Chapter 3200： Ice Garden

The battle between the two sides became fierce, and the ice field environment became more and more sinister.

The primitive gods are in a difficult situation, because the false **** monks are so fierce that they will never stop if they don't kill him.

Apart from these pseudo-god monks, there are other hidden dangers, which also make the original gods inspired to worry.

Bright guns are easy to hide, but hidden arrows are hard to guard.

It turned out that not far from the battlefield, there was a **** hiding and watching, watching the war.

Primitive gods have no allies, and hidden gods are naturally enemies and not friends, and should belong to the same camp as the false **** monks.

Their ultimate goal is to kill themselves!

"Too much bullying!"

Realizing this, the original **** was furious, and kept roaring.

To be the target of being hunted is a shame in itself, which means that the enemy believes that he is weak and weak.

If it is a truly powerful primitive god, how dare these pseudo-god monks avoid them?

The killing intent of the primitive gods had reached their limit, and it was bound to kill these pseudo-god monks.

Including the leader of the gods, we must kill them together!

It's just that this anger and hatred was quickly wiped out, and the original **** was really not the opponent of the false **** monk.

"Roar, die for me!"

After suffering another heavy blow, the primitive **** fell into a state of madness, and his body like a mountain collapsed.

But this is not death, but a change of attack form.

"Be careful!"

A false **** cultivator loudly reminded him, and in a flash, he saw countless ice cones popping up on the ground, all within a radius.

These ice cones were so sharp that they soon flew off the ground, flying freely in the cold wind.

The pseudo-god monks defended one after another while maintaining the stability of the formation, launching attacks one after another.

The transformed primitive gods became more difficult to entangle, making the false **** monks more vigilant.

However, looking at their appearance, it was obvious that they had been prepared for a long time, so they did not panic at all.

People who can cultivate to the realm of pseudo-gods are all geniuses, and their xinxing training is naturally not low.

Facing such an attack, the false **** monks were also prepared.

Countless runes flew all over the sky, clinging to the ice cones, and bursting into powder in a sudden.

Smashing the attacks of the original gods is also a countermeasure, causing him to suffer successive heavy losses.

The dazzling attack didn't last long, when a roar came, suddenly a huge face appeared on the ground.

The huge face opened his mouth and sucked several false **** monks into his mouth. The huge body was about to crawl out from under the ice sheet.

Seeing that the previous methods did not work, the original **** reunited his body and prepared to attack again.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the peeping spirit suddenly appeared and stretched out his hand to face the void.

The huge spear burning with flames appeared in the hands of this **** and threw it down fiercely.

"Go to hell!"

Upon seeing this, the primitive **** let out a roar, and a huge and heavy ice shield condensed in front of him.

"Attack together!"

The false **** cultivators shot at the same time, and their fierce spells continued to blast out, falling on the ice shield one after another.

The flame spear came in an instant, freezing through the huge ice shield, and piercing the forehead of the original god.

"Roar!"

The primordial **** roared, and the translucent head seemed to burn, and it shattered suddenly.

"Continue to attack!"

The **** who threw the flame spear gave an order to the false **** monks, and at the same time stretched out his hand again.

In the sky behind him, a huge circle appeared, with magical runes arranged in it.

With the control of the mind, various runes swiftly revolved, and masses of flames gathered rapidly.

With the attacks of the false **** monks, these flames transformed from the origin of the gods smashed down one after another.

The huge body of the primitive **** was beaten into holes, and it looked miserable.

The attacks of the pseudo-god monks became more and more sharp, and it could be said that it was overwhelming, and the primitive gods could not fight against it.

However, within a short period of time, the original **** suffered heavy injuries and his body became torn apart.

Such a terrifying blow made the primitive **** realize that he could not be an opponent at all.

Giving up one's own territory and escaping from this area is obviously the best choice.

If you continue to hesitate, it is likely to fall here.

The original **** made up his mind, the huge body suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless cold air and turning to the ground.

"Want to run, dream!"

The **** snorted and immediately used countermeasures.

For dozens of miles around the battlefield, a wall of fire has continuously risen, covering the ice sheet.

"God's chain!"

The speed of the false **** monk was as fast as lightning, and he kept hitting chains and shot into the deepest part of the ice sheet.

"Get up!"

As the false **** monk growled, these chains were immediately tightened, as if to overturn the earth directly.

Cracks broke out in the ice sheet, and the disintegrated primordial gods unexpectedly gathered together again.

It just looks miserable and unusual, it seems that the body was torn apart by the car, and then re-spliced ​​together.

There is a chain penetrating through each body, and there is nowhere to escape.

"let me go!"

The primitive **** roared, but weakened.

Suffering severe injuries continuously, the primitive **** had a foreboding that he was really going to fall here.

This roar was full of despair.

"Go to death obediently!"

Seeing this, the supervising gods knew that the time had come, and slammed them at the remains of the original gods.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the cold was flying in the sky.

Without seeing clearly, the original **** disintegrated into fragments, and the body completely turned into cold air and dissipated.

Primitive gods are generated by rules, integrated with the world, and more like guardian gods.

After falling, the corpse immediately disintegrated and returned to nature, and the enemy couldn't get the slightest.

When the cold air dissipated, the original gods had completely disappeared, and there was no trace left in the world.

There was only one godhead left, which was successfully captured by this **** and held firmly in his hand.

"Search the lair of the original gods, look for the crystals of rules, and then immediately evacuate here!"

The **** gave an order and looked at the godhead in his hand, showing a smug smile.

Although there was a loss in this battle, it was fortunate that he successfully slayed the primitive gods and gained an extremely precious godhead.

As long as you do a good job, you can reappear new gods in the Divine Court to which you belong.

If this situation continues, perhaps within a few thousand years, the strength of the gods will become stronger and stronger.

Just how this godhead should be distributed is also a headache.

After all, this opportunity to become a god, everyone wants to get, such as these more than a hundred pseudo-god monks.

They risked their lives to participate in this war of hunting gods, just to get a chance to become gods.

The pseudo-god monks who died in battle are more disadvantaged. Although there are secret methods that can be resurrected, they are destined to be unable to miss this distribution.

When I was thinking about it in secret, I suddenly felt that someone was watching him.

"how is this possible?"

This shock was not trivial, the **** quickly put away the godhead, and at the same time assumed a fighting posture.

A huge rune circle appeared behind him once again, and the condensed fire ball of God's origin flew up and down.

It only takes a single thought to launch an attack and cause severe damage to the enemy.

Looking ahead at this time, I saw a figure wearing a purple armor, floating in the air without any cover.

"Human monk?"

The expression of this **** was uncertain, staring at Tang Zhen fiercely, guessing what he wanted to do?

If you can conceal your own perception, your strength is definitely stronger than yourself. If you really want to snatch, you may not be your opponent.

If you are coveting this godhead, you will definitely not be so blatant, and more than one opportunity has been seized before?

These thoughts flashed in his mind, and the **** immediately became calmer and decided to figure out Tang Zhen's origin and purpose first.

"I am the guardian of the Ice God Court, what advice do you have?"

Tang Zhen smiled slightly and clasped his fists towards the opponent.

"Father of Loucheng, Tang Zhen, came here only to ask for directions."