The battle between the Temple of the Gods and the army of Warcraft continued, and countless Warcraft and the eight second-turn players of the World-Destroying God Dynasty launched a fierce attack together, each showing their unique skills, and the battle made the Great Array of Ten Thousand Laws Inviolable Undulating, uneven, and concave and convex, as if it could be broken at any time.

"Boom, give me a hard bang!" The cold voice echoed above the temple of gods, and the extinction raised his left hand and blasted out a hand of destruction, causing the void to collapse, the earth trembled, and everything in its path turned into nothingness.

The terrifying aura of destruction fiercely bombarded the Ten Thousand Laws Invading Great Array, shocking the players of the Temple of Gods who blessed the Ten Thousand Laws Invading Great Array below, spurting blood, and some immortals and Dharma kings with weak defenses were directly killed. The powerful attack power of the world is chilling and powerless.

System Prompt: The damage level of the Ten Thousand Laws Invading Great Array is as high as 68 out of 100, and the defense power is gradually decreasing, please repair it as soon as possible.

Listening to the system prompt message in his ears, Wu Zifan's eyebrows were furrowed, the attacks of the world-destroying world did not stop at all, at this speed, it would not take a day to break the Great Array of Ten Thousand Laws and Wash the Temple of the Gods in blood.

System news: Players are no longer sad to succeed in turning to steal the commander and become the thirty-sixth second-turn player, hoping that the majority of players will catch up and strive for the second turn as soon as possible.

System News: Player Xiaoyu successfully changed to Pharaoh and became a ......

System Message: ......

"President, we've made a successful transfer!" Nine people, including No More Sadness, Xiaoyu, and Drunken Bird, have successfully changed jobs one after another, and rushed back to the guild as soon as possible to resist the enemy together.

At this moment, the Temple of the Gods has twenty-three second-turn players, which is at the head of the Five Continents Guild, followed by the World-Destroying God Dynasty, which has eight second-turn players, and the rest of the guilds have also produced second-turn players one after another, but the number is very small, one or two.

If it weren't for the frequent birth of second-turn players in the Temple of Gods, I am afraid that I would have sunk into the sea of fire and be ruthlessly slaughtered by the army of Warcraft.

The fact that the Temple of the Gods can continue to spread the news of the birth of second-turn players in the dire situation is undoubtedly shocking players from all continents again and again, no matter how much they sigh at the glory of the former giant. If the Temple of the Gods can survive this crisis and repel the demonic beasts, then its prestige will once again shock the land of the five continents, and even more so before, and reach another peak. But everyone understands that this is just a thought, in the face of such a mysterious and powerful world destruction and countless armies of demonic beasts, no matter how powerful the temple of the gods is, it is not that it can't change the outcome of defeat.

If you don't believe it, you see that their boss mad immortal cause and effect have run away, and he doesn't dare to fight the enemy when he hides, he must be afraid of losing the myth that he is undefeated.

Today is over, and tomorrow is not over, the Temple of the Gods is finished. This is the thinking of the vast majority of players, and they all agree that the Temple of the Gods will not be able to escape this great crisis, and the Temple of the Gods will become history, and from now on there will be no more of it in the land of the five continents.

"I don't know whether I am alive or dead, I have succeeded in several sneak attacks, and I have started to jump into the sky, do I think my army of Warcraft can be killed casually?" The cold voice resounded in the sky, and the destruction of the world led ten two hundred and thirty-level Demon Beast Kings to surround the three of Zhibi, Zhan Tian, and Lao Zhu, staring at each other with a murderous aura.

In the past two days, they have carried out six attacks, each time carrying god-level props, and with one unexpected blow, one blow will be retreated, bringing a heavy blow to the Warcraft army and destroying nearly 300,000 Warcraft.

This was their seventh attack, and the last, as the Temple of the Gods ran out of god-level items to consume. I thought I could give the Warcraft army another blow, but I didn't know that I fell into the trap set by the destruction of the world, and this time the three people who wrote it jumped to death.

"It's not good, the pen boss, they are surrounded by the destruction of the world!"

"I'm going out to save my brother."

"President, we can't watch the Boss of Zhan Tian die in battle."

"Everyone go out and fight to destroy the world!"

Players such as Battlefield and Frost and Cold Seven Detectives asked for battle, and their fighting spirit was soaring, and they were not afraid of the Warcraft army outside, and they wanted to rush out to rescue the three writers. The players who choose to stay have a deep affection between them, and they will not hesitate to help any brother or sister in death, even if it is at the cost of their lives. For the guild's feelings, they are not the same. As the pen brother said: "The guild is in, the people are there, and if the guild dies, the people will die." ”

"Don't come out, everyone!" The pen roared in the guild, burned his life, and said decisively in the team: "Zhantian old pig, you listen to me, I cast a martial soul to break the sky, and you take the opportunity to escape." ”

"No, I'm not leaving, I'm going to die and we'll die together." Grandpa Eating Pig has a giant axe and a horizontal axe, and a picture of Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and was unmoved, and he regarded death as home.

"Old pig, listen to me once at this time, you can't be stubborn anymore, the temple of gods needs our protection. There's no time, so you seize the opportunity and leave quickly. Holding the pen and shouting, his life burned to the bottom line, and suddenly his momentum rose twelve times, swallowing the eight desolations, the golden light was shining, the body was ten feet taller, and the divine aura swept out, covering the demonic qi of the sky, and even the momentum of overshadowing the qi of destruction. At this moment, the pen is like a martial god descending, pitching hands, picking stars and taking the moon, and in a thought, the sky is shattered.

Martial soul breaks the sky, explodes! Burst! Burst!

Hold the pen and spare your life, use the ancient forbidden technique martial soul to break the sky, burn life, detonate the martial soul, and shatter the sky. This move is very powerful, fully bursting out of twenty-four times the power, and the negative impact is also very huge, consuming all the health and essence of the pen, and even being in a virtual and real state within three natural days, the strength is reduced by one-half, and the equipment on the body also drops two.

The price is very heavy!

Unless it is absolutely necessary, this kind of skill that hurts a thousand people and damages seven hundred, players will not use it easily. However, there is no choice to write at this moment, only by sacrificing oneself can one keep the old pig of Zhantian, it is worth it.

Rumble!

A loud bang shook the audience, the sky collapsed, and the sound was so loud that it drowned out all the sounds of the Warcraft army's attack, roaring, shouting, etc., which shocked the Warcraft army on the spot, and there were injuries of different sizes.

With the pen as the center, it completely collapsed in all directions, and the terrifying explosive power penetrated the layers of void and swept out, as spectacular and terrifying as the destruction of heaven and earth.

Click......

The Void shattered layer by layer, causing a series of Void Storms, Vacuum Undercurrents and other terrible catastrophes. In an instant, tens of thousands of demonic beasts were devastated.

The Extinction and the ten two hundred and thirty level Warcraft Kings were also uncomfortable, they were all blown away, their bodies were stained red with blood, and they were unrecognizable, and they were all hurt by three million to seven million. Among them, six of the Demon Beast Kings were even more miserable, shattered, screaming in pain, hurting their origins and suffering irreparable damage.

"Old pig, let's retreat!" A trace of sadness flashed in Zhan Tian's eyes, and he took advantage of the destruction of the world to blow them up, and quickly flew towards the headquarters.

"No, I'm not leaving. Destroy the world, eat your pig grandfather with an axe! ”