The Chosen Game

Chapter 1020 The God of Ziwei is with me!

Yan Guang immediately sat cross-legged in the void, with a faint blue light emitting from his body, and began to sense the situation in the city below.

Mi Tian, ​​Xin You and the others held him firmly in the middle.

A gray-white mist appeared out of thin air and spread rapidly in all directions.

In the next moment, those strong natives rushed towards this side like tarsal maggots.

However, among these strong natives, the most powerful one is only a first-time saint. Under the blockade of Mi Tian, ​​Xin You and others, they simply cannot rush through.

This time, after 5 seconds had passed, Xin You's face changed, and he said, "Here! That cold salary is in this city!"

As soon as Xin You said this, Mi Tian immediately lifted his spirits!
Found it, finally found it!
Mi Tian roared: "Everyone, please help me break this city together!"

When he said this, Mi Tian's body rapidly inflated like an inflated balloon!
10 meters...100 meters...1000 meters...

His skin quickly turned gray-brown like bark, and the pores all over his body also turned into big trees with luxuriant branches and leaves.

Only this time, instead of turning into a forest, he turned into a huge treant with a height of over 20 kilometers.

Xin You could clearly perceive that under the giant's feet, there were countless roots growing. These roots were deeply rooted in the soil, continuously providing the tree man with nutrients from the earth.

This giant with terrifying height raised his hands high, and above him, a huge black ax that matched his figure appeared instantly, and he held it tightly in his hand!
Seeing this scene, Xin You couldn't help squinting his eyes.

This huge black ax can change its size along with Mi Tian. It is obvious that this is a great weapon that has already recognized its owner, and it is a complete great weapon.

However, this is also normal, Mi Tian is a peak saint, and it is really nothing surprising that a peak saint can own a complete weapon of greatness.

At this time, the mighty green dragon also manifested.

The blue dragon that had transformed into its body was also huge, with a length of more than 10 kilometers. It was surrounded by clouds and mist, and the huge and ferocious dragon's head opened, aiming at the city below.

It can be faintly seen that there is a cloud of blue light gathering in its mouth.

With a roar, Mi Tian held a black giant ax in both hands, and in a posture of chopping Huashan with all his strength, he slashed down fiercely!
In an instant, the entire sky was torn apart, and a huge space crack appeared.

The black giant ax fell on the mask below, and there was a loud bang, as if dozens of nuclear bombs were detonated at the same time, the mask shook violently, and the place where the giant ax touched the mask, A group of rays of light brighter than the sun burst out, and the energy shock wave spread in all directions.

For a moment, the ground outside the mask was directly lifted up, and then disintegrated in mid-air, fragmented, and turned into dust.

The moment Mi Tian shot, his green dragon also shot at the same time, a large group of misty blue light was spit out by it, and the electricity shot towards the large protective formation above the city.

The collision between this group of cyan light and the protective formation did not cause such a big commotion.

It's just that at the place where the cyan light came into contact with the light shield of the city moat, the light curtain boiled violently like boiling water.

Xin You, Yan Guang, Shi Mo, and Zhong Wuya also made moves one after another.

What Xin You comprehended was time. He didn't master any particularly powerful means of attack. He just took out his Qinglong Saber, dodged in front of the light curtain of the city, and then, under the blessing of the slow state, he slashed fiercely with each knife. Towards the light curtain in front of him.

At this moment, in this city.

In the dim hall, Han Xin was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding the blood-red blood bead in his hand, his eyes were drooping, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The blood that filled his surroundings had become thicker, as if a river of blood was floating in mid-air.

"Han Sheng! Those chosen ones are attacking the city! They are all saints, including Mi Tian, ​​the peak saint!" A voice sounded from outside the hall, looking a little anxious.

Standing outside the main hall and reporting to Han Xin was the middle-ranked saint who was in charge of the defense of the city.

Han Xin slightly opened his eyes, his pupils no longer looked like two black holes that could absorb all light, but turned into two bottomless pools of blood.

"How long can the big formation in this city last?" Han Xin said indifferently.

"It can last for another 3 minutes at most. Although the enemy has few people, the attack is really too powerful, especially that Mi Tian who turned into a huge tree man, he..."

"I see, you step back, don't be distracted, just hold on to this city for me for 3 minutes." Han Xin interrupted the words of the middle saint of the aborigines, and said indifferently.

"Okay, Saint Han, I will guard this city for you for 3 minutes!" The middle-ranked saint of the aborigines saluted Han Xin outside the main hall, and then burst into dots of light before disappearing. up.

Obviously, what came to report was not his body, but his incarnation.

His body should have been hiding in an inconspicuous corner of the city, trying to maintain the operation of the moat formation.

After the middle saint of the aborigines retreated, he had completely turned into the poor salary of a blood man, and whispered in an inaudible voice: "The conditions are ripe, it is time to take this step .”

After that, he flipped his hands over, took out a jasper-like communication magic weapon, and said in a very solemn tone: "Everyone, for the prosperity and prosperity of our clan, it is time for us to take this step. God, be with me!"

After saying these words, he put this communication magic weapon into the storage ring again, and the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly curled up, revealing a sneer.

He continued to mutter in a voice that only he could hear: "Stupid chosen ones, do you think that if you see through my plan and don't kill those people, you can stop my plan? How naive! ! Today, all of you are going to die, and you all have to become nutrients on my road to becoming the strongest!"

At this moment, those aborigines who were trapped by the fog and could not effectively restrain Mi Tian and his party took out their communication magic weapons from their storage rings.

Han Xin's low and solemn voice came from their magic weapon of communication.

"Everyone, for the prosperity and prosperity of our clan, we should take this step. The God of Ziwei is with me!"

(End of this chapter)