Resurrection of spiritual energy: My sword intention is not serious Urban imagination revives

A soldier looked panicked, ignoring the demon on his knees, and instead shouted anxiously.

"Chief Ye!"

"The beast tide is coming, please put aside all your actions and go out of the city to face the battle." "

Several chiefs usually stay on the city wall, but today the demon beasts are all coming to the city, and they can't see a single person.

It was only after checking the surveillance throughout the city that they found out that they had entered here.

Ye Long's body trembled suddenly.

The iron-blooded soldier's resolute style is vividly reflected in his body, blasting open the narrow cave with one punch, and striding out quickly.

And the moment Lingling fell, the three of them had already been unlocked.

Quickly followed Ye Long to the elevator.

At the moment, nothing is important to resist the beast tide.

That is the real enemy that threatens the safety of human life.

The eyes of Bai Yun Wuya and the others were full of happiness for the rest of their lives.

There was a hint of admiration in his eyes when he looked at Ye Long.

It turned out that he had been prepared for a long time, no wonder he was so calm.

But Ye Long had a solemn expression.

The city lord is not here, if the demon emperor attacks, can he stop it?

The moment the elevator door opened, everyone jumped out and flew straight up to the city wall, and the scene unfolding in front of them made their hearts tighten.

Boundless black clouds rolled in, and the oppression was almost suffocating.

The beast tide was like a black sea, and it had already approached the city, making a deafening roar, and the terrifying momentum was terrifying.

Ye Long stood on top of the city tower, looking at the sea of beasts that had split into seven pieces, like falling into an ice cave.

The Demon Emperor didn't come

! But all the seven demon kings under his command came! The

most important thing is that the city lord is not there, and there are only three high-end combat power in the city that can fight the demon king at the peak of spiritual sense!

Not to mention that there are countless fierce beasts, among which there are also many beast king-level existences.

Although his IQ is low, how can he resist it?

Ye Long unsheathed the long sword in his hand and roared angrily.

"Prepare for war

!" "Yes!"

The endless bloody fighting spirit of the soldiers burst out, and they looked at death as if they were at home, and their shouts were deafening!

On the city wall, the specially made metal steel plates were shattered one after another, and the wreckage was scattered in all directions.

Countless demon figures were as cold as ice, standing neatly.

The eyes are hollow and lifeless, like a ruthless war machine, without the slightest fluctuation of human nature.

Ling Ke regarded the demon king as nothing, and looked at the demon standing straight, his eyes full of sadness.

Is this where they end up?

Is it fair to them?

Bai Yun and Boundless Desperate looked at Ling Ke and the others.

"The front line is tight, and I hope that a few friends can ignore the past suspicions. "

Help the tens of millions of people in Shanhai City.

Ling Ke frowned, temporarily letting go of his pity for the demon race.

"It is incumbent upon us. Lingling

was full of disdain.

"It's only seven, but it's not fun!" The

words as crisp as a bell made Ye Long and the three of them tremble again, and their eyes stared at this girl who was too beautiful to speak.

They know very well that this girl really has this strength.

Ling Ling took a quick step forward, and the spell of summoning the gods in his hand had already begun to condense, and he didn't forget to glance back at Ling Ke and smile.

"Are you coming or am I coming?"

Ling Ke was a little helpless.

You're like this, like you're giving me a chance......

Linglingqiao's face was full of joy, and she quickly called on her soul power to communicate with heaven and earth.

Between heaven and earth, the power of faith condensed, gradually forming a black-purple light cluster that gradually expanded, vibrating the surrounding air and emitting a low roar.

When the light cluster reached a large enough size, the spirit chanted a word and suddenly projected it forward.

The black-purple light sliced through the void and quickly merged into the battlefield.

A strong dark aura spread, enveloping the entire Shanhai City.

Lingling's eyebrows frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

"It seems to be ......"

"Got rid

of it?" "The magic of evoking the gods seems to absorb the power of faith on its own

, and it is already out of control!

A tall and majestic figure appeared in the light cluster, and the entire space instantly fell silent, full of terror and horror.

The figure was solemn and tall, holding a black sword engraved with ancient runes, from which a terrifying power emanated.

The black cloak covered his entire body, and his eyes flashed red, revealing endless cruelty and death.

Chen Jing's heart tightened, his eyes stared at the long sword in the black shadow's hand, and an irrepressible sense of fear surged in his heart.

"It's... This is the sword!"

he had seen from afar.

...... so far

It was also stuck in the walls ......of the Celestial City!

The demons, who were as cold as ice, suddenly fell to their knees, their eyes flashing with awe and reverence.

Their expressions were indifferent, their lips moved slightly, and they prayed silently, as if they had been carved out of stone, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, only piety and obedience.

With a cold expression and a pious look in his eyes, this strange scene made Chen Jing feel that these demons were like cold worship machines.

There is no individual freedom and will, only unconditional obedience and reverence.

The black shadow slowly turned around, and the blood light shone in his eyes, like a demon in the abyss, revealing the aura of cruelty and death.

"Ἐγώ εἰμι ὁ θάνατος! Ἄρης! Οἱ πιστοί ὑπήκοοί μου, τί με καλεῖτε νὰ πράξω."

The voice of the black shadow was low and cold, echoing in Shanhai City.

For a while, both humans and demons were silent under his powerful majesty.

Ling Ke was completely surrounded by shock, and froze in place.

No! Impossible

! The art of calling gods is to use the power of the soul to forcibly mobilize the faith of heaven and earth

! Every move is controlled by the caster, and there can be no spirit

! Even this ancient and mysterious language

! I had learned it before the revival of the aura

! Ancient Greek

! "I am the god of war! Ares! My loyal people, what is the matter of calling me?"

"The god of war in ancient Greek mythology?

", "The phantom of the god is out of my control", "

I don't know why this happened. I'm just trying to quickly condense the Evoking God and communicate with the strongest power of faith in heaven and earth!"

Ling Ling also looked extremely anxious, this was the first time she had lost control of the Evoking God Illusory.

The Summoning God has an autonomous consciousness

! It may devour the Lord! It may

even cause great damage to Shanhai City!

But this is not controlled by the spirits, so whose beliefs are they?

Ling Ke turned to look at the thousands of Shanhai City Terrans behind him, his eyes full of horror.

The people of the Dragon Kingdom! The people

of faith can be the emperor of men! They can be the heroes of the ages

! But only! It

can't be the Western God of War

! Shanhai City

! Lost!

Ling Ke and Lingling quietly glanced at each other, and began to reunite and summon the gods hand in hand.

Hopefully, it can solve his ......

Ye Long smiled freely, and his heart relaxed for no reason.

It's coming, it's coming!"

he stared at Ares' terrifying figure with a little madness.

"Hehe, Western God

?" "I don't know what to do with my Eastern Immortals?"

Ye Long resolutely took a step forward, and the nine-layer ladder appeared, and a layer of ripples appeared on the top ladder.

A slender sword slowly emerged from the ninth layer.

Countless stars and mysterious runes were engraved on the blade, and the quaint lines fell on the hilt for three points.

A

domineering intent suddenly appeared, once again shocking the entire battlefield.