Beastmaster of the Ages - Chapter 1816

[Chapter 1816 Strangulation]

In addition to the Xuanyou blood poison, the black mist condensed within the enchantment, and a pitch-black rainstorm began to fall!

The torrential rain pulled the entire battlefield into the rain curtain, and with the thick smoke gushing from the ground, it was even more invisible.

This rainstorm is ‘Rainy Water Poison’!

It is everywhere, and under the torrential rain, there is nowhere to hide.

In this raging virulent fog enchantment, only those who have taken the specific ‘Fu Shen Pill’ of the Fushen tribe can only be affected to a minimum extent, and the invaders, without exception, have to be poisoned by the poisonous fog. and poisonous rain.

In addition to all kinds of highly poisonous, the nine secluded mist that permeates the entire barrier will also affect the soul, causing confusion!

Puff puff!

The first wave of War God race beastmasters and their companion beasts who rushed into the barrier can be said to bear the brunt, but those who are not well prepared or have low strength, after being infected by the poisonous mist and ravaged by the poisonous rain, on their golden bodies. , it is easy to see that its bloodline has become dark.

This means that the blood of his whole body has been infected by Xuanyou blood poison, and he vomited blood and died!

Rain You Water Poison is even more terrifying, whether it falls on the arm or the eyes, it corrodes directly, burning blood holes one by one.

In this first wave of invasion, a large number of God of War smashed down from the sky with screams and fell to the ground. They were directly eaten by the poisonous insects all over the ground on the spot, and there was not a single bone left.

Of course, after fighting with the gods for so long, the gods of war had expected all of this.

There are also a large number of them, all of which seal themselves with the armor of the order of the gods, so that they can last longer.

“kill–!!”

The thunderous rushing sound began to cover up the flute sound of Fushengong Yi.

The Fushen Valley, which had not even been shaken by the Sun God Palace, was shaking at the moment, which meant that the ground battlefield ahead had really started.

Boom!

For a time, there were countless screams, flesh and blood flying, magical powers whistling, the light pierced the darkness, but was immediately engulfed by an even greater darkness.

The whole world fell into blood, minced meat, screams and roars, and the world turned into hell.

At this moment, Fushengong Yi killed at the forefront!

His eyes were bloody, and he kept blowing the flute in his mouth. All Fushen tribes had such flutes in their mouths. They played the flute sharply to spread the orders of Fushengong Yi.

The flute that resounded through Fushen Valley became more and more sharp, and it was matched with countless insects, poison and darkness, which made the scalp tingle.

sizzle!

The sound of the flute is the spirit of the gods. In their will, as long as the sound of the flute does not stop, no one is allowed to escape.

The sound of the flute is still there, which means that the gods will never perish.

sizzle!

The dark battlefield is the one that makes the invaders feel the most uncertain.

All of these 60 million people have entered the barrier, and it seems that there is no storm.

Li Tianming is also at the forefront.

He could see clearly how brutal the collision of 60 million and 50 million was this time.

To be honest, the scale of this battle has completely surpassed Wanlong Shenshan!

After all, on the Wanlong Sacred Mountain, only the 30 million Nine Dragons Imperial Army was the main force in the battle of Wanlong.

Here, it is more ferocious, more tragic, more ferocious, and more brutal than Wanlong Shenshan!

Between the Fushen Clan and the Ares Clan, two clans with different beliefs, in this fateful battlefield, one invaded as a lackey, and the other vowed to defend it, killing red eyes on the spot.

“It doesn’t matter if I die, kill a lackey first!”

“This group of long wine sacks and rice sacks have been suppressed by our gods for so long. Except for the rise of lackeys, what kind of dog are they?”

Sixty million versus fifty million!

However, behind the 50 million, there are more than 300 million high gods, as well as the Jiuyou Fushen Formation, and the most familiar terrain of the Fushen tribe.

After being bombarded by the Sun God Palace for so long, everyone was extremely angry.

Now is the time for the survival of the Jedi, and the Fushen Clan and the Nine Dragons Imperial Army directly brought the overall rhythm.

They used the model of five people in a group, with the gods as the captain, to avoid the head-on charge with the gods of war, but to avoid their edge and drag the other party into the poisonous quagmire.

In places such as deep ravines, mountainsides, swamps, etc., fight to the death with the opponent!

This is the established strategy that Fushengong Yi and Li Tianming specified from the very beginning.

dispersion!

Lure the enemy!

Strangulation!

Not to mention, the 60 million opponents who rushed in bravely with just one brain, instantly seemed to fall into the abyss, rushing deeper and deeper, directly like falling into the quagmire.

In front of them, there are many Fushen clan with blood-red eyes and amazing combat effectiveness!

They are like evil spirits in swamps and dark abyss, holding weapons in the shape of scythes and machetes, and relying on the cover of poisonous mist and poisonous water, and shielding their sight, they abruptly smashed the heads of many gods of war and spiritual practitioners. Cut it down.

“I didn’t expect that the factor of the venue could give full play to the advantage of the God Fuzu to 150%!”

Li Tianming was fortunate that he trusted Fushengong Yi and asked him to arrange the battle mode.

