Chapter 1801, the Power of Gods

Everyone was silent.

Even the old monk clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

"This sword made me seem to see the battlefield where the heavens once fought."

Yang Dingfeng's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it at all.

"Fuck!"

"I'm afraid this knife can split God in half!"

Lin Xi, Xia Yuyan...

Everyone was silent. At this moment, there seemed to be only that figure left in the world.

After a moment, Lancelot's body was reduced to nothingness.

The track of time gradually dispersed until the sky was completely closed, and everyone present was still unable to recover.

The saint has not yet left his mortal body.

Fight against the gods with a mortal body.

Lin Que really did it.

This undoubtedly creates a precedent for the East and the West, the entire world, and even the three realms!

Above the sky, Lin Que put away the Heavenly Punishment Sword.

At this moment, his body was dim and all the power in his body had been exhausted.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile.

"Behind every successful man, there is a woman who works silently."

"Morgana, you are great!"

Morgana: ...

Just after he finished speaking, his body suddenly shook, with disbelief in his eyes.

Lancelot's divine power surged, and his body solidified again.

Lin Que tried his best to kill him, but he still didn't kill him!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Lin Que!"

"You are so naive for trying to kill a god!"

"How can an ant like you understand the power of the gods?"

Under the battlefield, everyone was silent.

Although he failed to kill Lancelot, Lin Que's ability to do this was beyond their expectations.

Before everyone in the Fantuo Temple could react, Lancelot pointed his spear at an angle.

"Somebody come!"

With an order, countless figures walked out from among the believers behind them.

At the time of life and death, all the chivalry he had talked about before became empty talk.

Those believers surrounded Lin Que.

Mo Qingcheng and others' eyes were cold.

The old monk's Buddha's chant was low.

"Amitabha."

"Disciples of Fantuo Temple, obey my orders!"

"exist!"

"Keep Lin Que alive. If he dies, there will be no need for Fantuo Temple to have a foothold in the world!"

"yes!"

Thousands of monks were ready to move, but at this moment, the space above their heads rippled.

There are other forces appearing here!

Countless figures tore through the void and walked out, exuding a terrifying aura.

"American country, genetic warrior!"

Lin Que's pupils shrank when he saw the person coming.

Seeing this, Ye Ni and others rose into the air to guard Lin Que's side.

The leader, who was an old acquaintance of theirs, was holding a thunder hammer. He looked at Lin Que and the others with a sarcastic face, and sneered: "Lin Que, you are at the end of the road."

"It's better to surrender obediently."

Lin Que covered his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said weakly: "I should have killed you when we were in the turbulent sea area."

"snort."

Thor snorted coldly and gave an order. The genetic warrior behind him rushed out with overwhelming murderous intent.

The old monk had no intention of standing idly by and was just about to give the order to attack when shouts of killing began!

The source of the sound was a phalanx coming from Juechen from the western boundary.

The spears and horses, the cold light of the armor merged into one place, the momentum was menacing!

"Knights!"

In an instant, a phalanx of more than 4,000 people surrounded the old monk.

A tall figure stepped out on horseback, lifting the helmet mask on his face, exuding the power of the peak of a semi-saint.

"Monk, Fantuo Temple should not be involved in this matter."

"Thinking of you is also a person of faith."

"Leave now and I won't be in trouble."

The old monk's expression remained unchanged and he asked.

"Who are you?"

"Lance Lodge, son of the Knight of the Lake."

While announcing his name, he used all his energy to show his strength.

The power of the semi-saint swept the entire audience!

On the battlefield, the sense of killing that had just calmed down rose again!

The old monk clasped his hands together.

"You go and help Lin Que."

"Remember what I just said."

"yes."

Thousands of monks rose into the sky, but Lance Lodge did not stop them.

And there were so many people, he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to.

"Monk, if that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

The old monk smiled gently.

"If you want to stop me, you guys are not enough."

Lance Rocky came prepared this time, holding his spear high, and his deep voice spread throughout the audience.

"Array up!"

Rumble.

With the sound of horse hooves and smoke rising everywhere, four thousand people formed a mysterious battle formation with Lance Lodge as the core.

"This formation, called the Macedonian Battle Formation, comes from mortals."

"After I fused the power of a half-saint, it's more than enough to kill a saint!"

The old monk scanned for a long time, and his expression finally changed.

Each of these more than four thousand people has a good level of cultivation.

The tallest among them has already reached the half-step supreme state.

This formation is exactly what Lance Lodge said.

A small team of ten people, a squadron of one hundred people, and a large team of one thousand people.

Dismantling and merging each other, unpredictable.

Even the old monk felt great pressure.

Lance Rocky stopped trying to dissuade him and pointed his spear at an angle.

"kill!"

Cry to kill and detonate the battlefield!

"Amitabha!"

The old monk's eyes glowed with golden light, and the Buddha's teachings were overwhelming, soaking half of the sky.

Kneading with one hand, Sanskrit symbols are wrapped between the palms of the fingers.

He struck out with a palm, and the void twisted.

This blow is enough to easily destroy a mid-level Supreme Realm man!

But the oncoming hundred-man squadron showed no intention of retreating.

Their powers merged into one, and they were able to resist this killing move.

The old monk clearly felt that under the leadership of Lance Rocky, his power was dispersed and drawn to the entire battle formation!

The pressure of one person is shared by four thousand people!

This is the true power of the Macedonian battle formation!

Of course, the hundred-man squadron was unscathed and had already charged forward.

The cold light of the spear is coming in an instant!

The old monk also refused to dodge, and the Sanskrit writing on his palm became even brighter.

The body of King Kong is fully exposed, and the spear is shaken hard!

when! when! when!

The sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard, and the sharp spear tip could not even leave a white mark on his body.

Afterwards, the old monk fell into an endless fierce battle.

The human sea tactic also has disadvantages. Even if he is surrounded from all sides, he will still face the attack of dozens of people at the same time.

but.

Killing takes time.

Escape is absolutely impossible.

He has fallen into an abyss of quagmire, and the outcome is predictable.

His strength was exhausted and he was stabbed to death with a spear.

Above the sky, the situation is also not optimistic.

Thor activated Mjolnir, turning a thousand miles around into a sea of ​​thunder.

The power of this thunder and lightning is far inferior to the thunder method used by Kunlun Mountain Qi Sheng.

But while resisting, everyone also had to protect the exhausted Lin Que, which was very difficult.

Moreover, those genetic warriors belong exclusively to Thor and can actually be fused with thunder and lightning.

One after another, burly bodies shuttled through the sea of ​​thunder, appearing and disappearing. Mo Qingcheng and others were caught off guard with every move they made.

After a few rounds, everyone will be lucky!

Thor's arrogant voice sounded in the sky.

"Lin Que, give up!"

"You will definitely die today."