V1.Chapter 1587

The corpse soul world decided to attack here. This time, it was not just the attack of the elite of the 13th team of the court guard and the masked legion, but the two teams led most of the death gods in the corpse soul world respectively. Tongren and Yamamoto stood in the front. They looked at the deserted corpse soul world and lamented that it was difficult to calm down.

Ruiqiao Yifeng patted his shoulder comfortingly behind Tong Ren. Tong Ren slowly put away his difficult mood. Yamamoto turned his head and floated in the air. The God of death behind him knew Yamamoto's name and looked at him for a long time.

Yamamoto didn't speak. He just waited quietly for the people to calm down. All the gods of death had received formal training. He calmed down automatically without Yamamoto's emphasis.

Yamamoto nodded with satisfaction and said solemnly: "You are the elites of the corpse soul world, and you all know what this war means to the corpse soul world. This trip is dangerous and unpredictable, but for our family and our home, we can't give up or retreat. This is the pride of our God of death. This war has won, and the three worlds have been stable since then. If this war is lost, it's hard to find our family."

Yamamoto's words made the originally depressed crowd more silent. Yamamoto observed the look of the crowd below for a moment and shouted: "now, you are going to save the corpse soul world with me, Yamamoto Yuanliu Chongguo. Now if you want to quit, you can quit. I never insist, because I can't guarantee your life for the rest." Yamamoto's words condensed and the sound line increased sharply.

"However, you are the heroes of the corpse soul world. You and I have changed the history of the corpse soul world. You and I have guarded the lives of the people you love. Now I ask, who wants to quit? Stand up."

All the gods of death stood neat, and the soul chopping knife in their hands was tightly held in their hands. Although they looked different and uneven, no one stood up and chose to shrink back, and their eyes burst out with perseverance that was difficult to wash.

Yamamoto smiled with satisfaction and shouted, "well, well, well, it's worthy of being the talent trained by my corpse soul world. It didn't disappoint me. Now you're going to kill those enemies who want to invade our home together with me. From now on, we'll stay together and share life and death."

"Never give up, live or die together." the roar broke through the sky and spread to the sky. The world was witnessing exciting pictures.

A group of people rushed to the empty circle. The zero team in the corpse soul world could not bear the excitement in their hearts. Looking at the dark clouds eroding the sky, they prayed slowly in their hearts: "bless the corpse soul world."

According to the news of Shiren, youhabach can't be disturbed when he falls asleep. Moreover, due to the previous battle between youhabach and Yamamoto, he has damaged his mental strength and is recovering. Now is a good time to attack.

Tongren and others are hidden in the night. The open plain is shining under the moonlight. Tongren looks at the surrounding situation nervously. There is no movement in the open plain, but it seems a little desolate.

Tong people watched every move around and reminded people around them to be careful not to make too much noise. Ruiqiao Yifeng asked nervously, "Tong people, why is there no one?"

Tong's heart was also very nervous. He whispered comfortingly, "now maybe youhabach has entered a state of rest. The exterminator dare not make a sound."

Yamamoto dignified his face and whispered, "the surrounding situation seems wrong. Pay attention to vigilance."

Before Tongren and others could answer, the light of color flickered around. The red monkey tried to watch the movement of the light spot. Before he could see it clearly, Tongren saw the light clearly under the operation of Indra's eyes.

Tongren shouted anxiously, "Damn it, they have already found us. It's a trap for the virtual eyes to move." the death Legion behind suddenly fell into panic and looked nervously at the rapidly moving virtual.

Yamamoto quickly shouted, "no, don't panic. Take a good formation. Now youhabach is still sleeping. If we defeat them, we can win."

Tongren took the lead in getting lucky with the soul chopping knife. Because of the operation of Indra's eye, the darkness turned a blind eye to him. With the "brush" knife, the air made a ringing sound, and pierced the empty air that was about to attack the red monkey.

"Ah." the huge body hissed, the white mask suddenly broke, the body turned into fragments and disappeared into the air. Tongren's knife seemed to blow the horn of war and attack continuously.

Many gods of death could not see the huge figure of the virtual because of the darkness, and were constantly suppressed. Even some weaker gods of death could not carry the virtual blow at all. With the passage of blood and the roar of despair, one God of death fell ruthlessly to the ground.

Seeing this situation, Yamamoto said impatiently, "no, if it goes on like this, it will not be able to resist the first wave of attack." Yamamoto fought around the empty again and again, trying to think of a way.

Tongren shouted in the air, "Lord Yamamoto, no, it's too dark here. Many gods of death can't judge the position. If only this place could be illuminated."

Hearing Tongren's words, Yamamoto murmured, "light up? Light up! Yes, I thought of it." Yamamoto would force another virtual mask and say excitedly.

"Come on, now all the gods of death stand on the sky, come on." although they didn't understand Yamamoto's intention, they all obeyed Yamamoto's words. Yamamoto waited until they all stepped into the void and sang continuously in the innermost part. Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes and burst into: "hot prison." ten pillars of fire immediately appeared around.

The original dark circle immediately appeared a red flame, illuminating the whole sky, and immediately burst out a charred smell, "ah ah ah." roared with a mixture of charred ZLA sound, echoing in the open plain.

Soon, there were only a few virtual soldiers in groups. The God of death looked at Yamamoto with admiration and fought the whole virtual army with his own strength.

The red flame slowly disappeared. Yamamoto stood panting in the air, and his hand holding the soul chopping knife trembled constantly because of the overspending of spiritual power.

The gods of death looked at Yamamoto's figure. The white beard kept floating. The gods of death shouted in unison in the air: "Lord Yamamoto, Lord Yamamoto."

Tongren also looked at Yamamoto with a smile on his face. Yamamoto turned around, waved his hand while the light was not completely extinguished, motioned the people to keep quiet and pointed to the place of the virtual night palace. The gods of death suddenly stopped their voice, looked at the direction of the virtual night palace with a guilty heart, hurried behind Yamamoto and continued to march towards the virtual circle