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It is also at the dragon level, but at this time the level of strength is visible to the naked eye.

Facing the siege of the crowd, Ding Xiaoyi kept waving the Hun Tian Ling in his hands, exactly like a fortress for standing output.

Anyone who approached was killed in an instant.

Immediately, blood rained down from the clouds. It was said that after a few days, blood would occasionally rain down all over the world.

These rainwaters contain a huge amount of spiritual energy, and when they fall on the ground, they actually change the mountains and rivers, and change the appearance of the earth. I don't know how many powerful alien beasts have been born because of this.

Of course these are later stories.

Ding Xiaoyi hasn't done anything for many years, but now everyone is scared when he does it.

"Is this guy's psychic power bottomless??" Someone was terrified of being killed, and kept backing away.

Everyone is at the dragon level, and it consumes too much here. It didn't take long for the psionic energy to be consumed, but Ding Xiaoyi, who was besieged, actually stood there with his head held high.

The seven-foot red damask in his hand splashed and swung the ink, constantly calling out the hidden treasures of the heavens, and they were beaten so hard that they couldn't breathe. It felt like the psionic energy in this guy's body was inexhaustible.

In the blink of an eye, several dragon-level masters were killed.

"No, stop quickly, this guy can devour your psionic energy to restore your own consumption!"

Finally someone saw the ingenuity and yelled at everyone to stop.

It's just that when everyone finally stopped their hands, there was already a faint layer of blood mist floating in the void in front of them.

In just a few breaths, everyone suffered heavy casualties, and each lost one-third of their staff, and some even lost two-thirds of their staff.

Although he already understood the consciousness of being cannon fodder in his heart, the casualties still shocked everyone.

"Who else!"

Seeing that everyone stopped, Ding Xiaoyi stepped forward, with a five-element clock hanging above his head, and a red long knife was held in the palm of his hand. The blade was stained with blood, emitting a demonic light. Killing is a carnival.

Chapter 652 The Old God Comes to Fight

Everyone was silent, their hearts were full of anger but they didn't dare to shout.

The difference in strength is too great, this guy is not even a demigod, but his terrifying attacking skills are rare in the world.

The densely packed treasures of the gods, even if they are only phantoms, are astonishingly powerful, but relying on their unique ability to devour their power, they swarmed up and became this guy's power bank instead.

Fortunately, their mission has actually been completed, and the gods they support have rushed into the shrine, and now everyone just waits for the result.

So even though he was unhappy, he was unwilling to risk his life to fight this monster.

Just when everyone retreated silently to keep a distance from Ding Xiaoyi.

Suddenly, a sneer came from the void.

"A mere ants dare to shout again, get out of here."

Accompanied by a sneer, a chariot was seen coming from the starry sky in the distance, the chariot rumbled, and a figure was riding on the chariot.

As the chariot came through the sky, it rolled up the sky with light and rain, and the galaxy fell down, boundless, making the scene there amazing and shocking everyone.

"It's a god!"

Everyone was shocked, never thought that there would be gods coming at this time.

"Stop him!"

With a loud roar, everyone knew that it was a dead end, but they rushed to the chariot immediately.

They want to help their gods at all costs to compete for an advantage. Even if they consume one-tenth of the other party's psionic energy, for their own gods, it may be able to increase the probability of their own gods entering the main shrine.

As for the price worth it?

I believe that no one will deny that if they don't fight, if they fail to win the theocracy when the first wave of divine way is opened, then their entire clan will become slaves to outsiders.

It may even be erased directly.

Even if it's for their own wives and children, they can't help but fight.

"Star extinction!"

Facing the menacing joint attack of the crowd, the figure riding on the chariot roared loudly, resounding through the sky, his whole body was glowing, and the chaotic energy was shaken away, revealing a skinny face.

Aged skin, skinny and skinny, a blue gown is draped over his body, but it doesn't fit well as if it will slip off from his body at any time.

Speak out the law, cut across the starlight in the sky, and the huge divine power surged, shattering the thousands of rainbow lights that hit in front of his eyes. Only his divine brilliance bloomed and turned into prehistoric stars, piercing through the people in front of him.

With a bang, the divine light swept across, and flesh and blood flew all over the sky, chopping up all the figures in front of them, turning them into nameless bones and blood mist in this catastrophe.

