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Chapter 1968 Broken Arm

Kakka...

There were some cracks above the pyramid, as if something was trying to rush out from the inside.

"Everyone, let's keep the pyramid together."

The dance king's face changed and said loudly.

The other kings finally slowly opened their eyes, but it seemed that their long-term sleep consciousness had not completely returned, and their eyes were empty.

But they also have some instinct, which falls in four directions of the pyramid as the King of Dance says.

The flames in the body were cultivated into pieces, and the King of Dance reached the bottom of the pyramid and dragged the pyramid. The flames of the eight kings enveloped the entire pyramid.

The illusory flames seemed to have become substance, but the pyramid was a bit ethereal and illusory when it came from outside.

And the golden hand collided with the pyramid again and it shattered directly, causing Amen to roar.

"A group of ignorant disciples will destroy me."

Amon, who was originally sitting cross-legged above the sacrificial ground, suddenly stood up and took one step forward. This step crossed the void and went directly to the pyramid.

It was the same punch, but this time it was not the energy condensed, but Amon's golden body.

A dazzling light burst out, and the flames from the four kings' bodies flew out in a flash, rumbling and smashing a huge human-shaped hole into the solid building.

The other fire kings were erratic and retreated suddenly with the pyramid. The sound of crazy impact came from inside the pyramid again, as if echoing the outside, and the cracks at the top of the pyramid were even more obvious.

Amon was also shocked and many cracks appeared in the golden arm, but it quickly recovered as before.

Brush brush...

Before Amon could move further, the other four fire kings flew up again. This time, a glimmer of light appeared in their eyes, obviously because their consciousness was recovering.

"Evil God, you claim to be invincible in the world, and now it seems that this is the case. All our eight ashes can compete with you. If it were our eight heydays, you would not be worth mentioning at all. What kind of gods are just like this. Don't you realize that this evil god is going to sacrifice the world that is about to collapse and give yourself a way out. At that time, if this world is destroyed, you and I will be destroyed in the void."

The Dance King looked at the believers below and said loudly.

Many believers who were fighting against the undead looked hesitant, and some of the undead spoke hoarsely, saying that they were not evil at all.

This is the final destination of all those who believe in Amon. There is no so-called holy realm at all. After burning their lives, only [ ] is left with ashes.

"Who said there is no holy realm?" The Archbishop's voice also echoed in the city: "What my God calls the holy realm is the main plane, where the boundless territory is boundless, that world has countless worlds like us, the center of all living things, where the sun shines, and all things flourish. Several evil kings destroyed our holy city and sealed us for countless years. We did not become sad undead. This is the favor of the gods. As long as we help me get the sealed body of the god, our great Amon Holy Spirit will carry us across the holy realm with our body as a boat. As long as we are united, the holy realm will belong to us."

This is true. If you think from the perspective of others, if you are from this desperate world, you will be really motivated.

But the players are ridiculous. Is the main plane so simple? I want to rule the main plane. What the Burning Legion did not do back then, the powerful ancient god also failed.

This holy city seems to be crowded, but in fact, the believers do not even have the qualifications to become a clan, let alone have no territory to the main plane, and there is no place to settle down.

If they want duli, without a few camps taking action, players will be unable to help but divide them up.

If you also want to rule the main plane, just this rustic god, what can you do if you restore all your strength?

The audience didn't know that the more serious problem was that if you wanted to survive in the form of an ancient god, it would be like to die a great death, and you wouldn't even create an ancient god's body.

It will definitely become a public enemy, and then form a dungeon and be brushed ten thousand times.

When Amon saw that the pyramid was walking away by several fire kings, his eyes swept to Li Yao, who was standing in the magic circle watching the show, and his anger could not be suppressed.

Yao Ji Jian saw the opportunity very quickly, and his body suddenly turned into smoke and ran quickly to the distance. She knew very well that this kind of war was not something she could participate in now.

"Little Bug, I really think I can't do anything to you. Let's see how arrogant you are."

Amon took another step forward, and suddenly appeared above the Archbishop's Manor, still punching out.

Li Yao was as eyed as a cold star, and the arrows in his hand kept flying, and many phantoms appeared, and a large number of arrows hit the opponent's arm.

"It's useless. You are very strong, but you are also very weak. The level is too low. This is your biggest flaw."

With the fist of the Golden Body, the manor's sturdy roof bricks were blown away.

The audience's hearts were in their throats, and this blow was too strong.

Endless tentacles were retracted from the sky above the sacrifice, forming layers of protection layer upon layer.

But the golden fist was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, and each layer of tentacles could only block for a moment. Although it corrodes the golden arms, it could not completely resist.

The magic circle emitted an extremely dazzling light, and it shattered with the punch, but the force of the fist also weakened a lot.

"I said, you are too weak." Amon sneered.

"Is that true?" Li Yao retreated suddenly, and at the same time, the Valkyrie Wings wrapped him in.

Bang!

Countless silver feathers burst into pieces, and Li Yao's body flew backwards.

"You can't escape."

The golden arms were spread out, as if they could penetrate the void and grabbed Li Yao.

"It's right now, kill me."

A figure suddenly appeared, and the great sword in his hand emitted an extremely dazzling light. The light was too dazzling, and even the audience watching the live broadcast was temporarily blind.

Rumble...

First, there was a loud noise of heavy objects crushing the building, and then the audience saw a huge golden arm falling into the ruins of the building.

Amon staggered back and almost fell.

Li Yao's mechanical clone stood against his body, and Li Yao said coldly: "Kill you an arm to punish me. If you dare to provoke me again, I will join forces with the Eight Kings to kill you. It's just a golden body that has just been merged and barely able to act. Who gives you the confidence? Ignorance is not wrong, but I don't know how to learn. I am the best in the world and the use of stupid things every day will only be the dust."

"you……"

Amon, who had stabilized his body, could not believe his eyes, and his arms were cut off.
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