"Scum?" A low and powerful voice came from another direction in the forest: "A stubborn, stubborn and conservative old guy, as long as he can kill the enemy, no matter any means, we only look at the final effect, but never consider whether the means are brilliant!"

A subtle sound of metal impact came, and more than 200 tall and burly soldiers, led by a burly and strong man nearly two feet tall, carried a large knife, heavy axe and other heavy weapons, and made great strides from the mountains and forests.

The burly man shook the heavy mace in his hand, pointed to the sharp black cone on the mace and sneered: "Our weapons are all highly toxic. The poison made of venomous poisonous insects, poisonous snakes, and poisonous beasts are mixed with venomous poisonous insects, poisonous snakes, and poisonous beasts. They will die if they touch, and if they are stained!"

The big man pointed at the King of War and sneered: "You say we are scum? Then, do you dare to fight alone with me?"

King Zhan gritted his teeth and stared at the man with a cold expression: "Report your name! You are so powerful, but I have never seen you in the God of War Mountain!"

Suddenly, the King of War seemed to have thought of something, and he glared at the man: "You are not the people of the land of God's blessing, you... are..."

The man slowly raised the mace in his hand. He stared at the King of War and said coldly: "That's right, the king of War God Mountain, I am the War Spirit. We are from Tianlu. We are not you turtles who are breathing in the place of God's blessing. We are the ones who truly remember the glory of our ancestors and are working hard to restore the glory of our ancestors!"

"Shen Palace!" King Zhan gritted his teeth and sneered: "I should have thought of the descendants of Thunder God, the descendants of Night God, and the descendants of War God who defile the glory of the ancestor god and temper the poison on weapons. Only the madman from the Shen Palace would do this!"

Someone came out of the mountains and forests again, dozens of thin descendants of the Night God who were holding the daggers in both hands.

The way these night gods walk is very strange. The sun shines brightly on the head, and they always appear in the shadow of the giant trees. Their figures are blurry, like swaying shadows, which makes people difficult to see clearly.

In another direction in the mountains, more than a hundred big men with red skin came out. The big men were circulating with heat around them, and there were faint flame patterns under their skin. They were clearly descendants of a group of Fire Gods. The leading man's hair turned red with his eyes, which clearly showed that he had reached a very high level of understanding of the power of flames.

A strong wind rose from the ground, and figures wrapped in strong winds ran out of the mountains and forests quickly.

These people brought about afterimages when they ran. Nearly a hundred people ran, but they were like thousands of troops, causing the mountains and forests in a radius of hundreds of acres to fluctuate and feel extremely loud.

The descendants of the Wind God! And they all activated the power of their bloodlines and could control the strong wind, especially the leading figure. His lower body had turned into a fuzzy whirlwind, and the strong wind around him had condensed into almost substance.

The King of War shook the war hammer in his hand, and his face gradually became serious. He looked at the more and more enemies around him and gritted his teeth and said, "You actually have so many people, so many madmen from the God of God have sneaked into the territory of War God of War! Do you want to start a war with War God of War?"

Zhan Ling shook the mace in his hand and forced him to the King of War step by step. He laughed loudly and said, "So what if you war starts? Do you turtles dare to leave the place of God's blessing and run to Tianlu to find trouble for us?"

Zhan Ling said sarcastically: "You dare not! You only know how to survive with the power of the God-Blessed Land, slowly rotting here, slowly forgetting the ancient past and the glory of the ancestors. You are a group of ignorant old wastes. Sooner or later, you will be swept away by us, and we will use the blood of evil spirits to recast the glory of our ancestors."

The mace brought up a black rush and hit the King of War.

The King of War swung the war hammer with both hands and hit the mace heavily.

With a loud bang, there was no strong wind leaking out. The King of War and the Spirit of War had already reached the extreme control of their own power. All the power was raised on the enemy in ten thousand, without wasting any waste.

The war king raised his body, and the ground under his feet was thunderous. Dozens of towering trees nearby swayed at the same time, and then collapsed with a huge burst sound.

Zhan Ling turned pale, his arms raised muscles, and with a "click" sound, the skin of his arms cracked, and a large amount of blood spilled out. His body shook, and his thighs suddenly bulged. He wanted to stabilize his body, but in the end he had to take more than ten steps back, and then he squirted out a mouthful of blood.

King Zhan looked at Zhan Ling and shook his head gently: "Doll, I am indeed an old guy who has lived for more than two thousand years. Compared with an old guy like me, you are too young! You owe too much power, combat skills, will to fight, and enthusiasm for combat, you owe too much!"

"The true essence of the power of the God of War is fearlessness, unyielding, and daring to crush all enemies with pure violence! When you first temper poison on your weapons, you have no hope of mastering the power of the God of War!" The King of War sneered and said disdainfully: "The root of the power of the God of War is a heart that belongs to a real warrior!"

A fire gushed out from the slanting thorn, turning into a fire dragon and sweeping towards the King of War.

Another rush swept across, roaring towards the King of War.

More than a dozen daggers flashed through the air strangely, and the poisonous dagger thrust silently at the vital points of the War King.

The leaders of these gods who came out of the mountains and forests launched a surprise attack against the King of War almost at the same time. Even the War Spirit, who was hit by the King of War, regressed repeatedly and injured his arms, rushed up with a low voice and roar.

Chu Tian held the Qingjiao Sword and was about to go up to help him, the King of War suddenly took a deep breath, and then roared to the sky.

A loud bang shook the mountains, and a terrifying sound explosion erupted from the King of War. The void shook, and the earth cracked a series of terrible cracks with hundreds of feet long. The flames and strong winds were almost touching the King of War's skin and shattered at the same time. The Zhan Ling, who rushed up with a mace, even hissed and terrified. He threw down the mace with both hands, covered his blood-squirting ears and retreated backwards.

"A little shameless!" Chu Tian laughed, and he grabbed an egg-sized thunder bead and shook his hand at Zhan Ling.

The blue-purple thunder beads hit Zhan Ling's chest hard. A loud bang came, and a terrifying ball of lightning burst out. Thunder covered the mountains and forests in a radius of dozens of feet. Zhan Ling's body was blown to pieces. Strong thunder and lightning were passing wildly in his body, causing him to scream and cry.

"I'm embarrassed, how can the descendants of the God of War cry?" King Zhan stood on the war hammer with his hands and said calmly: "If you are my son, if you dare to cry in front of me, I will directly break your legs!"
Chapter completed!