"That's the God of Monsters, a deity with supernatural powers and the ability to change form. He has the strength, characteristics, and control of monsters. He symbolizes wildness, primitiveness, and power, and advocates violence and bloodshed."
The peach demon was very nervous. If so, the snake demon, ox demon and dog demon would be useless and he would have to be wary of their defection.
"That's right, he is extremely powerful, even the real gods can't do anything to him." He is just an indestructible cockroach, Dingdang added.
Fortunately, Feng Ling is the descendant of a divine beast and is not suppressed by him, otherwise it would be even more troublesome.
"Hey, isn't this the Son of God? You're addicted to being the Human Emperor. Your shadow is everywhere.
"Hey, you little turkey are really tenacious. You died again and again for a piece of ice, and now you want to die for him too. It's really touching!"
The evil man in red was nonchalant and started to complain about Huo Jinxing and Feng Ling.
"Bah! You pervert, it's still unclear who will live and who will die. There's nothing to say. Brothers, kill him!"
Feng Ling rushed forward with a sword in hand. If someone wanted her to die, she would strike first.
Seeing the appearance of the Gu Diao, Feng Ling had no time to think too much. Even if the fortune-stealing curse on Huo Jinxing was not cast by this person himself, it was related to him.
What Feng Ling was most worried about was whether the other party had done anything to Huo Jinxing's body again.
But even so, Huo Jinxing couldn't let Feng Ling go up, "You step back!" He attacked the evil god faster than Feng Ling.
"Go, protect the young master!"
"Charge! Protect His Majesty!"
"roar!!"
"grumble!!"
War breaks out, shouts of killing shake the sky, and the sky and the earth change color...
However, our army did not panic. They followed the formation they had arranged previously and coordinated with many people to attack the ferocious beasts, with very good results.
But after all, they are ancient species of ferocious beasts. Even if cultivators with spiritual power can resist their abilities, the second- and third-line soldiers cannot withstand them and will be injured.
Now, whether it is soldiers or monsters, there are slowly more and more casualties.
The seven Gu Diao did not participate in the battle. They guided the spell formation around the battlefield, absorbing the merits of living people, as well as the merits generated after the ferocious beasts and demon beasts were killed.
A large amount of golden light of merit gradually rose into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, flying towards the direction of the Saint Ann Military Camp?!
How could this be?! Isn't this a war led by the evil god? Why is the Light of Merit flying towards Saint Ann? Is the real mastermind over there?!
Feng Ling was angry and anxious, and chased the Gu Diao to break the formation, but it was easier said than done, as the opponent's target was not just on the battlefield.
The power of curse, plague, and miasma were like sticky air, carried by the Gu Diao to break through the guarded checkpoints and extend towards the Holy Family Kingdom.
Feng Ling also found the center of the formation. It was not on the Gu Diao, but on a small black egret.
Feng Ling didn't think twice and drew a complicated talisman array, continuously pushing it towards the heron. However, not far away, Huo Jinxing, who was fighting against the evil god, suddenly spit out blood from his heart with a "pu" sound, and fell from the sky as if he had lost weight.
Feng Ling felt a pain in her heart and turned her head as if she had sensed something. She just happened to see Huo Jinxing falling and couldn't help but get very anxious.
"His Majesty!"
The Imperial Master was horrified and flew over to catch Huo Jinxing's body.
"Hahaha, little turkey, you're really awesome! Don't even think about it. If you had broken the curse, the Son of God would have been dead for sure, and you'd have killed him with your own hands. Hahaha..."
The evil god stood in the air and laughed triumphantly, as if seeing others suffer was a pleasure for him.
Between the people of the world and the Son of God, who will Feng Ling choose?
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