boom.

The eighteen war gods have all arrived.

The power of the gods has a kind of superiority in life level, which makes everyone have the urge to kneel down in front of the little Martial God.

When all the golden clouds poured into Xiao Wushen's body, his body experienced a terrifying surge, rising to more than three meters. His whole body was filled with golden power, and his body seemed to be cast from gold. Just like that, it becomes gleaming like a golden god of war.

The marks of the eighteen Martial Gods are all reflected on Yang Chen's body, forming dense divine patterns.

Roar.

The only different color on his body is his blood-red eyes.

At this moment, he was staring at Long Chen.

It’s unclear how strong the current little Martial God is.

Long Chen gritted his teeth.

"You stubborn guy, if I don't let you sober up, you won't wake up. It's time to be relieved."

This battle was not only for himself and Feng Zhilin to vent his anger, but also for Yang Chen.

Under the attention of everyone and everyone's worries, Long Chen moved forward resolutely.

Kill demons and gods with your hands.

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