Ancient fairy doctors in the city

Hun Wudi and the others also knew this situation, so they seized all the time to recover.

Half an hour passed.

A quarter of an hour passed.

At this moment, Piao Miao suddenly said, "I can hold on for 3 minutes."

When everyone heard this, their faces changed involuntarily.

"Piao Miao, our strength has recovered a bit. In the last minute, you forcibly opened a passage. Let's work together to see if we can escape." Hun Wudi said in a deep voice.

"Everyone, don't hold anything back later." The God Emperor of the Hongmeng Tribe said solemnly, "This is our only chance to escape."

"I have to work hard." The Emperor of the Machine Race said seriously.

When the time came to 2 minutes, Piao Miao called everyone to get ready.

Click!

A space passage was forcibly opened up, and the moment everyone stepped into the space passage, those dark races attacked frantically.

The space channel suddenly became turbulent, even if Piao Miao supported it with all her strength, blood still overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

At the critical moment, three martial spirits appeared above Hun Wudi's head. The three martial spirits were like three rounds of scorching suns, shining brightly in midair.

The three major martial spirits are all at the half-step taboo level, and each of them is ranked high.

The god emperor of the Hongmeng tribe used the power of the grandmist, which can be said to be indestructible and invincible, and he forcibly penetrated the front of the space passage.

Zejin, the god emperor of the machine race

Xing Xing tried his best to block it, and its body exuded a metallic aura.

After they escaped from the encirclement of hundreds of dark tribes, they ran away like crazy.

Their cultivation hadn't recovered much, and it turned out that they were almost exhausted just now, and they were unable to continue fighting.

As a result, they suddenly felt a natural barrier while running.

"Array."

"Who set up the formation here?"

"not good."

One of their hearts sank when they saw the Dark Race pouring out from all around.

dark race.

Who would have thought that the Dark Race guys would also arrange formations?

"Everyone, prepare to fight to the death." Hun Wudi smiled wryly.

He realized that it was difficult not to die at this time.

It didn't take long for three god emperors to fall, and half an hour later, even Soul Wudi also fell.

Fortunately, it is difficult for them to be completely killed, so they continue to fight after being resurrected.

The problem is that they are in a formation, and the dark race keeps coming.

Soon there were more than 800 dark people surrounding them.

"This is the end of the calf." The emperor of the machine clan said with a wry smile.

"We will be slowly consumed by these guys." Piao Miao's face was full of despair.

In any case, she never thought that the six of them would join forces and fall here?

At this moment, they saw seven figures appearing nearby, and these seven figures were led by Ji Zi

Master of the Forbidden Path.

"Jizi, help." The God Emperor of the Hongmeng tribe shouted at Jizi.

Ji Zi took a look and beckoned everyone to leave quickly.

save them?

Are you kidding me?

Don't you see that they are in danger?

Are there more than 200 dark tribe soldiers behind them?

Everyone watched Ji Zi and the others leave, feeling very disappointed.

Not long after, Soul Invincible and the others were beheaded again.

God Emperors can indeed be resurrected, but resurrection has a price, which will consume their own origin.

Consumption of the source means that there is no hope of advancing, and once the source is exhausted, it will truly fall by then.

And when Hun Wudi and others fell five times in succession, their hearts were full of panic.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

It was Zhao Yang.

Their eyes suddenly lit up.

"Zhao Yang." Piao Miao shouted towards Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang looked at the more than 800 dark people surrounding them, and his face changed slightly.

When they saw that Zhao Yang didn't rush to help immediately, they faintly realized something.

"How can Zhao Yang dare to help when he is alone?"

"If it were me, wouldn't you be alone in danger?"

"Zhao Yang won't save us."

Just as they were talking in low voices, Zhao Yang suddenly rushed towards them like a heavenly peng.

the same

The eight gods in the time meridians also appeared at the same time.

boom!

When he was about to rush in front of those dark races, Zhao Yang used a mental storm, and the domineering mental power penetrated into the minds of those dark races in an instant.

This wave of mental storm directly killed 24 Anzu, seriously injured 36 Anzu, and hundreds of them were traumatized to varying degrees.

The remaining Dark Race was enraged.

They rushed towards Zhao Yang frantically.

boom!

Zhao Yang's second wave of mental attacks arrived again.

The sixteen Anzus who were closest to him evaporated directly, and 34 Anzus lost their fighting power. They lay on the ground and howled in pain.

Zhao Yang did not use the third wave of mental storm, but summoned the Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace to attack.

Hun Wudi and the others also knew that this was an improbable opportunity, so they frantically attacked the formation.

"Just stick to it." Zhao Yang said at this time, "These dark people are difficult to wipe out and kill. I can't kill them all at once."

"Your spiritual power can severely damage the existence of the forbidden realm, why do I think it is not very powerful here?" Piao Miao asked in a deep voice.

It stands to reason that no matter how many of these dark races there are, it is useless.

"My spiritual power has been greatly suppressed here." Zhao Yang replied, "In fact, I can't even exert one-tenth of my power."

Ten!

Twenty!

Thirty!

After Zhao Yang and the clone had killed 140 statues, they had to leave.

Of course, this does not include the forty dark races that were killed in the previous two waves of mental storms.

"Kill." Zhao Yang used the third wave of mental storm again.

The spiritual storm directly beheaded the seventeen Anklans in front, and severely wounded the twenty-four Anklans. Zhao Yang made a bloody path and left this place.

"It's really domineering and terrifying." Hun Wudi said with emotion, "He killed 210 seven dark people."

"The problem is that this guy hasn't reached his limit yet." The God Emperor of the Machine Clan sighed softly.

"The gap between us is really too big." The God Emperor of the Hongmeng Tribe had thought about competing with Zhao Yang before, but he gave up this idea after seeing Zhao Yang's fighting power.

Two hours later, Zhao Yang's figure appeared here again.

He left gracefully after beheading more than 200 Anzu.

"How to do?"

"That guy's stature is superb, we can't catch up at all."

"Are we here waiting for him to kill?"

"We killed the six god emperors before he came."

"There are two god emperors who are very weak, kill them first."

After discussing with each other, the masters of the dark race crazily shot at Hun Wudi and the others.

Every time Hun Wudi and others are revived, their strength will decrease, because they need to consume their original source every time they are resurrected. Is it strange that the source of consumption does not decrease in combat power?

(End of this chapter)