Gamers Are Fierce

   Chapter 1203 God King

  As the wild lion lifted its forefoot, dense cobweb-like cracks appeared quietly in the surrounding space. Every crack shone with scarlet blood.

  The alarm bell in the mind of talent is a masterpiece, and I dare not have any hesitation, directly activate the life-saving teleportation skill, and flash to the rear thousands of meters away.

  However, the wild lion seemed to expect that he would dodge in that direction, and pointed forward slowly and quickly.

   Click, click, click—

The cobweb cracks scattered in the    space spread rapidly along the direction of the wild lion’s forward finger, and the back hair first caught up with the talented figure, weaving a spherical cage around him.

  The crack itself, after a delay of less than half a second, expanded sharply, emitting extremely hot and raging flames.

  Winter God·Xuanming!

  Under the crisis, Ju Talent suddenly widened his eyes, and the dark brown eyes were instantly replaced by clear dark blue.

  The skin and clothing on the body surface also turn into clear ice crystals.

  The severe winter is tragic, the cold air is bitter, the wind is not coming, Xuanming palms snow.

  The frontal collision between the mysterious power of the mysterious gods and the wild lion and demon fire caused countless fine ice to condense in the space.

  The wild lion looked indifferently at the talented man, who was struggling to support him in the fire cage thousands of miles away, and gently tapped his fingertips forward.

  Boom!

   The majestic and substantive demon power, pouring out in the form of black mist, shrouded in the sky above the talent. It ignites instantly from top to bottom and turns into a pillar of fire.

  The high temperature generated by the fierce fire directly evaporates the water contained in the surrounding trees, turning the branches of the trees into coke. The flames themselves eroded a large, invisible, pitch-black hole with a diameter of ten meters in the ground.

  However, Huang Shi’s face did not show any joy.

  The cage was broken free.

  He panned his gaze to the right. Through the towering trees of the primitive jungle, he could clearly see that Ju Tiantian was sitting leaning against the root of a certain tree.

  The surface of the latter was on fire, the corners of his clothes were shining with red light from burning, and his face was covered with porcelain-like cracks—the result of being corroded by the demon power of the wild lion.

  A rope was tied around his waist, and the other end of the rope was held in the hand by the sudden appearance of the killing courtyard.

While loosening the rope at random, the rope turned into a little white light, while using the technique of sound transmission, he quickly said to the talent: "This is the heart of giants. Since two hours ago, there have been players from different worlds, and suspects. The transcendents of the gods and saints came here and killed each other.

  The wild lion killed all the others and lived to the end.

  I suspect that there may be a certain mechanism in the heart that will be opened at a certain time. If you control the mechanism, you can gain control of the giant, just like the last door fight. That's why those transcendents will fight for this. "

  "The mechanism that controls the giant"

  Ju Talent just wanted to inquire, but was interrupted by the killing house waved his hand.

  The latter stepped forward and said loudly to the wild lion: "It's been a long time since I have seen you, lord of the wild lion, why didn't you see the monsters next to you this time?

  I have a prop that may be able to solve the magic sunflower. If you are interested, maybe we can trade for peace for the time being."

   "They are all dead."

The wild lion took a step with no expression, and the increasingly powerful demon power turned into substance, like a dark cloud covering the sky and the sun, across the distance of kilometers, horizontally pressing on the heads of the killing courtyard and the natural talent, making the two breathe. A stagnation.

   "They are all dead."

  The tone of the wild lion gradually became low, and the black cloud of evil spirit came under the pressure, and it ran over the tallest trees in the jungle, causing the dense branches and leaves to quietly turn into powder.

  The killing house and Ju Tiantian's complexion changed suddenly, and they were shocked to realize that their bodies seemed to have fallen into the sticky glue, making it difficult to move. Some items in the inventory cannot be used either.

  The black cloud has the ability to block space transmission and prohibit escape.

  After the gate-fighting battle, what adventure did the wild lion get?

  Ju's talent clenched his teeth, his thoughts turned sharply, thinking about whether there was any other way to rescue himself from the current predicament besides using the last and most critical hole card.

  Fortunately, his hesitation did not last long.

  Zheng—

  The sound of breaking through the air sounded from above. A spear-like weapon more than five meters obliquely fell from high altitude, penetrated into the center of the battlefield, penetrated heavy fallen leaves, and dug deep into the rock formation.

  It was a long and narrow spear with a long and ancient atmosphere. The handle was a simple wooden stick, and the head of the spear was shiny with golden light, engraved with Luen characters.

  This breath

  Judging from the talent, the spear is also attached with rich divine power, and its level is by no means lower than the mysterious power that he possesses.

  Considering the shape of the spear itself

  The eternal spear used by Odin, the main **** of Northern Europe, which is inevitable and called'Meteor', Kungunir?

  In the killing field game, there are many spear weapons, and there are also imitations of the eternal spear that have the attribute of inevitable causality.

  Such as the piercing spear of death thorns, etc.

  But only this one can bring the feeling that the divine power of the talented body has been suppressed.

  At the scene, I saw the wild lion that Kungunil crashed into the air. The pupils were also constricted. Since the Eternal Spear has appeared, its user must be nearby.

  Boom!

   A thunderbolt lit up in the sky, and a burly figure wearing a blood-stained gold armor and riding an eight-legged steed flashed out of the thunder.

  He wears a blindfold and a beard, his expression is angry and unpretentious, his only one eye is shining with never-ending thunder,

  Although one of his right arms was broken, the golden armor was full of cracks, and the amber blood constantly seeped from it.

   But its aura still made the surrounding air slowly solidify, and the Ju talent below felt that the skin on the top of his head was about to tear apart—that was an instinctive reaction when Xuanming's divine power was strongly threatened.

  The knight who appeared in the thunder, his unique shape, and the mighty power that surrounds him all prove his identity.

  Odin, the king of the gods of the Asa Protoss.

  To be precise, it is the saint of Odin.

  The talent can feel the majestic divine power and pure divinity contained in the opponent.

  The saint suspected of Odin is indeed far better than him in strength, but it has not reached the level that makes him feel that he is utterly utterly destroyed after a glance.

  The other party is more like a human saint who has inherited Odin’s divinity, has some of Odin’s traits, and has a similar way of thinking—only when the divinity is completed can he become a true king of God.

  In a sense, it replaces the dead gods, or integrates with the will left by the dead gods.

  The talent of Habitat has no leisurely thinking about whether the "sage" has become a god, whether it is a disguised body that has been taken away.

  He only saw that Odin lowered his head and looked down at the world. When his gaze swept across the human saint of the winter **** Ural, there was a trace of sadness, anger, and

   A trace of strong unwillingness.

  In the next second, the head of the Saint Odin burst open in mid-air, connecting with the eight-legged horses who sat down, turning into blood fog in the air.

  (End of this chapter)