The ancient chariot was rumbling, he slowly stood up on the chariot, and walked towards the front of the road, gods block and kill gods, immortals block and kill immortals!

"He's an old god!!" Someone saw his face clearly. Although they didn't recognize him, this state was by no means a newly promoted god.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt cold from head to toe, they were too strong, and the scene they were most worried about finally appeared.

This person is not a new god, but an old god, who has been silent in the ancient years, and the long wait is for this day.

In comparison, they are not even as good as ants!

All of a sudden, the crowd scattered and fled. If it was a foreign god, they might still have the courage to desperately consume the other party's spiritual energy.

But this is a revived old god, perhaps long, long ago, this old god has already stood upright among the gods, as a powerful god.

Otherwise, how could he have survived in the apocalypse of the gods and lingered until today.

Facing such a powerful existence, they really didn't have the courage to contend.

"Boom!!"

A huge bell surged, followed by a sound wave visible to the naked eye, suddenly sounded from the front of the shrine, and saw the sound wave sweeping in like a flood. In a trance, people saw countless soldiers and horses standing proudly on the sound wave. It slammed into the chariot of the old god.

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"wild!"

They turned their heads and saw Ding Xiaoyi pushing the five-color bell above his head with all his strength, and then holding the big bell and charging straight up with a long knife in his hand, they couldn't help being shocked.

They pride themselves on being extraordinary, but seeing Ding Xiaoyi today they understand what it means to be a fierce man. A dragon level dares to face a resuscitated old god head-on. Who dares to have such courage.

"Artifact!"

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi rushing forward, the skinny old man's eyes were wide open, and a pair of yellow eyeballs were almost as ferocious as they were about to overflow from the eye sockets.

"It's just in time, these two artifacts belong to me."

While speaking, I saw his slender palm protruding, and an invisible force easily crushed the incoming sound waves.

Afterwards, the divine power remained unabated, and he turned into a big hand covering the sky and slapped Ding Xiaoyi.

In his eyes, Ding Xiaoyi is just a top-rank dragon who is not even an ant, and a slap by himself is enough to crush him to pieces.

However, such an inevitable palm.

Suddenly an ominous premonition flooded into his heart, and before he could recover, he suddenly felt that his strength had stagnated suddenly.

In the void, a wordless stone tablet rose from the sky. The name of the tablet was not inscribed on the top of the tablet. Eight dragons circled around the top of the tablet, intertwined with each other.

On both sides of the stele are pictures of rising dragons, a huge dragon flying in the air, with wide-eyed eyes and rainbow light spraying out from its mouth, blurring the flesh and blood from the big hand that covered the sky in front of it.

Ding Xiaoyi is not stupefied, he dares to fight against the old gods, so he is naturally confident enough, this wordless stele is not imitated by him with the power of creation, but is really made by Yuniang.

The last time when she was in the country of the Yi nationality, Yuniang felt that the divine way was about to be recruited, so she prepared for a rainy day, and first called out a tablet without writing, and asked him to swallow it as a trump card to save her life.

This is the power of Yuniang after she holds power, and it contains the divine power of the emperor, which is far more than a hundred times the power of when she surrounded Yahweh.

He used the technique of hoarding yuan, which had been hidden in his belly for a long time to brew, and now spit it out, the power is no less than Yuniang's all-out attack.

Although there are no words on the wordless stele, it is more than ten thousand years of chapters, as if this stele represents the supreme holy power, the emperor's divine power.

Even the revived Old God is almost out of breath being suppressed at this moment.

"What kind of power is this?"

The old man screamed, and his shriveled body began to tear apart.

He didn't believe that at this time, there was such a terrifying power in this world that made him look like this.

What's more, this power is still emanating from a dragon level who is not even a demigod. It is so outrageous that it is really unbelievable.

Not only was he unbelievable, but the heroes who were watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but tremble, feeling deeply, and the shock in their hearts was too shocking.

I saw Ding Xiaoyi flying across the sky with his hand in his hand, taking advantage of the fact that the old guy was suppressed by the wordless tablet at the moment, he cut off his head with a knife.

"boom!"

How terrifying is the sharpness of the underworld, but the chop on the top of this old guy's head unexpectedly caused only flames to splatter and did not cause any harm.

