Return from the second dimension

Seeing Robert rushing towards the altar like a madman, Captain Tiger and his companions would hesitate. They roared together and rushed up with their sabers.

At this moment, they did not have any fear, only the heart of the same enemy.

From the day they met each other, they have moved forward and retreated together. When they have never let their partners suffer from the enemy, they can completely give their backs to their partners.

Unless their companions fall, they only need to face the enemy in front of them!

Although they have never made the vow of life and death to each other, they have used actions to show their attitude, that is, they will never watch their companions get into a dangerous situation, but they choose to sit on the sidelines.

Right now, the little bird has already taken a step forward, and Captain Tiger's hearts are extremely sad, and their hearts are filled with anger and sorrow.

Although they had known that they would die somewhere in battle one day, no one thought that it was not themselves who would go first, but the little bird, the girl they cared for like a sister.

She is not an adult, and her future life is still very long, but...

"Little bird, brother will take revenge for you!"

The big Yalong man roared from his mouth, and a war knife swung like a whirlwind, rampaging through the dense dark spirit bodies, forming a fire dragon wherever it passed, and the scene of those dark spirit bodies burning.

The tiger captain, green eyes, rabbit ears, and other companions who get along day and night are like crazy demons at this moment, beheading the dark spirits that are rushing to them one after another.

They are like a group of desperate wolves, bursting out with a frightening violent aura, pushing all the way to the altar.

At the same time, hundreds of contract monks joined the battle at the same time, relying on the demon-killing weapon that has lethal damage to the spirit body, to kill the dark spirit body in pieces!

The "battle ship" formed by five hundred contract monks went forward in the ocean formed by the dark spirit body. Under their impact, the dark spirit body, which almost covered half of the sea of ​​bones, melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. .

The lord of the Holy Dragon City behind, all quietly watched the scene in front of him, but he was helpless.

The reason why these aboriginal monks were brought together in this slaughter of gods was mainly because the entrance to the small world of the aboriginal gods, only those with keen perception among the aboriginals had the opportunity to discover.

The other reason is that if you want to eliminate the indigenous gods and believers who guard the entrance of the small world, you must also take the action of the indigenous monks. If outsiders intervene, it will inevitably lead to the rejection and suppression of the power of this world.

Once that is the case, the strength that the monks of the Holy Dragon City can exert is not even as good as these indigenous monks!

Even if Tang Zhen took the shot himself, he would encounter similar treatment, and even the force of suppression and rejection would be stronger.

Only by breaking the entrance of the small world, Tang Zhen and others can let go of their hands and feet to their heart's content and smash the small world of the indigenous gods!

Therefore, the success of this operation is very important for these contract monks. In order to allow them to give full play to their own strength, Holy Dragon City will make an exception and equip them with valuable standard equipment.

And these contract monks did not disappoint Tang Zhen, because they had rushed to the vicinity of the altar in just ten breaths.

Without any hesitation, these contract cultivators immediately divided into two teams, one group was responsible for blocking the rushing dark spirit body, the other group took out the demon-breaking grenade tacitly, and smashed the statue of Namira together.

"boom!"

The fierce flames skyrocketed, and Namira's idol was directly wrapped, and in the raging fire, there was a sudden and earth-shattering roar.

In the burning flames, Namila's statue of about ten meters high jumped directly out of the flames, dragging her scorched body, brandishing her saber and rushing towards the contract monk.

The various monsters that had been crawling under its feet also moved at this moment, staring at blood-red eyes, covered in black energy, and launched an attack following Namira.

Facing the furious idol, the contract monks did not back down. Some of them were responsible for the frontal obstruction. Some contract monks behind took off their rifles and fired on the idols.

The dense barrage rushed towards the idols like water splashing, countless fragments were knocked down, and the dark idols instantly became dilapidated.

"Ants!"

Namila, who was damaged in many parts of her body, sprayed black smoke in her eyes and roared in her mouth. The huge war knife engulfed the darkness and filth, and smashed several contract monks fiercely.

Those contract monks could not dodge, and could only raise their swords and shields to block, but they were directly knocked upside down and flew out, their entire bodies covered in black aura and living creature-like filth.

After they fell to the ground, they spurted blood in their mouths, their expressions were constantly struggling, as if they were resisting the invasion of this dark power.

Just as the living darkness was about to cover their heads, and their eyes became pitch black and full of evil and filth, a Holy Dragon City lord appeared like lightning and reached out to grab these contracted monks.

Looking at his cultivation base aura, he is clearly a nine-star lord who is only one step away from the king level!

A series of spiritual powers turned into big hands, directly penetrated into the bodies of these contract cultivators, and then abruptly pulled out the darkness and filth directly.

In the great hand of the spiritual power of the Lord of the Holy Dragon City, those dark auras that resemble living creatures are constantly struggling, making a low but disturbing roar.

The lord of the Holy Dragon City laughed grinningly, and flames spread out with his spiritual power, directly burning these things to ashes!

Looking at the injured contract cultivators, although they were still vomiting blood and groaning, they no longer worried about being seized and possessed. With the protection of the armor, they would not lose their lives.

After simply holding on to these contract monks, and squeezing a pill into the mouth, the Lord of the Holy Dragon City was in the shape of electricity again to treat other wounded contract monks.

These guys still have a big effect, but they can't die easily!

Although the contracted monks were injured one after another, they also achieved obvious results. Namira’s idol has been beaten to pieces, one arm is missing, half of his head is shattered, and two large parts appear on the waist and chest. hole!

If this is not a statue of the gods and souls, but a real body, I am afraid that it is not far from death at this time.

Even so, the attacking power of this idol was greatly reduced, and the angry and futile roar continued in his mouth, but it was ushered in more fierce attacks from the contract monks!

Robert is even more desperate, always rushing to the front line of the attack, throwing out a magic scroll from time to time.

Even though he had been stepped on by the idol during the period, he still gritted his teeth and got up, showing his teeth stained red with blood, laughing and rushing towards Namira's idol.

That crazy look made the contract monks around him secretly startled.

The other contract cultivators also didn't back down, because they knew very well that if they didn't destroy the idol today, Sacred Dragon City would never let them go.

Since it's not that it's dead or I'm dead, what else can be hesitated?

Under the concerted attack of everyone, Namira's idol's movements became slower and slower, and the movement that was finally terminated suddenly shattered into countless stones.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared, lasing towards the distance.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared, grabbed the black figure in his hand, and threw it directly into the door made of mirrors that appeared beside him.

A handsome face with a smirk, flashed behind the mirror.

Tang Zhen glanced at the contracted monk who was panting and was covered in battle traces, and Tang Zhen smiled slightly.

"Good job, leave the next thing to us, you guys have a good rest!"

As soon as the voice fell, Tang Zhen slammed into the void with a punch, and then a ball of flame appeared, wrapping the altar directly.

As the flame burned, a void slowly appeared, and then it continued to expand, and an unknown space appeared in front of everyone.