In the eyes of the gods, the human kingdom of gods is delaying desperately in order to be destroyed later.

This move is indeed very useful. He extracted power from the Sea of ​​Art and set up layers of levels to block the enemy. However, the enemy showed off his complete lineup and the situation took a sharp turn. The six masters of the underworld walked through the waves and joined forces on the battlefield. Luo Yang's army collapsed layer by layer without any confrontation.

"Oh! The foundation is weak, and it is already good that the sixth-level war god can reach this level."

"Hmph, it's good to die. This human kingdom of gods is only a flash in the pan and it will never last forever."

"Don't be so mean. Luo Yang is a hero. But the time is wrong. If you give him more time, you can become a pillar of the divine realm."

The gods reacted in a different way, either gloating, indifferent, or lamenting and regretting, but there was no god who felt that the human kingdom of gods could turn the situation around and fight against the elites of the dead domain like they did against the demon master Shen.

The facts are also moving towards pessimism, the reflection world is under severe shock, and the progress of the undead army is showing a blowout.

It only took two hours from the seventy-fifth floor to the ninety-fifth floor, and according to Luo Yang's schedule, it took at least two days, which made the backbone of the Kingdom of God frown.

The enemy's advancement is too fast and we should delay for a few more days. Now we are not sure about head-on battles, and many targeted means are still being prepared.

If the gods knew what Luo Yang was doing, they would have to be surprised and screamed.

Luluo was pinching Luo Yang's shoulders and back, and Zhang Xiaoman was collecting berries and squeezing juice, putting it on a tray and walking in a tray, and sending it to the throne for his husband to taste. As for the maid Queer, he stood beside him and held a bright light mirror with a bitter smile, and felt fierce: "What? Is this a mirror or a thousand-pound pendant? Why is it so heavy? His wrist is almost broken."

Luo Yang picked up the crystal cup, sucked the juice with a straw, squinted his eyes and savored it carefully, and couldn't help but praise: "Yes, the fruits cultivated by Xiaoman are getting more and more medicinal, and the taste is very good. Come on, try Green Ivy, this juice can replace soothing medicine in the future."

"No hurry. If my husband's body bones are not loose for a day, it is very likely that his qi and blood will stagnate. It is extremely rare to have such a hard bone blood. If I hadn't inherited the little sister's body, I'm afraid I wouldn't have helped." Lulu worked very hard and tried his best in terms of strength. Sometimes his fingers were clanging, and even the hardest metal could leave fingerprints, but it was just right for Luo Yang.

Zhang Xiaoman briefly moved his fingers and also came to penetrate the blood and blood for Luoyang's pine bones. Two beautiful beauties served like maids, making Queer roll her eyes.

A few minutes later, Lu Luo was so tired that she was sweating profusely, and suddenly said to the dark place: "Sister Sword King, I'm sorry, I want you to help."

"You have to be welcome. I am Canglan Haoyue Sword Master. By chance, I inherited the ancient sword god's mantle. Now, as the master and the god general, I should help you with all my strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a silver woman next to Luo Yang.

She looked cold and handsome, and was dressed tightly enough, but she couldn't hide her good figure. She was so popular that she could reach out, but she couldn't make any noise when she hit Luo Yang.

The Sword King was slightly stunned. He actually did not expect that the master who swore allegiance to be so powerful as he looked at his body alone. However, she was not a person who easily surrendered and was about to take this opportunity to find out the depth.

Luo Yang did not take the sword energy into his body, and it has not been in vain in just a few days. The shrine specially sent by the clone of the Fu Shen and Ying Er was the result of his efforts over the years. He relied on the Saint King's Martyrdom ship to explore a large number of dangers on the sea of ​​artistic conception, and accidentally dug out dozens of star cores condensed by ancient stars.

This is a great thing, enshrined in the shrine, extracting power from the sea of ​​artistic conception for refining. After eating only five, you will have an amazing entry.

As time went by, the Sword King did not reach Luo Yang's bottom, but instead was so tired that his sweat flowed, soaking his clothes on his body, making his concave and convex body appear faintly.

Luluo and Zhang Xiaoman's figures are even worse than those of the Sword King, but how determined Luo Yang is? His expression is natural, and the Sword King blushed, thinking to himself whether he is old? He has no attraction anymore?

The Taicang women are famous for their beauty and dignity. Canglan Xingtian and Canglan Jinyue are both beauties. However, recently, this pair of beauties beaten very fiercely because of Canglan Haoyue's "last words". The Sword King is also beautiful and inequality, but he hides the beauty in the sharpness, which is even more distinctive.

The hall shook suddenly, and the Sword King's face changed suddenly. He looked at Luo Yang and said, "Sir, I see you are confident, but the undead tribe will attack the Kingdom of God."

"It's okay, it's not easy for them to come in." Luo Yang waved his hand, and the bright light mirror emitted the light of the mirror, condensed dozens of faces of the mirror to observe the battlefield from all angles.

The 99th floor of the reflecting world is not vast, but the spatial structure is extremely complex. Some places are honeycomb-shaped, and some places are fibrous, without the earth and without the sky. It is like being in a twisted void, which is different from the void. With a little bit of the characteristics of the five-dimensional universe, it is both illusory and true, but the spatial rules are very normal.

"Here is" the Sword King showed a strange look on his face.

Luo Yang smiled and explained: "It is a circular hub. As long as the enemy attacks, various attack powers on the battlefield will be transmitted. Reconstructing the ninety-nine-layer reflection world, the evolved model will be more powerful. This is a wheel that cannot be broken through even if the fire is concentrated to attack the same space node. Of course, it is not without a cracking solution, it depends on when the enemy reacts."

"No wonder!" The Sword King stopped asking more questions, An Anxin took the massage for the main purpose.

The bright light mirror is getting heavier and heavier, and wisps of light wings explode. Que'er needs to do her best to carry the magic mirror well.

After the Sword King obtained the throne, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, tens of times stronger than Chen Jian, and has become a sixth-level sword god. However, he used his sword finger to stab Luo Yang, and there was no other reaction except for a small rustling sound. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "It seems to be half a point stronger than just now, but how is this possible?"

At the same level six, Luo Yang's physique exceeded his limit. Any force could be broken down even if it touched the skin. It was still outside of his body. This was just a natural reaction of the body, and he did not use a slight force to resist. Otherwise, as long as the mind moved, he showed Xuantian battle patterns and controlled external forces as he wanted, it would be enough to instantly kill those ordinary level seven gods.

If there was no such entry, why did Luo Yang stay motionless when he sat on the throne in recent days? The power of the sea of ​​artistic conception was eroding the body through the throne at every moment. In order to balance the negative effects of this throne, some of the throne's divine positions have been added as buffering and adjusting.
Chapter completed!