Because I'm Afraid Of Pain, I Put All My Defenses On

Chapter 1372 The Big One Is One Thousand, The Small One Is Eight Hundred!

If you give up resistance below the holy realm, can you live ten years longer?

These are the words spoken by the roaring letter that emerged from the crack. The face on the paper was quite hideous and terrifying. After roaring in the mouth, it turned into a puddle of powder, cracked and dissipated with the wind.

"Only one hour!"

Li Xiaobai squinted his eyes and stared at the figure flickering in the crack above. The huge shadow disappeared, leaving only rows of black shadows holding sharp edges. The army that invaded the Zhongyuan Realm.

The one-hour preparation time seems to be an opportunity for the Zhongyuan Realm, but in fact it should be that it takes so much time for the immortal gods to suppress their own cultivation. Just waiting for the immortal gods to come across the realm will be the greatest disaster in the history of the Zhongyuan Realm.

"Lord Li Feng, what should we do?"

The suzerains of the various sects gathered on the top of the second peak of Jianzong, sat around Li Xiaobai and asked anxiously, now their backbone is only this young man in front of them.

"Mr. Li, there is only one immortal god, and the rest are all in the realm of the holy realm. Do we still have the strength to fight?"

A suzerain asked, this is the most concerned issue for everyone, whether they can have the power to fight is what they are most concerned about, and the gods have made it clear that only one fairy god can cross the border, and the rest of the soldiers are all soldiers. The cultivation base of the three sacred fires in the holy realm.

Although the cultivators in the Zhongyuan Realm are far from reaching the three divine fires in the Holy Land, that terrifying monster named Godzilla should be capable of fighting!

"The strength and cultivation base of the three sacred fires in the holy realm can resist the peak master. The key lies in the immortal god who came across the border. No one knows what realm the other party is. If they are similar, there may be some chances, but If the difference is too far, I'm afraid I have no chance of winning!"

"However, judging from the expression of that fairy god, it seems that the fairy god who is too powerful cannot cross the boundary, and the Zhongyuan world cannot support the too strong. It's the past."

Li Xiaobai said, everyone understands what he means, and everyone understands the truth, but the key is that even a monk who has cultivated three sacred fires in the holy realm cannot resist them, let alone the horror beyond the holy realm exists.

You must know that after reaching the Holy Realm, the improvement of each level of realm is very different, let alone crossing a whole big realm, and it may not be just a big realm, and it may surpass more. How to cope?

"Even if that fairy god is an uncertain factor, if Mr. Li can stop the soldiers of the other three sacred fires in the holy realm, I will wait for many sons and daughters in the Zhongyuan world to attack them, swarming up and taking advantage of the chaos to send a few people into the fairy god realm Guilt is not considered a failure, at least it can let the gods know the crimes committed by the gods!"

Yan Zuzi said so, he thinks that no matter how strong the immortal god is, he should not be able to kill the entire Zhongyuan world with one move. The conspiracy is self-defeating, of course, there is no way to do it, it is a gamble.

"That's the only way to go. The sect masters summoned their disciples to gather, marching and fighting in the rear, and the peak master and all the monks in the holy realm arrived at the front to block the first round of attacks from the gods."

Li Xiaobai said decisively, to be honest, these monks are useless, and their strength and cultivation base are too weak. The reason why they gather and fight in the rear position is just to protect them conveniently and prevent them from being slaughtered wantonly by the fairy world.

The necks of the high-ranking members of the super sects felt a chill on their necks, but they also knew that as the backbone of the Zhongyuan Realm, there was no way they could retreat. The sky was falling and the tall ones stood against them. Although they were not the tallest , but it is also the existence of the second line. If you don't fight in the front at this moment, you will be sorry for your ancestors' foundation, and you will also be sorry for the disciples and monks behind you.

"I hope to preserve a chance of survival."

Li Xiaobai looked at the crowd below, and said slowly, to be honest, they didn't have anything to prepare for, they just watched the performance in the upper world, when they made a move, they took the move, if they could catch it, they would save their lives, if they couldn't catch it, they would have to Die, it's that simple!

"Woof! Little ones, get ready for work!"

"Give Buddha a little bit of wit for a while, and run away when things go wrong!"

"Don't feel sorry for your elders, and don't feel sorry for that kid. Run away when you have to, their deaths are worth it!"

Ergouzi stood in front of many monks and disciples, and said slowly.

"Hehe, poor with one knife, rich with one knife, and grave with one knife!"

"Little ones, just chop people up as soon as you see them, and you're done with it, nothing else!"

Ji Wuqing yelled among the crowd, the chicken and dog were still out of tune as before.

Although what they said was inconsequential, it did not dampen the morale of the monks at all. Everyone was impassioned and excited.

"Yes!"

"I will definitely live up to expectations!"

"I said, if there is a fight, shall we run or not?"

The old beggar rubbed the embossed flowers, looking frightened. To be honest, he really didn't know what to do. With their little navigation, rushing up would be to deliver food, but there was nowhere to hide hide.

"Something really happened, just hide it in the chicken's stomach, what are you afraid of!"

Er Gouzi said very bachelorly, with Ji Wuqing's death-avoiding gold medal, it doesn't panic at all, as long as it is optimistic about the confrontation and doesn't lose it.

"Hush, the gods are about to cross the border!"

A strong man spoke out and scolded, and the field fell silent for a moment. The monks of the entire Zhongyuan Realm gathered here, but no one dared to speak loudly. They all held their breath involuntarily, stared up at the sky, and waited. The terrifying existence in that crack descended.

Needle drop can be heard!

An hour is fleeting, and the existence of the fairy world is ready to cross over. The sky is like a ceiling at this moment, and there are strides on it, as if there are countless people walking on it. .

Pairs of bronze combat boots appeared from the thick cracks, and gradually appeared in front of the eyes of the world.

"Clang!"

A warrior covered in bronze armor walked through the crack without any comfort. The world did not reject him, and his cultivation had already been suppressed by the three divine fires in the holy realm.

Bronze armor, holding a bronze spear, eyes like torches, and the whole body is filled with the ancient aura of time, like a warrior who has stepped out of endless time and space, exuding a strange aura neatly, that aura does not belong to the Zhongyuan Realm , This shows that what flows in the opponent's body is not the power of immortality.

"Tap Tat Tat!"

There are more and more bronze monks, and the helmets cover their heads so that they cannot see their true faces. Although their bodies are uneven, everyone is much taller than ordinary human monks, and they are almost as tall as two or three meters small. giant.

"coming!"

"Kill them all!"

With a thought in his mind, Li Xiaobai bought a thousand holy Godzilla in the system mall in an instant, top-fitting, with a golden helmet and armor, holding a Poseidon needle in his hand, and a small club in his hand manifested, and slammed towards the big drum on the golden chariot As soon as it was smashed, a barren and ancient atmosphere slowly spread, simple and majestic, inspiring, the power of the blood flowing in the bodies of countless monks in the field suddenly stirred up at this moment, and the muscles and bones roared together.

"The big one is one thousand, and the small one is eight hundred. If you kill one, you will be rewarded!"