One man shot and rushed towards the Zhenling Army. Yang Fanhai had already given everything. He ignored everything else and had only one belief in his heart: he would never allow the worst result to appear.

At this time, he was not fighting for himself or the Shang Dynasty, but fighting for the dignity of the human race. Maybe he would fail, die, or even lose his soul, but at least he had to let the immortals know that the human race should never be deceived.

We must also leave a spark of faith for the human race in the world. Someone once fought for the future of the human race.

Every true spirit has its own divine position, and it can be used to borrow the power of the divine position to be stronger than before. Many people even have the power of the Immortal King. That kind of overwhelming attack is even more terrifying than the joint efforts of the four previous immortal kings.

What's even more strange is that the power in the bronze block is already useless to these true spirits. They came out of the list of gods, are no longer immortals, monsters, demons, or witches, but gods, a kind of cultivator who has new power under the power of the heavenly way.

Such an attack would have a sense of doomsday catastrophe. If it were others, they would not be able to resist unless they had the ability of a saint. But at this moment, Yang Fanhai had become even more terrifying, and he, who had activated his devouring body, turned into a killing machine.

The God-killing Gun has the effect of attacking the soul, which is to restrain the true spirit. The devouring energy robs the heaven and earth's energy and blocks the divine power from exerting power.

Hanging in the air, stirring up the vitality of heaven and earth, Yang Fanhai's cave wings interspersed in the sky. Behind him, the true spirit of the four phenomena, the blue dragon power, the white tiger power, the vermilion bird power, and the black tung power appeared.

The four symbols are united, the universe is reversed, and the long hair is standing upside down, like a mad demon. When you look up at the sky and roar, the heaven and earth are shaken, and the immortals and gods change their colors.

The God-killing Spear pointed at was beyond the point. Except for hesitating in front of Princess Longji for a moment, the other true spirits became the past in an instant and returned to the God-Top List.

The sound of the drums was frightened by the gods and demons. Bo Jian's eyes were filled with tears, and he beated wildly. He no longer knew how tired or tired he was. He could not get into such a battle, and he could only rub his own strength into the drum sound to Yang Fanhai's help.

The landslides and tsunamis were filled with mad momentum, and the waves of air were vented, which affected the Western Zhou camp. Countless soldiers died on the spot, and even those monks and generals were either dead or injured.

Such a war god could not stop it... Everyone was frightened and vaguely saw the majestic posture of the first general in the heavens in the past.

When the true spirits dissipated, the sky was dark and the earth was dark. Yang Fanhai soared into the sky from the rocks of the corpse mountain and landed on a big stone like a sharp sword. He whistled to the sky: "The Yang family's big man is here, who dares to fight?"

Everyone was shocked, Jiang Ziya was shocked, and Taoist Ran Deng was shocked. He had all his tricks and had no other way. Everyone had already lost. Fighting alone, I'm afraid that ten of them would not be Yang Fanhai's opponents in front of him.

As the world is quiet, the wind and clouds change, no one dares to make a sound. Jiang Ziya trembled all over. His great achievements and reputation for being famous for the past eternal period were actually destroyed in this last city, and he dared not.

No one dared to deal with it, suddenly a mysterious light flew from the sky and fell into Jiang Ziya's body. The heaven and earth were quiet, and although the four phenomena were thunderous, the heaven and earth were energetic, making a terrible explosion.

Jiang Ziya rose up in the air, her clothes drifted, her white hair moved without the wind, and her breath became extremely strange.

"Yuanshi Tianzun!"

Yang Fanhai felt a feeling in his heart, glared at the tiger's eyes and roared. He had had close contact with Yuanshi Tianzun and felt the aura of this saint. He knew that the other party had used the method of controlling souls to come here, and he was preparing to fight with him directly with the help of Jiang Ziya's body.

Not only him, but in an instant, other lights came from all directions and fell into the bodies of the Yu Ding Zhenren and several other Western Zhou generals. Auras soared into the sky, and saints from all sides used this method to arrive at the battlefield. Not only Yuanshi Tianzun, Taishang Laojun and Shunti Taoist, but also Tongtian Master.

In addition to attracting the future of Taoist people, the aura of the four saints shakes the world.

The leader of Tongtian Sect controlled the Yu Ding Zhenren to stand beside him holding the Jue Xian Sword. He seemed to be unintentional to take action, just to see the situation.

The Grand Master of Xuandu was controlled by the Taoist Master Zhunti, and the Taoist Master Zhunti controlled Wei Hu. He looked at Jiang Ziya, controlled by Yuanshi Tianzun, and without saying a word, he joined forces to show his hand. A huge palm condensed in the void and slapped Yang Fanhai.

They are saints and it is impossible to use a discussion tone to a monk, even if this person is the human god of war. Since the previous negotiations have failed, they can only kill them.

No matter what rumors will flow out today, as long as the merits are fulfilled today, everything can disappear invisibly.

Was that the method of the saints, or was it the joint force of three saints, one of the palms condensed the power of heaven and covered the world of heaven and earth, and had nowhere to escape, and Yang Fanhai had no intention of escaping.

"The Yang family's Dalang is here, who dares to fight!"

With a loud roar, Yang Fanhai soared into the sky with the God-killing spear in his hand and killed the huge palm. With his own strength, the immortal clan was completely dead. He wanted three saints to join forces to kill, and everything was enough.

Manpower is sometimes poor, even Yang Fanhai cannot escape. The joining forces between the three saints is so terrifying. The arrogant and terrifying figure only stayed under the huge palm for only a breath, and was instantly shot into the ground.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The earth was shaking, the sky changed in color, and the earth was squirming, like a tide rushing towards the huge palm. The power of the saint was still continuing, and he was crazily bombarding the target in the heart of his chest.

That is the power of a saint, representing the power of heaven. No one can stop it, let alone the three saints join forces, even the emperor can kill it.

When the world was calm and the wind stopped and the rain stopped, a mountain appeared in front of Chaoge City, covering everything.

“Buzz!”

With a long sound, the God-killing Spear descended from the sky and landed before Zhou camp, making waves of wail, like songs and tears.

It's over...it's finally over... everyone was frightened, even as strong as the Taoist Duobao who returned to the battlefield and Kong Xuan who had just escaped.

The crazy human war god was finally defeated and died, but like those of them with extraordinary cultivation, even Taoist Ran Deng did not feel much joy. A war was beaten like this, and three saints would have to take action to resolve it in the end. They really had no face to be happy.

Even though he is defeated, he is still honored. No one doesn’t think he should describe Yang Fanhai like this.

After looking at the figures standing in the void and being dominated by the saint, Kong Xuan snorted coldly, spat a saliva, and was about to return.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the ground, and another earth-shaking sound was heard. Everyone was stunned and suddenly heard the sound of banging and shattering. Following the sound, they saw a huge crack appearing on the mountain transformed by the saint, which broke in the blink of an eye and broke out.

Goodbye, a figure stepped on a magical picture, holding a long sword in hand, protected by four black figures, slowly rising from the mountain where there was broken.

"The Yang family's Dalang is here, who dares to fight!"
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