"Dragon level is only dragon level after all, without divine power, even if you have a divine weapon in your hand, it will be difficult to exert miraculous effects."

Under the knife, the old man was full of peace of mind, although he didn't know how this guy conjured up such a terrible wordless tablet.

But with the strength of the dragon level alone, it is impossible to destroy his body.

After all, his physical body has been tempered for an unknown amount of time, if it could be destroyed casually, how could he survive until now.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't believe in evil, he swung Huang Quan in his hand and slashed horizontally and vertically. The old guy was covered in flames, but he didn't leave any scars.

"Hahaha" the old man laughed loudly.

But soon his smile stopped abruptly, and Ding Xiaoyi put away the artifact in his hand at this moment, picked up the wordless stele suppressed in the void, and smashed it down head-on.

"boom!!"

Immediately, the chariot that the old man was sitting on was instantly shattered, and he was also trembling from being hit by the wordless stele, and the divine light on his body was suddenly dimmed.

"Hmph, I thought you were really invincible." Seeing that this method was really effective, Ding Xiaoyi was sure, and couldn't help but smashed it while holding the wordless stele.

The beating sound of "Boom, boom, boom" resounded under the starry sky.

"My God, this guy is a fierce horse!"

"Dragon-level sling against the old gods, or single-handedly? I think this is enough for me to brag about for a year!"

"It's not just a year, it's simply a wonder of the prosperous age."

The people watching the battle from a distance looked at the picture in front of them, roaring excitedly, although they and Ding Xiaoyi were also enemies.

But they are both at the dragon level, and they are regarded as ants by the gods. It is a lie to say that they are unhappy, so seeing Ding Xiaoyi slapping the god level at this moment, and he is still an ancient old god, they are naturally excited for a while.

If it wasn't for the lack of strength, they would be ruthlessly suppressed once they approached the area of ​​the stele. I'm afraid they would all go up to join in the fun at this time.

Even if he kicked this old guy in the face twice, he would have no regrets in his life.

If they can go back alive, it is estimated that this matter is enough for them to brag about for a lifetime.

It's a pity that most of these foreign masters are from relatively remote foreign lands, and they don't have business trips. Otherwise, they should have a mobile phone by now, and they have already taken such shocking pictures with their mobile phones.

But even though they don't have mobile phones, they have other ways to record the incident. For example, some people have taken out memory crystals to record the scene in front of them.

"Boom, boom, boom..." In the blink of an eye, Ding Xiaoyi had smashed down more than ten times in a row.

Every time he hit it, the divine light on the old man's body would shake, a painful and hideous expression appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with divine blood within a few strokes.

The divine light on his body also completely dimmed, he didn't dare to use his divine power to resist, he restrained all his divine power, and simply resisted with his physical body.

"boom!"

I have to say that this guy's physical body is as solid as a rock, even without the protection of the divine power, it is still horribly hard.

But without the divine power to resist, the wordless stele lost the effect it had before. After hitting it hard a few times, there was only a sound of "Crack!".

A crack on the stele spread from the edge to one-third of the stele body. I believe that if it continues to be smashed a few more times, the stele will be completely shattered before the old guy is killed.

Chapter 653 Little Hurt, Great Hurt

Although the wordless stele is powerful, with the blessing of Yuniang's authority, even the old gods can be suppressed, but after all, it is not controlled by Yuniang herself. Without the support of Yuniang's power, it is just a one-time consumption item.

Seeing the crack on the stele, the old man's eyes showed a bit of madness, thinking that he finally found a way to deal with this stele.

Cursing loudly: "Stinky boy, just wait, the old man will definitely want you to be cut into pieces later, and you will not be able to die forever, and you will never be reborn."

He could see that although this stele was powerful, it was rootless duckweed after all, and it was only a matter of time before it dissipated.

Moreover, the stone tablet can only suppress his own divine power, so as long as he doesn't use his divine power to resist, the stone tablet has nothing to do with him.

And even if he doesn't dare to use his divine power to resist now, but his physical body is strong, let this kid hack for 100 years without even thinking of hurting a single hair of himself.

That's why he held himself together and waited patiently for the power on the stone tablet to disappear. When the time comes, he will definitely let this kid understand why the flowers are so popular.