Entering the battlefield is better, it can create more Yin people, and attract enemy firepower, resulting in chaos in the enemy's position.

Of course, this has to be based on the strength of the enemy, and the number does not crush you.

Yang Dai's Yin group is growing, and as more casualties are increasing, the growth rate is still increasing.

Hundreds of thousands!

Fifty thousand!

Two hundred thousand!

Three hundred thousand!

Five hundred thousand!

After a brief shock, the newly summoned Yin people of heaven and man went to the battlefield and fought with their former compatriots, which made them feel complicated, but Yin people had extremely high execution ability, so they did not show mercy.

Their appearance caused the morale of the Heavenly Clan to plummet and fear began to spread.

"What's going on? How did they resurrect?"

"It is the God-selected One of the Humans on Earth!"

"Is it the one that the prophet predicted?"

"How can you fight this? The more enemies fight, the more you fight!"

"No, you have to kill the God of Earth first!"

People are very panicked, but there is no way out for racial elimination. They can only make themselves angry as much as possible and rush towards Yang Dai.

Chen Tianhai held a green jade sword in his hand, and the sword blade was crossing in front of him. A series of blue lights that looked like waves dispersed, breaking a close call to the summoning spirit.

boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from afar, attracting the attention of countless people.

I saw the gods rising up, and bright silver light burst out all over his body. Countless summoning spirits penetrated into his body, causing his momentum to grow rapidly.

These summoning spirits were all summoned by the gods waiting to participate in the war in the rear.

The number of celestial beings is also huge, with more than 100 million. More than half of celestial beings did not participate in the war. As for the human race on Earth, there are more people who did not participate in the war. It is not that they hide their hands, but that the battlefield spreads too much, and it is difficult to implement tactics.

"Is this a bit like my Yin God state?"

Yang Dai thought unhappily, and suddenly he thought of something.

Could this be the special feature of God’s Chosen?

The Sun God also has his own divine posture, which can greatly increase his combat power. If he had not traveled through time, the chosen one on Earth would have been the Sun God.

Yang Dai ordered Wei Lu to kill the god with all his strength.

Wei Lu roared angrily, and his aura surged, causing hundreds of celestial beings to fly around him.

The angry war clan, the more angry the stronger it is!

The god looked at Wei Lu in surprise, but he didn't expect that Wei Lu still retained his talent.

In an instant, he realized that Yang Dai's talent was extremely terrifying and even stronger than him.

He turned his head to look at Yang Dai in the distance, and his eyes showed jealousy: "Why are the lower human races more superior to the heavenly beings?"

The explosion of the gods also shocked many trialists, especially those with high talent levels.

Emperor Meng was covered in blood and energy, like a god of killing. He fought alone on a front line. He was stimulated by the god of heaven and he also ran away.

Killer Killer holds a handful of Gatlin and fires bullets. All of these bullets are attached to his spiritual power, and the lethality is far beyond the original power.

Huo Wangting covered his fractured right arm with his left hand. He gritted his teeth and murmured: "No, my strength shouldn't be like this!"

"He can summon so many Yin people, so I should summon more!"

A golden light emerged from Huo Wangting's feet. Looking closely, it was like a delicate formation, and mighty figures slowly rose up.

"The last general Wang Yanzhang is willing to go through fire and water for his lord!"

"My memory, Guo Jia is willing to serve the lord!"

"Greetings to the lord, the last general is named Lan Yu!"

"Pei Yuanqing!"

...

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Wei Lu and the gods were fighting wildly. Within a radius of fifty miles, no one dared to approach. The earth kept collapsing, and thunder clouds rolled in the sky, as if God was uneasy and roaring.

The god was shining with silver light all over his body, holding a light gun in his right hand and a light shield in his left hand. He seemed to be wearing silver armor, and his figure was far beyond his previous life. He was really like a god!

The evil spirit surged into the sky, and the terrifying blood spurted out from his mouth full of fangs. The big sword in his hand waved wildly, adding scars to the earth. Both sides were evenly matched, just like the ancient war, the immortals and gods fighting evil spirits, shocking the world, and from time to time it would affect the heavens and the people and the trialists fifty miles away.

They became the most spectacular opponents on the battlefield, and no force was qualified to intervene in them.

Wei Lu resisted the gods with the talent of the Angry War Clan, but the gods were still absorbing summoned spirits while fighting, and their strength was still increasing.

Yang Dai was also paying attention to this battle. It seemed that it would be difficult for fear to defeat the gods.

At this moment, Yang Dai had summoned millions of celestial and Yin people. While fighting, the celestial and Yin people copied the souls of their compatriots and turned them into their own summoning spirits, quickly forming a strong combat power, tearing a hole in the battlefield and protecting Yang Dai's soul-sucking.

As Yang Dai absorbed more and more souls and more Yin people killed more and more enemies, he obviously felt his luck growing rapidly.

He called out the luck ranking to view it.

[Real-time ranking of race elimination luck]

[First, Angry War Clan, Lucky Value, 25 Yuan]

[Second, Galaxy Clan, fortune value, 22 yuan]

[Third, Momo multivariate, fortune value, 20 yuan]

...

[Eighteenth, Earth human race, fortune value, 5 yuan]

[Nineteenth, Heavenly Clan, fortune value, 3 yuan]

Sure enough!

The fortune of a race can decline, one will rise and the other will fall.

The battle situation can be judged from the luck of the two tribes.

Yang Dai was full of passion and must have won the Heavenly Clan.

His eyes looked at Wei Lu, hesitating whether to use the Yin God state.

It shouldn't be used.

The heavenly clan will definitely be defeated. Even if the gods become extremely powerful, they will be beaten up!

Yang Dai immediately arranged five million Yin people in his heart to approach the battlefield of the gods and fearful gods. The leader of Murong Chang'an formed a formation to surround the radius of fifty miles.

The god noticed that a large number of Yin people were approaching, but he didn't care. He was constantly getting stronger, and there was no more powerful existence on the entire battlefield than him.

"Wait a little longer, I can dominate this battle!"

The eyes of the gods burst out with bright light and full of confidence.

The five million Yin people led by Murong Chang'an are all immortal cultivators in the deep realm, and the minimum cultivation level is also the Heart Spin Realm. They move very quickly and quickly surround a 50-mile radius centered on the gods.

The Yin people gathered their swords and raised them high.

"Form a formation!"

Murong Chang'an shouted, all the Yin people, like his moves, burst out spiritual power, connected side by side, soared into the sky, forming a white light curtain to connect the sky and the earth.

The Ten Directions of Pihuxing Formation!

form!

After the formation was formed, the summoning spirits flying from afar were blocked and could not be absorbed by the gods.

The god realized something was wrong and immediately turned around and wanted to break the formation, but Wei Lu did not let him go. Wei Lu raised his hand, and blood-red spiritual power burst out from his palm, turning into chains to entangle the god, making it impossible for the god to escape.
Chapter completed!