that generation also fell. When the world collapsed, the origin of the Dragon Emperor and the origin of the phoenix Queen were lost, and it was eventually obtained by Yang Kai and Su Yan.

They are all giant ink-colored gods, and their strengths should not be much different.

However, because of the closing of the Great Forbidden in the First Heaven, only half of the body was left, and its strength was not as strong as the one that was originally wanted in the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land.

This is true for the Nine-grade Kaitian, and it is difficult for him to be an opponent.

Although the giant ink-colored god had no lower body, his movements were unhindered when the power of ink surged. He soon rushed into the battlefield from Chutian Daqian and killed him wantonly.

There is no distinction between enemies and us in its eyes. Whether it is the human race or the Mo race, as long as it blocks the road, it is all enemies.

For a time, the two tribes were killed and injured continuously.

The human race and the broken limbs and flesh of the Mo race that were killed by it, and even the power of the Mo being scattered were greatly pulled and gathered into its body. Its broken lower body seemed to have signs of reconciliation.

The half-dissolved body is so fierce and powerful. It really makes it condense the lower body, how can it be?

More ninth grades rushed towards it, and it was not until the thirteen ninth grades joined forces to barely block its offensive.

Everyone was incredible.

The ninth-grade Kaitian was known to the supreme powerhouse before this. Only the King of the Mo Clan could fight against it. Now, a half-destroyed giant ink-colored god actually needed thirteen ninth-grades to join forces to block it.

It is hard to imagine how powerful it would be if it was not half-dead.

The battlefield between the ninth grade and the king was originally the ninth grade of the human race, but now the thirteen ninth grades joined forces to clamp down the ink-colored giant gods, and the situation suddenly reversed.

Many ninth ranks are fighting against two, or against two, and only in this way can those kings not kill the soldiers of the human race.

The emergence of a semi-dead ink-colored giant god made the advantage that the race had accumulated with great effort. Although the human race still has great advantages in the battlefield below the ninth grade, if we continue like this, we are afraid that the battlefield below the ninth grade will also become depressed.

Yang Kai had already put away the dragon body, turned into a human form, and galloped across the battlefield with a Canglong spear in his hand.

The incident on Chutian Daquan was too sudden. Cang wanted to close the Daquan, which triggered Mo's backing. Then Mu, a strong man who had died for many years, appeared, sang an unknown song, which activated the power of Daquan.

At present, Cang's traces were gone, and Mu and Mo's breath were gone. The entire Chutian Daquan returned to its previous round and flawless state.

Yang Kai knew that Cang had passed away, Mu had completely disappeared, and Mo fell into a deep sleep. Now that the Chutian ban has been closed again, it means that there is no reinforcements from the Mo clan.

What remains on the battlefield now is all the power of the Mo clan. As long as these Mo clans can be eliminated, the human race will win this battle!

But it is so difficult to solve these Mo tribes. Not to mention a giant ink-colored god who can compete with the thirteen ninth grades, even those kings will be unable to kill them.

Since the war, there have been no king lords who have been killed. In fact, because of Mo's intentional indulgence, there are quite a few king lords who have been killed. Before the appearance of the giant mogul god, at least more than a dozen king lords fell.

The human race also paid the price for the fall of several ancestors.

When Mu's soul attack affected the battlefield, several kings died due to Yang Kai's interference.

Under such circumstances, the number of ninth ranks of the human race will be much higher than that of the king.

But now, because of the appearance of a giant ink-colored god, this advantage has been slapped.

However, none of the human army retreated and were fighting to the death!

Everyone knows that if you cannot win this battle, you may not have another chance to win.

The ninth grade is fighting hard, the eighth grade is fighting hard, the seventh grade sixth grade fifth grade are fighting hard, it doesn’t matter if the warship is blown up, and the spare warships are used to continue fighting. Even the spare warships are blown up, then you will enter the enemy group and drag a large number of Mo tribes to be buried with you before your death.

There is no time to recover and rest, one step back will lead to a deep abyss.

Yang Kai's figure flew past, and ink blood flew under the Canglong spear, and countless powerful enemies were killed.

He was looking for traces of Chenxi, but the battlefield was chaotic, and it was not easy to find Chenxi in this vast battlefield.

It took a long time later, Yang Kai saw the figures of Chenxi and others on a certain battlefield. A large sea of ​​blood surging there, obviously from the work of the Blood Crow.

He was about to advance toward the other side, but suddenly he warned Dasheng. Before he could do anything, the violent force had already attacked from the side.

In an instant, Yang Kai felt his body numb, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat, and his body flew high.

Before the crisis was resolved, Yang Kai shot and rushed behind him. When the golden crows were crying, the sun jumped up and shone brightly in all directions.

