"Quick! Everyone, come closer to me! I feel like I'm full of strength right now!"
The clown raised his sickle and told his clones to hurry up and deliver.
Everyone reluctantly stepped back and distanced themselves from him.
The clown's face fell when he saw this: "What are you standing there for? Come and deliver!"
The clones cursed.
I can deliver on my own initiative, that's freedom.
But if you force me to deliver, the nature of the problem changes.
The clown found himself suddenly becoming a hated person, as if he had really become a clown.
"Okay, okay!"
"Then I'll do it myself!"
The clown picked up his sickle and ran straight to the clone closest to him.
"Come here to replenish your medicine!"
"I'm really convinced. When can I heal my friends?"
"Which idiot invented this dog-sun soul bead?"
"A clown or a magician, if you can get one, you can get the world. The circus is really a blessing from the previous life."
"..."
While speaking, the clown has rushed into the group of clones, and he started to cut leeks frantically.
In just a few breaths, more than 20 old guys have been killed by the knife.
The ninth-level warrior who was about to attack the clown was stunned.
Could it be a friendly army?
Several people immediately communicated privately.
"Do you know him?"
"No."
"I haven't seen him either."
"Maybe there is internal disharmony, this is a good thing."
Two of them joined forces to fight against the King of Dharma.
The remaining ninth-level warrior was ready to take the opportunity to beat the drowning dog.
His blood and energy burst out, and a fist hit the top of the clone's head.
Swish——
A blood-red blade came through the air, shattering the fist of the ninth-level warrior.
The man was puzzled.
Is this man sick?
The clown, who had eaten the blood bag, walked slowly with a sickle.
"I can move them."
"But you can't move."
The sickle drew a blood-red crescent in the air and went straight to the man's head.
The clone next to him put his hands together in front of his chest and sighed: "You are so manly, clown~"
The clown staggered and almost dropped the sickle in his hand.
A blood-red blade nailed the clone to the ground, chilling his heart.
The king of law pulled the corner of his mouth: "This is even more manly."
The man and the clown began to exchange opinions fiercely.
It was obviously an eighth-level aura, but he could fight back and forth with him, a ninth-level warrior.
The clown raised his lips: "Do you understand the value of the king-level soul beads?"
The man's eyes fixed, and his skin suddenly hardened, reflecting the metallic luster.
Talent, Iron Man.
The clown shook his head: "This is the worst talent I have ever seen. I am ashamed to take it."
Although he said so, his face instantly became exactly the same as the other party's.
Then, the clown's whole body also turned into metal.
The man looked like he had seen a ghost.
At this moment, he felt like he was looking in the mirror.
Before he could come back to his senses, the Iron Clown had already rushed up.
As the battle progressed, the man found that what he could do, the other party could do it too, and in some places he even did better than him.
They were taught by the same master, and there was no way to break the trick.
"Come and help me!"
The man asked his teammates for help.
But his two teammates were also unable to split up and were trapped in the thunder domain of the King of Magic.
In addition to guarding against the thunder that may appear at any time, they also have to guard against the kidney-slicing guests that appear from time to time.
This guy is really too shady, specializing in the lower three roads.
The elder who was observing secretly showed displeasure.
The ancient clan has been at ease for too long.
Those present are all strong people standing at the top of the pyramid of the ancient clan.
They are pampered in their daily lives, but now they can't even deal with opponents of the same level.
If a war of gods really breaks out, they are afraid that they will not even be qualified to be cannon fodder.
Qin Ze on the cloud is in an invincible shelter space.
He found that there were not as many level nine warriors in the southern area as he imagined.
Before, there were only five, not counting the old man of the Night Clan, and now there are only two more.
Except for the three level nine warriors who quickly rushed into the center, the rest are still fighting wits and courage with the fog of war and the plague pollen of Ah Bing on the periphery.
They are obviously very strong, but they are very cautious.
Every step into the fog must be carefully considered.
Qin Ze shook his head: "How can such a group of insects fight against the strange god?"
"It's time for the second male lead to go on stage."
As the behind-the-scenes director, planner, screenwriter and male lead, Qin Ze controlled the rhythm of the entire performance.
"Got it."
The anxious Devourer Brother emerged from the void and fell into the space formation.
Then he quickly formed seals with both hands and planned to sink into the underground space where the North Heaven Gate was located.
Seeing this, the elder's face was terribly gloomy.
The ancient clan was indeedSomething went wrong.
The other party actually knew the gesture to open the formation, which only a few high-ranking people in the black market would know.
The elder did not hide any more. He determined that Brother Swallow was the mastermind behind the scenes, and exploded on Brother Swallow's head with the scorching sun fire.
Whoosh——
The fire wave of dozens of meters high hit Brother Swallow fiercely.
Brother Swallow was pushed out of the space formation. He looked at the translucent treasure box hanging on the waist of the elder and said, "The Chaos Pearl is on him."
Qin Ze saw the Chaos Pearl on the waist of the elder through Brother Swallow's perspective. It was the same as the one of the Night Clan.
The slightly different thing was that the color of the blood of the God of Wilderness on the Chaos Pearl of the elder was much darker.
"Who are you?"
The elder stood in the air, his whole body wrapped in the scorching sun fire.
Compared with Brother Swallow's huge body, the elder seemed to have just finished school from kindergarten.
The only response to the elder was Brother Swallow's fist.
Light-speed punches rained down, most of which hit the elder's waist.
"Sure enough, they are coming for the Chaos Pearl."
Seeing Brother Devour's small movements, the elder was more certain that this group of people came with bad intentions.
The elder dealt with Brother Devour's attack with ease, and he said in a deep voice: "The old era world that has just opened, or the lackeys of the strange god?"
Brother Devour still said nothing, but his hands moved faster and faster.
The elder was more inclined to the latter, because the aura of these people was too weird.
Obviously severely polluted by the soul pearl, but still able to retain a complete and clear consciousness.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.
"If you don't accept the toast, you will drink the penalty."
"In that case, then I will ask the spirit myself."
Boom——
The scorching sun fire that burst out from the elder's fist pressed Brother Devour to the ground, burning half of his body.
After controlling Brother Devour, the elder's spiritual power devoured Brother Devour like a flood.
"You only have brute force."
The elder prepared to forcefully ask the spirit.
This method can only work if the spiritual power is much higher than the opponent.
And the information obtained by forcibly asking the spirit is not complete.
But this is enough for the elder.
At this time, blood rain suddenly fell from the sky.
Then, one after another, the enchanting flowers drifted in the blood rain.
It is not difficult to observe carefully that there is a human face in the center of each flower.
Either crying or laughing.