Xing Jue stepped into the huge portal leading to the Allah-level battlefield, and walked out of another portal in front of him.

When I went back, I also walked away from the portal behind me.

But there must be a Holy King Point Token that recognizes the Lord.

The Holy King Point Token can only recognize the master once, and the master will break it on his own after his death, so the enemy wants to use this order to invade.

Walk out of the portal and come to the battlefield.

From the perspective of the platform, it is a vast yellow sandy land.

There were many monks of Allah level who followed Xing Jue in. They recognized Xing Jue and all looked at him with awe.

There are not a few Allah-level monks on the continent. As for the number, who can accurately calculate it?

Xing Jue spent 10,000 special energy to build a communication room where all the angel warriors on the Allah-level battlefield can call at any time and anywhere.

After the establishment was completed, Xing Jue spoke: "Hey, can you hear this leader speak?!"

"Yes, leader."

“Can hear it.”

“You can hear it.”

…………

...

For a moment, many replies came.

Xing Jue asked: "Whether you are separated, my leader will go to find you."

Angel Yan replied: "Report to the leader, the 20,000 soldiers led by his subordinates have not dispersed their actions and are now fighting with the enemy. We want to kill through it and get the one trillion-dollar Yuan Stone."

"Okay, be careful, this leader will arrive soon."

"Okay, leader!"

"Evil Ball, locate Angel Yan and the others' positions and teleport me over."

"complete!"

The evil ball talks over, Xing Jue disappeared in place.

...

The battlefield at the Allah level is not very large. With the soul of Allah, one-third of the area can be sensed.

Because there are not many monks of this level on both sides.

The most intense and cruel battle has broken out in the central area of ​​the Allah-level battlefield.

Whether in the sky or underground, it is full of violent battles between the Lord-level monks, with energy flashes, and the power of Tao tearing the sky apart, looking like a scene of destruction.

It is easy to distinguish the enemy. They were wearing golden armor and swept across the sky from the opposite horizon.

Under the leadership of Angel Yan, 20,000 angel warriors launched an offensive formation, pushing forward and horizontally, destroying wave after wave of enemy attacks, and killing corpses all over the ground, blood stained with yellow sand.

Seeing that the angel warriors of the cult were so fierce, many of the Gods who were on the battlefield of Allah were following them and killing the enemy not far away.

"puff!!"

Angel Yan looked cold and his lightning was turbulent. He held a silver thunder holy sword in his hand, and frantically harvested the golden armored God who was fighting in groups on the ground ahead. No one was her enemy.

"Wow, the cult is so terrifying. The peak of 20,000 Allahs, and they are all monsters. The Allah-level battlefield is their world. It's so scary that the enemy is killed."

"There are cults here to suppress them, and there is no need for us to wait. There are enemies coming to kill in the northeast. Fellow Taoists go up to support them!"

"When we go, we just need to intercept the enemies we killed one by one and let the angels of the cult come over."

...

The battlefield was covered with yellow sand, and the violent energy was turbulent, which was in chaos. Allah, who was following the cult angel, found that other places needed support and rushed over without saying a word, because they were not needed here at all.

"Reporting to the headquarters, a angel legion with extremely strong combat power appeared on the battlefield of Allah's level, all at the peak of Allah. They pushed over and over. We resisted their soldiers and suffered heavy casualties. We asked the Imperial Legion to come and suppress them, and asked the Imperial Legion to come and suppress them."

The enemy was so scared that he didn't dare to fight to the angel legion that was waving in the cult. Facing them, Ying Feng dared to retreat again and again.

Going up, it's meaningless death.

"The Imperial Legion is already on the road. This cult legion should be the strongest legion on the enemy's Allah-level battlefield. If they are destroyed, this battlefield will be the world we are waiting for."

...

The spiritual emperor clan allowed the cult legion to fight all the way, waiting for the imperial legion to come and destroy them in one fell swoop.

"Yan, they seem to be waiting for reinforcements. I wonder if they can put some pressure on us." The angel smiled coldly and disdainfully.

Zhixin nodded and said, "The leader will arrive soon. No matter how strong the reinforcements they come, it will not work. They are just here to die."

"We can suppress the other party without the need for the leader to take action."

Angels chased them very arrogantly.

"What's wrong? You look very leisurely."

At this moment, Xing Jue appeared next to everyone out of thin air and laughed softly.

"teach…"

"No need to bow, no need to be restrained." Seeing that they were about to bow, Xing Jue interrupted them.

"Master, look, they dare not come over, they seem to be waiting for reinforcements."

Seeing that the leader said this, Yan went straight to the point and looked at the Golden Armor Allah who had always kept a certain distance from them in the distance.

Xing Jue opened his eyes and glanced over. Suddenly, the thousands of golden-armored warriors in the distance fell like locusts.

He killed thousands of enemies in an instant, making him immediately the one with the largest number of enemies killed on the battlefield of Allah.

His figure appeared on a huge screen traversing over the battlefield of Allah.

"Bang!!"

Xing Jue smiled with a charming smile, snapped his fingers gently, and a large nine-story blood-colored throne that was summarized by Angel Yan, Leng, Zhui, and Zhixin appeared behind him. He walked to the throne and sat near the front.

Xing Jue sat like a boss, leaning against the blood-colored throne, and the demon smiled with a demonic smile: "Today, this Lord of the Lord will not allow a spiritual emperor creature to appear in this battlefield of God."

After saying that, as he raised his hand, a vast space power surged in his palm.

At the same time, all the Spirit Emperor Clan God on the battlefield of the God-level, whether they are fighting or just coming in and still on the road.

Everyone was imprisoned out of thin air, and then they all appeared in the air in front of Xing Jue in a dizzy way.

In just a moment, all the 70,000 powerful Allahs who were on the battlefield of Allah were brought here.

The Lord of the Spirit Emperor Clan, who was imprisoned, found that he was still unable to move when he arrived here. While his complexion changed, his eyes showed a look of fear. He looked at the man sitting in front of the throne with white hair and waist, covered his body with silver and white battle clothes, his expression was stunning and evil, his eyes were cold and arrogant, and his demonic aura was in the demon.

Allah's body was covered with golden armor, and they couldn't even see anything they looked like, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

"Bastard, you must be not in the realm of Allah. How dare you ignore the contract of Ten Thousand Dao? You are seeking death."

A peak golden armored warrior of Allah shouted angrily at Xing Jue who was sitting upright on the throne.

Although the language is different, communication through soul and thoughts is not affected.

"How dare you violate the ten thousand contracts, and you still kneel down and surrender?"

In an instant, many golden armored Lords were shouting.

"Yu Noi, I am not Allah, so what is this state?"

Xing Jue looked down on the creatures outside the domain in front of him, revealing the breath of the seventh level of God's heaven.
Chapter completed!