Then, a big hand just squeezed it gently, and then grabbed the dazzling sun in the palm of his hand, squeezed it directly, and smashed it at Yang Kai with another punch.

Yang Kai was shocked and blocked his gun in front of him.

The next moment, his body shook so loudly, as if it was eaten by thunder, and it flew out again, and the blood in his mouth was spewed out like money.

It was not until this time that he could see clearly the true face of the powerful man who attacked him.

It was a sheep-headed and human-born Mo Clan king. Like the one Mo Zhao in the Dayan War Zone, there were a pair of black wings behind it.

Looking at each other, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Sheep-Head King Lord, as if he didn't expect that he could not take Yang Kai's life twice.

Although he didn't use all his strength, Yang Kai was only a seventh-grade person. He thought the other party would not have a chance to escape.

However, the accident happened like this.

However, Yang Kai was full of bitterness and swallowed the blood in his throat, endured the pain, and kept the mind calm and alert.

Escape from death!

At that moment, when he noticed the danger, he immediately activated the dragon scales lurking in his body to cover his whole body. If it weren't for this, he would have been blown up by someone else.

Although the dragon scales are strong, they are still shattered after bearing the opponent's two strikes.

The thing that worries the most happened.

Because the thirteenth grade nine-grade human race clamped the ink-colored giant god, the battlefield between the ninth grade, which originally had a slightly advantage, had some imbalances with the king's battlefield.

The king took his hand out!

And this guy just set his sights on him.

Yang Kai was not surprised. Cang had told him to be careful before, because he was galloping on the battlefield and was not afraid of the erosion of Mo's power, and perhaps Mo had noticed it.

Later, Cang shot a stream of light into his body. The Mo tribe naturally cared about the stream of light. Without the restraint, the king would naturally come to him to find out what the stream of light was.

Yang Kai's divine thoughts surged, and he looked around. He saw that the ninth rank was fighting desperately with the king's masters. He saw that the eighth rank were fighting against the Mo tribe's domain masters. The warships were beaten to pieces. The fifth rank sixth rank on the warship were running in a hurry, and the seventh rank outside the warship was covered in blood.

The aura of the ink-colored giant god seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. The cut-off lower body was constantly absorbing the power of ink that was dissipated on the battlefield, and there were signs of recondensation.

He suddenly let out a long breath, gave up the idea of ​​asking for help from the ninth grade of the human race or other powerful people. He shook his spear and the sheep-headed king rushed to kill him.

A trace of teasing and disdain flashed in the eyes of the Sheep Head King, but the movements in his hands were unambiguous. He raised his hand and slapped Yang Kai. His calm posture seemed to be about to slap a mosquito to death.

With his king's lord, it doesn't take too much trouble to deal with a seventh grade. Although he failed to succeed twice before, he also severely injured the other party.

He was confident that this attack would kill the opponent.

Suddenly, the light shone in front of me, and the dazzling and pure white light suddenly expanded, dispelling the power of ink nearby and covering the king.

The Sheep Head King was furious.

He had long seen the blooming of the purified light on the battlefield, and knew that this thing was the nemesis of the power of ink, but he was also the king of the king. Although this purified light could cause some damage to him, it was not enough to be fatal.

Therefore, after detecting Yang Kai's intention, he not only did not dodge, but his big hand directly penetrated into the purification light.

Yang Kai's figure intersected with it, and a stream of ink blood flew out of the cheeks of the Sheep-Head King Lord. He suddenly turned his head and saw Yang Kai dragging his remaining body and running around.

He did not hesitate and quickly chased after him.

Yang Kai vomited blood in his mouth, feeling that he had never suffered such a serious injury. After being hit by the Sheep-Head King, most of his bones were broken, and his internal organs were even more chaotic. If it weren't for the strong dragon vein, he would have died at this moment.

In the nearby battlefield, a ninth-rank human race saw Yang Kai's embarrassment and came with a willing help. However, his opponent launched a storm-like attack, dragging him tightly. The ninth-rank could only watch Yang Kai run away in a panic.

Running along the way, several human ninth ranks had the idea of ​​helping each other, but under the fierce attack of the Mo Clan kings, it was difficult to achieve anything.

Yang Kai didn't expect the ninth-grade people to help. Before observing the battlefield, he had an insight into the situation of the battle. If he really led the king behind him to the battle circle of any ancestor, that ancestor would also be at risk of his death.

It is not a fun thing to fight against one in the same realm.

It is even more impossible to count on the eighth grade. The eighth grade may not last long.

So he can only save himself!

Yang Kai didn't know whether he could escape the pursuit of a powerful king. He only knew that the battlefield was showing malice to the human army bit by bit, and he could no longer cause trouble to the senior management.
Chapter completed!