Chapter 484 Disaster Strikes!

China. Shen Cheng.

Outside the villa on the top of the mountain, there was a cloud of darkness, and the mountain was in dilapidated condition. At the moment, there is a group of unidentified people blocking the door at the foot of the mountain, constantly attacking the formation.

The person leading the team was the Grandmaster of the Qian family, but the few people beside him were not weak, and each of them had reached the late stage of Transformation Realm. From time to time there was a roar outside the villa, and the dragon god incarnated into a formation spirit to resist with all his strength. This scene has lasted for more than half a month.

However, with the passage of time, the Flood Dragon God also became exhausted, his body's golden light was dim, his body and spirit were weak, and he might not be able to last long.

Inside the villa, everyone gathered in the living room without saying a word for a long time, in a gloomy mood. Wang Yinxiang, Lin Xiao and his wife, Kevis and others were sitting on one side. Everyone lowered their heads, not knowing what to say at this moment.

"Fortunately, there is the formation left by Boy Lin outside the villa, which can counterattack the attack of the gods. Otherwise, we would never be able to survive now. But judging from the current situation, this formation will not last long." Old Master Wang sighed .

The whole villa was besieged by this group of mysterious people for nearly half a month. The cultivation base of this group of people is not very high, and the strongest is only the young man named Lance Pope, who is a demigod. master.

And Mr. Wang, Kevis and Lu Beidou are all demigod-level masters, and together with Lin Xiao and his wife who have the cultivation level of transformation, they can easily win against the opponents. But things are not that simple.

Although there was only a demigod appearing on the opposite side, there was actually a real master of the gods standing behind them. Lu Beidou suffered a big loss in his first battle, and was wounded by the master of the gods.

Thanks to Lu Beidou's intensive cultivation of the physical body, he has a physical strength comparable to that of the gods, and other people would have been killed by a single move. Fortunately, there is Lin Lang's elixir in the villa, otherwise Lu Beidou will die that day.

"What should we do now? The Azure Dragon Formation can't last long now. When the formation is broken, we won't be able to escape." Old Master Wang looked at everyone solemnly.

Outside the villa is besieged by a god and many masters, the situation is not optimistic. Lin Xiao pondered for a moment, then asked Mr. Wang: "Father, how far are you from which realm? If the difference is not far away, we can take turns defending, and we can last for a few months."

"How can it be so easy to break through the divine realm? I need at least a year or so." Old Master Wang shook his head with a wry smile. It has not been easy to get to where we are today.

Two or three years to achieve the God Realm, if this speed is spread to the outside world, I am afraid it will scare people to death, but Mr. Wang is still not satisfied. After all, he needs too much time, and only by stepping into the divine realm can he rank among the world's top masters.

Lin Xiao was slightly disappointed. After all, all their hopes are pinned on Mr. Wang, as long as there is one of them who can stop the opponent, they will all survive and even win.

Time waits for no one!

"It's definitely not a good idea to sit and wait for death. The formation will collapse one day. Rest well tonight, and I will stop the opponent's master in the divine realm tomorrow morning. You should wait for the opportunity to escape." Mr. Wang thought for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

"Dad. You have the highest talent among us. You still have a chance to avenge us if you escape. Tomorrow, Xiaomei and I will be responsible for stopping that god-level expert. You run for your lives." Lin Xiao stood up with a firm tone. .

"You guys underestimate the power of the gods too much, you two together can't beat me alone, let alone the masters of the gods, the two of you will only be killed by one move in the end, and neither of you will be able to escape. "Old man Wang shook his head: "I'm an old man, I'd better leave the opportunity to you young people."

"dad!"

Wang Xiaomei spoke anxiously, but was interrupted by Mr. Wang with a wave of his hand, with a firm attitude: "Don't argue, I've made up my mind, I'll hold that God Realm back tomorrow, as far as you can run."

This night is destined to be sleepless. Everyone is intensively improving their own strength and getting ready for the final battle. What they are going to face is a real god, far beyond the reach of such little people as the grand master of the Qian family.

Early the next morning.

The mist was surging above the villa on the top of the mountain. In the haze, a group of people stepped out of the villa with firm steps from far to near. Lance Pope looked playful, and a smile appeared on Xie Mei's face.

"It finally appeared. I thought you would be able to hide until the end of time." The grandmaster of the Qian family smiled wildly, and stepped in front of several people, full of provocation.

"Where's the master behind you, let him come out and speak." Mr. Wang's gaze skipped over the grandmaster of the Qian family. He had never paid attention to such a clown.

"It's not enough for you to want to see him as an old man." Lance Chip smiled slightly, full of sarcasm. Mr. Wang remained expressionless, and looked at Lance Pope: "Then let me ask your Excellency, what kind of deep hatred is there between us, and it is worth mobilizing so many people to target our Wang family."

"There is no deep hatred." Lance Pope shook his head, and then he lowered his head, licked his lips with a scarlet tongue, and became emotional: "But I like the blood of warriors, the more advanced the blood of warriors, the more delicious it is , the sweeter it is, the more delicious it is!"

"In that case, the two of us are somewhat similar." Mr. Wang smiled casually, and Lance Pope's questioning gaze showed a hint of doubt. Mr. Wang said coldly: "I also wish to eat your flesh and drink your blood."

"You don't need to ask, Lin Youye offended me, so you have to pay for his actions." In the sky, a figure walked across the sky.

Come on, speak lightly.

As soon as he arrived, the field was immediately filled with coercion, and there was a faint air of supremacy. This is the realm of the gods, and only the strong in the realm of the gods can develop this kind of pressure.

"It turned out to be Lin Xiaozi's defeated general. You don't dare to trouble my grandson, so you can only use these despicable means to revenge his family, don't you?" Mr. Wang looked up at it, and the mountain collapsed without changing his face.

"You're wrong. It's not that I dare not take revenge on him, but that he died too early. I can only recover from you for what I suffered from him." Earl Wilson chuckled.

Hearing this, even though Wang Xiaomei and his wife had heard these rumors long ago, they still couldn't help feeling a pain in their hearts. Did the child who brought glory to the entire Wang family really encounter an accident...

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, Lin'er has great supernatural powers, he is not even his opponent in the divine realm, how could he die so easily." Wang Xiaomei's tears poured out unconsciously, rushing down thousands of miles. Lin Xiao just patted him on the shoulder lightly, forced a smile: "Don't worry, how many surprises our son has given us, he will always turn evil into good luck and come back to avenge us, isn't it?"

"Go ahead and dream. People who have been attacked by nuclear bombs may not even have bones left. It's a pity that you still have hope in him." Lance Feipu sarcastically.

"In the end, I'm still a despicable villain. If my grandson is still here, how can I allow you to act wildly, so what if you are a god." Old man Wang smiled disdainfully.

"Then I'll show you how powerful the God Realm is." Earl Wilson's face gradually turned cold. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a blood-colored palm print in the sky shrouded the mighty might of the sky.