Chapter 1437 I'm counting on you! (Thanks to ShenchuzhixunY for the reward!)
"Is this your limit?"

"It's so disappointing!" Yihe said this in a tone that felt like life was as lonely as snow.

"Yihe, you old man, why are you so arrogant? You are just stealing the power of the Sun God."

"Without the Sunlight Mirror and the Golden Crow, I'll make you, the Dragon King, smash your dog head." The old Dragon King, the God of Thunder, scolded Yihe without giving him any face.

Yihe glanced at the old Dragon King of Thunder indifferently: "If your hands don't shake when you say this, I can really look up to you."

The old Dragon King of Thunder was not only shaking in his hands, but also in his entire body. This was not caused by his fear, but because he was being attacked by two Golden Crows.

In the original plot, Zhu Rong led a golden crow to fight against the four gods, the wind god, the water god Gonggong, the thunder god Dragon King, and the star god Kuafu, and he had an overwhelming advantage. If the star god Kuafu had not sacrificed himself to lure away the golden crow, and then died with the golden crow with the help of the blue bird, everyone would have died.

One can imagine how powerful the Golden Crow is.

At this time, the Thunder God Dragon King was facing two Golden Crows at once, and the pressure was even greater.

Fortunately, the God of Fire Zhurong was on their side at this time. He protected the other gods with his own spiritual power, so that the light and heat they felt were weakened by nearly 70%. Otherwise, the God of Thunder would not have had a chance to be stubborn here.

Wang Ming used the [Netherworld Black Death Sword] to counter the [Sunlight Divine Mirror] in his hand. The two energy beams, one gold and one blue, intersected at one point in the air. The two were like playing tug-of-war, and the stalemate was unsuccessful. The energies collided and annihilated each other, generating a massive gas torrent that spread in all directions like a tsunami.

This was not a battle between Wang Ming and Yihe.

Instead,

Another confrontation between the Dark Spirit and the Sun Spirit.

Wang Ming took the time to scan the entire place with his spiritual sense to investigate the current situation on the battlefield.

It was not only the Thunder God and the old Dragon King who were caught in a tough battle. The other three gods were in the same situation. Above each of them, two golden crows emitting dazzling light were hovering.

The Fire God Zhurong is not afraid of the damage of fire, but Jinwu does not play energy attacks with him, and directly uses his body to fight against him, which can also hurt him. And the busiest person in the whole scene is the Fire God Zhurong, who must constantly emit his own spirit to protect all the gods present.

The old ghost who was originally protecting the star god Kuafu was now forced to take action and fight against a golden house.

Lao Gui’s strength is not weak, but his performance is restricted by Hou Yi.

Even the bright monsters could not stand idly by. The aftermath of the battle between the parties was extremely terrifying.

The formation protecting the cave formed by the star god Kuafu had long been broken. If it had not been for the two magical beasts supporting them in front, it is unknown whether the star god Kuafu and Houyi would be safe, and Su Nu would definitely have died.

Seeing this situation, Wang Ming's heart sank.

There is no doubt that Wang Ming is at a complete disadvantage.

Even if Emperor Yihe deliberately released the sea, he was still at an absolute disadvantage.

When nine golden crows gather together, the power they exude is simply invincible.

Now they are scattered, and they are very fair, with one or two each for the four gods, to balance each other.

This is the limit of what he can do.

It was too blatant, and Yihe was afraid that the Sun God Yan Emperor would take action and directly deprive him of control of the Sunlight Mirror and the Golden Crow.

Emperor Yihe's words just now seemed like a provocation, but in fact they were reminding Wang Ming to use any backup plan he had as soon as possible, otherwise he would have no chance.

Wang Ming glanced at the sword in his hand and exclaimed in his heart: "After all, I am not a dark spirit, and I cannot fully exert the power of this weapon." The next moment,
Wang Ming suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then appeared in front of the cave where the star god Kuafu and others were.

The bright beast's eyes went dark, and he felt a figure blocking his view. The enemy could appear directly in front of him when he was not prepared, which meant that his life was in the hands of others at any time. He froze, and heard a voice in his ear: "I'll lend it to you, do well."

Then he felt something suddenly stuffed into his palm.

Before Liang Moshou could react, the black shadow in front of him disappeared, and was replaced by Emperor Yihe with a large tattoo on half of his cheek.

Emperor Yihe was stunned, unable to react to this sudden change, but fortunately he came to his senses quickly and immediately retracted his power.

"Light up the monster!"

"Are you afraid? Are you planning to use your clone to die at your own risk?" Emperor Yihe said in a mocking tone.

The bright demon beast fell into the center of the battlefield, and was somewhat at a loss for what to do. He was timid to begin with. Although he was one of the ten evil demons in the world, he had never done anything evil. He would run away when he saw a battle. Now he was asked to fight against the Heavenly Emperor Yihe, which frightened him to death. For a moment, his body was shaking like a sieve, and big beads of cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

"Despicable!"

"What a beast!"

"I pretended to be me and caused trouble everywhere so that I could take the blame. I put up with it."

"Let me take care of this dangerous situation."

"What a beast." Liang Moshou muttered to himself.

Under the pressure of Emperor Yihe's powerful aura, when Liang Moshou was about to surrender, the scarlet sword in his hand suddenly changed. Countless flesh and blood tissues extended out of thin air from the sword, quickly moving up along Liang Moshou's palm and wrapping up Liang Moshou's entire body.

In the blink of an eye, the image of Warcraft appeared.

The elegant and graceful young man disappeared, replaced by a tall, muscular monster with two huge horns on his head, jagged fangs in his mouth, and a pair of strange flesh wings on his back. A blue gem was embedded in his chest. A strong dark spirit permeated his body, and a ferocious and brutal aura of terror emanated from him, causing the surrounding gods to frown.

Roar!
The bright monster roared towards the sky.

He suddenly exerted force on the void with his feet, and with a huge sonic boom, the bright monster was already within one meter in front of Emperor Yihe.

fist!
leg!
肘！
膝！
All the limbs and body parts were like a violent storm, pouring down like arrows.

The punch is powerful!

Sharp and fierce!

Faced with the intensive offensive, Emperor Yihe remained calm although frightened. He used the Sunlight Mirror in his hand as a shield to resist the attacks of the bright monsters.

"good!!"

"good!!"

"Perform well, I'm optimistic about it!" Wang Ming nodded, very satisfied with Liang Magic Beast's performance at this moment.

Liang Magic Beast has now completely lost his sanity, and is controlled by the fighting spirit and negative emotions emitted by the All-Black Death Sword. Qi has no fear at all and fights with Yihe fearlessly.

(End of this chapter)