Chapter 559

"Is it?"

As soon as Zhang Ziling's voice fell, the monsters around him began to howl, and then quickly turned into a pool of blood and melted into the array.

In the sky, Miyamoto opened his eyes slightly and looked at Zhang Ziling, who was trapped in the array of Dharma. There was no mood fluctuation in his eyes.

"Sure enough, these low-level evil spirits have no effect on enemies of your level. In this case Let's go straight to the main show Finish saying, Miyamoto Zhixiong closed his eyes again, the wind devil cangchuan behind him erupted more and more powerful.

Zhang Ziling suddenly fell into a strong light.

"This old guy, Shixiong Miyamoto, is really not losing at all! Most of the power is drawn from cangchuan, the wind devil It is estimated that after the battle, cangchuan, the wind devil, will be weak for a long time, right? It's just that this period of time has caught up with the alternation of the eight great families. It seems that Miyamoto can't sit still. Does he want to go out of the mountain again and win the position of the three families for the Miyamoto family? "

"Forget it, I can't take care of these things anyway. The family affairs are already the world of the younger generation. I'd better retire to the rear area honestly."

The strong man in the red robe stood in the distance with his hands and whispered to himself, never taking the present Zhang Ziling to heart.

In his eyes, Zhang Ziling, who was trapped by the power of Miyamoto Zhixiong and the wind devil cangchuan, had no way to live.

In the past, the red robed strongman had seen it with his own eyes. With this move, Miyamoto killed two strong men of the same level in the array. However, the power of the current array is much stronger than that of the previous array. Naturally, Zhang Ziling has no reason to escape.

Around the strong light, men and women in various ancient costumes gradually appeared in the array of Dharma, including battle armor, robes, and kimonos Everyone was full of terror.

Shigurus of Miyamoto In the array, the strength of each one is almost the same as that of Takeo Miyamoto. In this array, there are 12 Shishen!

Zhang Ziling is in the strong light, his clothes are dancing with the wind, his face is extremely indifferent, and he has no emotional change to the changes around him.

"Finally Come out. "

"It's been decades To see the sun again. "

"The blazing air with the smell of blood is my favorite recipe."

"Is this toy strong or not? I hope we can have a little fun. "

The type gods look at Zhang Ziling in the strong light, and their eyes are full of banter. Before being summoned by Miyamoto, they will always stay in the dark space, and the long-term closure makes their personality become extremely distorted!

This led them to see Zhang Ziling after they came out. Everyone's eyes were filled with extremely morbid light, and they were eager to rush forward and tear Zhang Ziling clean.

"Every one of my Shishen is from excellent materials. Most of them are more talented than me. After becoming the type God, their strength has also improved by leaps and bounds. If I hadn't kept them in my own dark space and restrained their strength growth, I'm afraid they would have broken free of my shackles."

"Now, I'll let them all out again, and their resentment against me will be completely poured out on you Enjoy it, invaders. " Sitting in the void, Miyamoto looked at Zhang Ziling and whispered, "this feast will be the first ceremony to welcome my return."

The strong light around Zhang Ziling gradually disappeared, and the type gods around him began to become restless.

"The prey is out!"

"He's mine. You all stay behind and watch."

"This is my toy!"

The type gods around Zhang Ziling burst out a cry of surprise. They quarreled and distributed the ownership of Zhang Ziling.

"It seems that There is no need for these madmen to live. Their minds have been twisted into this way, and they can't smell the slightest danger in the air? "

Zhang Ziling smiles, and a red light flashes through his eyes. His body explodes with a terrible momentum. The fierce killing intention immediately permeates the array, which makes the type gods who are discussing fiercely pause for a moment. There is a trace of fear and shock in Zhang Ziling's eyes.

Miyamoto quickly noticed the mood change of the type gods, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes. Due to the blockade of the array, Miyamoto did not notice the momentum of Zhang Ziling. He could only find a clue from the expressions of the Shishen, and suddenly felt a deep uneasiness in his heart.

"Impossible As long as I continue to provide energy, the type gods are immortal in the array, and the array can absorb the aftershocks of the battle to maintain its operation. The invaders have no chance of winning. That was Is it an illusion? " Mr. Miyamoto forced down the uneasiness of his heart and increased the transmission of energy.

At the moment, Zhang Ziling's whole body was surrounded by evil Qi, and the whole array was filled with evil Qi. An extremely oppressive atmosphere filled every part of the array.Originally, there was no smile on the faces of the shishens. All the Shishen looked at Zhang Ziling and couldn't speak. If you observe carefully Those Shishen's bodies are still shaking slightly!

Fear, extreme fear!

When Zhang Ziling broke out the momentum, all the type gods understood in an instant The enemy they are facing is not a lamb to be slaughtered, but a demon returning from hell!

Zhang Ziling looked around at the Shishen around him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he said softly, "kneel down."

Bang bang bang!

As soon as Zhang Ziling's voice fell, the twelve Shishen felt the irresistible force coming from their shoulders, so that their legs could no longer support their bodies, so they bent down and knelt on the ground!

The knees of the twelve type gods were all broken, and the blood gradually dyed the array red. However, their injuries soon recovered and became intact.

Although the injuries of the type gods recovered, the pain did not disappear with the healing of the wounds. Their faces became twisted again. However, there was no bloodthirsty and madness in this distortion, only pain and howling.

The red robed strong man, who was preparing to watch the drama in the distance of the array, was completely stunned. He was staring at the situation in the array, and his body was shaking.

"You're kidding me That, those Shishen, how, how can Who is that young man

But in the air, Miyamoto Zhixiong, is suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, completely can't believe what he saw in front of him.

Why Powerful type gods, kneel down?

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