Go to Xuanlang Tianwai to fight Elder Ashes and evaluate his strength."

Qigu conveyed the original words of Lei Mo.

More than a dozen commander-level angels all restrained their wings and disappeared on the spiritual island.

Decades later.

After repeated practical battles, Cru Ashes finally figured out his accuracy.

"It should be between Dzogchen and Peak Asura."

Cruy Ashes judged himself.

There is no will power, such a power bonus that turns decay into magic, the strength of Cruy Ashes.

At most it is comparable to the Great Perfection.

It is absolutely impossible to achieve the obvious advantages of Dzogchen and have no shortcomings.

"boom--"

The power of the black main god condensed, and the giant elemental face with a diameter of hundreds of meters appeared.

"Since the element has been reincarnated, it is a new life.

From then on, your name is Ashes, and your Archangel of All Elemental Angels."

After saying that, the elemental giant face dissipated and returned to the ocean of divine power.

"You command the angels, who are scattered in plane wars, slowly accumulate military merits in exchange for the main artifact."

A majestic voice echoed in the minds of more than a dozen commander-level angels.

"Arcée!"

The eleven commander elemental angels bowed to the "Ash" first, and then began to discuss strategies for participating in the plane war.

Ashes are still familiar with this and easily gained the trust and recognition of the angels of elementals.

"We still need to pay attention to strategy when participating in plane wars. We cannot all gather together..."

Time passes by.

Hell won three consecutive victories, and the Earth God Realm won one consecutive victories.

Whether in hell or the ninth plane war in the earth god realm, they were all strangled to death in the cradle by the six god realms.

He did not give Lei Mo the opportunity to explode his troops with all his strength, and he fought with all his strength after eight consecutive victories.

Still a bit unfavorable.

"Hmph, if we don't let us win nine consecutive games, you can't win nine consecutive games."

"See who can't stand it first?"

"Originally, there could be six nine consecutive victories and ten consecutive victories in one time."

"I don't believe that there are endless spiritual gods and elemental angels, and I can't achieve a ten-game winning streak in one go?"

Although Lei Mo's strength is already superior to everything.

Even Aofu has to win three consecutive times to catch up with Lei Mo with the power of will.

If you add ten thousand times the power of the main god, Aofu needs to win ten consecutive victories in seven plane wars to be comparable to Lei Mo's strength.

If you reach the Great Perfection first than Lei Mo, then the six plane wars will be enough to win ten consecutive victories.

However, with Lei Mo here, it is difficult for Aofu to win ten consecutive victories in a plane war.

Don’t even think about anything seven times and six times.

Therefore, whether there are ten consecutive victories in plane wars will not damage Lei Mo's strength.

However, Lei Mo, a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, still has an inexplicable persistence in the ten consecutive victories of the plane war.

What you can't get is the most disturbing thing about your mood.

Time flies.

On the plane battlefield, hell, the Fire God Realm, and the Earth Realm, they often win five consecutive victories, six consecutive victories, and seven consecutive victories.

Only eight consecutive victories have not been much, but nine consecutive victories have not yet appeared.

The seven-star elemental angels in Xuanlang Tian accumulated 1,371.

Because elemental angels can restrain their wings, Xuanlangtian has always had elemental angels walking outside.

However, the name of the Elemental Angel has never been known to the outside world.

Plane battlefield.

"Green, why are you reluctant to do your best?"

Lei Moqin's archangel fleeing, asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Take all your strength and let the Lord God discover that I am Dzogchen?"

Green glanced at the ashes with a look of mentally retarded.

After recalling it carefully for a while, he still spoke: "With your muscle-filled brain, you should never have imagined it."

Immediately, Green still said some of his thoughts and some understanding of Lei Mo's arrangements.

"So, the old government lords are constantly abdicating, and a new government lord is born.

Then, join the plane battlefield again?”

Ashes have not lost the memory of the previous life. With the Taurus' relatively straightforward personality, they would not have thought of so much.

However, time always drives people to grow old.

The "old" here can be the maturity and sophistication of thoughts.

The underworld.

Netherworld Mountain.

The breath that suffocates the soul.

A haggard old man with a gray beard and covered in a wizard's robe.

Floating in the air.

"Dear Supreme God of Death, I choose a Supreme Artifact of Attack.

If possible, it is better to be this shape."

As he spoke, a blood-red sword phantom several meters long and nearly half a meter wide appeared above Chris.

"As you wish."

The most supreme god of death in the haggard old man, without any emotion in his tone.

It was as if chanting a narration.

Gently stretched out his slightly gray and dry palm, and the breath that stings the soul sharply, constantly gathering in the palm of the Supreme God of Death.

The underworld space where Netherworld Mountain is located is trembling like a terrifying child, and space cracks appear from time to time like dry river bottom.

The blood-red big sword, like a door panel, quickly formed in the hands of the withered old man.

The space around the blood-colored sword is densely cracked, as if the space in the underworld may be shattered at any time.

"This is a Supreme Divine Sword of Death. Only by reaching the realm of the main god can you truly bear the extremely terrifying energy contained in the Supreme Divine Sword, and make this Supreme Divine Sword truly recognize the master."

I saw the gray-white God of Death gently stroked it with his dry palm.

The sharp aura on the blood-colored sword gradually subsided and disappeared.

"Chris Bartley, I've fulfilled your request."

After saying that, the blood-red Supreme Divine Sword of Death flew out of his hand and floated towards the Lord of Death.

Then, the body of the Supreme God of Death began to slowly dissipate.

In the blink of an eye, Netherworld Mountain returned to peace.

It seems that the Supreme God of Death has never appeared.

"The Supreme Sword of Death."

Chris grabbed the hilt of the sword and a drop of blood melted into it.

The half-meter-long hilt suddenly changed drastically, shortening and thinning into the length and thickness that Chris just held.

"boom--"

The Lord of Death Chris shook his lightly, and a blood-colored sword like a door panel suddenly collapsed out of a blood-colored sword light.

After rushing for a hundred kilometers, he slashed on the top of a stone mountain on the top of Netherworld Mountain.

The hundreds of meters of mountain top disappeared, and colorful space turbulence rushed into the top of the Netherworld Mountain.

"Buzz--"
To be continued...