These gods, to be honest, are really insidious in their bones.

They can endure, they are ruthless, and they go on swearing, killing one by one without blinking an eye.

If such a person becomes an opponent, it will undoubtedly be terrifying.

But the point is, they are teammates!

It’s comfortable.

Although the burial army of the emperor had 40 million people, the number far exceeded that of the Protoss Clan, but they followed Li Tianming’s instructions to cooperate with the Protoss Clan and listen to their dispatch.

If people say how to fight, then how to fight.

“A ruthless and vicious clan, but refuses to surrender, chooses to fight to the death with a strong enemy, and has no fear of the orderly clan. Another tall, bright, self-proclaimed god of war, with incomparable arrogance, but willing to kneel and lick as a lackey… …”

“It’s really hard to say what is good and evil in the world. If it was you, would you like to be friends with the short, dirty, but sinister Fushen Clan, or would you like to have a deep friendship with the War God Clan?”

The answer speaks for itself.

“Brothers, listen to me and withdraw this way.”

“Fuck! Dude, stab him! Behead! Behead!”

“Fuck him, this blood is stinky, haha…”

Riots and turbulent fights appeared in every corner of the Jiuyou Fushen Barrier.

This battle has completely fallen into the strangulation stage.

Under the impact of the Fushen Clan, the formation of the 60 million shrine army had already been broken up, and the situation was directly moving in a direction that was beneficial to the Fushen Clan.

Even Li Tianming himself underestimated the ferocity and tenacity of the God Fuzu.

These guys, who were hidden in the mountains and used to the yin people, directly played a convincing advantage on their territory, and played the other side like a fool.

After all, the battle field does matter.

If it were on the wasteland, the tens of millions of gods would not be able to exert this effect at all.

The battle situation is completely reversed.

The God of War does have an impact, but no matter how fierce the war horse is, it will break its leg if it rushes into the swamp.

As soon as the horse’s leg is broken, a group of poisonous insects bites directly!

sizzle!

The high-pitched flute sound is still harsh, meaning that the Protoss still dominates the battlefield, and the more they fight, the more fierce they are.

For the shrine army, everything they encountered in less than 100 breaths was a nightmare.

Although it is said that the situation is not one-sided, if they are killed like this, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties!

For the time being, the God of War and all the practitioners of consciousness can only use their supernatural powers and spiritual knowledge to directly disperse the surrounding mysterious blood poison and rain and water poison, and smash those quagmire and strange mountains into pieces, making the scene more open.

After that, they gathered together back to back, so as to avoid being dragged into the quagmire abyss by the gods!

Boom boom boom!

The light of supernatural powers and knowledge of God shines on this dark battlefield.

Of course, in terms of supernatural powers, Wanzong’s side is stronger, and if they are bombed with supernatural powers, the Emperor Burial Army is not afraid at all.

Boom!

Boom!

The flesh continues to splatter!

The fight was brutal!

Human heads, broken arms, and the piled-up corpses of accompanying beasts were everywhere.

Because of the existence of Xuanyou blood poison, there is no more scarlet blood on the battlefield, all the blood has been dyed green, and in the Jiuyou Fushen enchantment, it converges into a green lake.

This kind of lake itself is highly poisonous, and Xuanyou blood poison continues to spread in this way, infecting those enemies who are not protected by Fu Shendan.

On the entire battlefield, everyone in the shrine army was somewhat poisoned.

This shows that the further back they are, the worse they will die!

The entire Jiuyou Fushen enchantment is particularly powerful to ordinary powerhouses. It will infinitely magnify the advantages of the Fushen clan and turn this place into a bloody and poisonous battlefield, making the blood and broken corpses all over the place. Poisonous petri dish.

Witnessing all this, Li Tianming’s heart thumped.

“Fortunately, it’s not the Fushen Clan that opposes Wanzong.”

The toughness of this clan is indeed outrageous.

They are so vicious!

So far, Li Tianming has never seen any fear on the road of the gods.

These thin, dark guys are tough characters.

Although both sides suffered losses, the current situation has undoubtedly made Wanzong a lot easier.

but! !

At this time, don’t forget Emperor Zun and Sun God Palace.

At this moment, the emperor in charge of the Sun God Palace is their greatest threat.

At the moment when the Fushen Clan and the Emperor Burial Army were strangling the shrine army in the enchantment, the golden head above the sky shone again!

hum-

The ‘Wrath of the Shrine’ once a hundred breaths pierces the darkness once again!

The burning golden pillar of fire descended from the sky and crashed directly above the enchantment of Jiuyou Fushen.

Golden anger, shining in the sky!

Of course, the emperor had explained that the position he was going to attack should never be reached by the shrine army.

At that position, below is the core of the gods, and the gods who support the enchantment of more than 300 million are here.

Boom!

Another deadly shrine rage!

This time, perhaps the most deadly!

At this moment, the flute sound in the entire Fushen Valley instantly increased several times!

“All attention! All attention!”

The sharp voice symbolized the fighting will of the gods. Under the rays of the sun, they gritted their teeth and used all their strength to transfer the defense of the Nine Nether Gods Barrier directly above, forming a solid dark steel , before the wrath of the shrine!