He was determined to take advantage of the situation and Hua Xiansheng secretly instructed Tiancai to gather the angels who were originally standing in stance.

Don't have too much, just one or two hundred and eight hundred thousand.

Be prepared to go to the battlefield at a critical moment, give your opponent a thunderous blow, and put them in a catastrophe.

This matter was arranged, and Hua Xiansheng had free time to continue watching the battle.

I saw one thousand two hundred grass-headed gods attacking the Yinshan team, as if they were entering a no-man!

What surprised Hua Xiansheng was that two of them had been killed by Luo Cheng just now, but now there are still 1,200 people, one of them is a lot.

This is strange. Are they really immortal and can they be resurrected if they die?

With this question, Hua Xiansheng opened his eyes wide and searched the camp of Yangshan to find out the truth.

Of course, the basic thing is to confirm the number of 1,200 Caotou Gods. After reviewing, the number is correct.

Counting this may not work, but it does not mean that flowers are not work.

His soul power is 200 times that of ordinary people. Not only does he observe it to an extremely long distance, but his accuracy is also very high, and he can reach one hundred decimal places.

It's just one thousand two hundred, it's easy to figure it out.

At the same time, he also saw the two grass-headed gods who were originally picked up by Luo Cheng, who were still lying in a corner of the camp and could not die anymore.

I saw another wave of teams of about one hundred people, ready to whine, screaming: "Die! Dying! The next one is to go."

Hua Xiansheng was confused at first, and instantly figured it out.

It turns out that these people are all candidates for 1,200 grass-headed gods. As long as there is a shortage of 1,200 people, they will be replaced from them.

As for them all scrambled to go up, it was probably because the grass-headed god could kill and set fire at will, and was not subject to military law.

It is equivalent to an extra-legal organization under Yang Jian, who does whatever he wants.

Seeing through the nature of these people, I was secretly worried.

This way, one thousand and two hundred people must be the elite among the elites. I guess those in Yinshan are not opponents.

His worries were soon confirmed, and the grass-headed gods advanced together and entered the Yinshan team, which was like entering a no-man.

The vanguards on the Yinshan side were all elite guarding the gates, with tall men and large horses and strict equipment. On the outside, they looked much more powerful than those grass-headed gods.

But once you fight, you will be judged immediately, and the strength will be distinguished immediately.

The tall warriors in Yinshan immediately became shorter!

It turned out that the 1,200 people standing in the front row were all cut off their heads in the first round!

Their yelling loudly was like a rooster with a broken neck, and they choked and silently.

On the other hand, the 1,200 grass-headed gods were as powerful as rainbows. They stepped forward and stepped on the headless corpse of Yinshan under their feet, shouting loudly!

"kill!"

The Yinshan soldiers who were originally irritated were choking in their throats. Before they could react, the sword came to an end, and another round of 1,200 heads fell to the ground!

After two rounds of beheading, two thousand and four hundred heads fell to the ground. No matter how bold the warrior was, he was scared.

What's more, the boldest ones are in the first two rows, they are already headless ghosts, and no matter how brave they are, they are useless.

Not to mention that the remaining people are not brave enough, even if they have courage, it will not work. Seeing the 1,200 grass-headed gods swaying in one brightly, the sword comes again and scattering in a hurry.

The soldiers guarding the city collapsed, and the team behind them appeared, meeting 1,200 grass-headed gods.

It was the coalition force between Huang Geng and Huang Feihu and his son!

It turned out that the two of them had already coalitioned the same army at this time and were about to welcome Hua Xiansheng, but they did not expect that they had not received the welcome, but met the God of Killing!

Although the father and son are friendly to Huaxiansheng, they are both real people to kill the embryo. When they meet the grass-headed god, they are not afraid, but they are in a fierce fighting spirit!

However, Hua Xiansheng is not optimistic.

I know that once both sides encounter, after a big battle, although the Cao-Head God cannot guarantee that there will be no casualties, just like before.

However, the price was that Huang Gang and Huang Feihu were all injured and killed, and both father and son died.

This is not an acceptable result for Hua Xiansheng.

Huang Gun didn't say that, he treated Hua Xiansheng as a potential grandson and worked tirelessly, and this was nothing.

I guess there is little hope for success, but it can be used.

Huang Feihu has great uses. In the future, he will rely on him to open the way.

For the sake of the present, neither father nor son can die.

Thinking of this, Hua Xiansheng was about to rush into battle, but changes suddenly occurred on the battlefield.

A young player highlighted from Jiang Shang formation is simply comparable to Luo Cheng’s white-faced face!

While driving the five-colored divine cow under his crotch, he floated over like a smoke.

Running and shouting.

"Dear grass-headed gods, hurry up and get out of here. The opposite is my grandfather and my dad. I'll kill all of you!"

The arrogant grass-headed gods heard the sound and all avoided them because they were born in conflict with the five-colored gods.

Although they have the word "God", they are grass after all. After all, cows eat grass, and only the portions they like to eat grass!

With Huang Tianhua's ability, although he is not as capable as Yang Jian, the six Meishan brothers are not his opponent.

Therefore, when encountering this killing god, one thousand two hundred grass-headed gods are like weak grass encountering a strong wind, and they flee one after another, fearing that they will not be able to avoid it.

Huang Tian turned into a divine cow and was extremely quick. He came to his grandfather Huang Gun's father Huang Feihu. He asked him to ask him and bowed with both hands.

"Grandpa and dad are fine, so I'll be polite!

"The battlefield situation is special, so you cannot kneel down and perform great rituals and bow down. Please forgive me and make up for it in the future."

Huang Feihu was furious: "You rebellious son, are you still protecting the rebellious Ji Chang, Jiang Shang, who is accomplice for Hu? Why don't you get out for me?"

Huang Gun was also furious and said, "It turns out that King Zhou of Shang was incompetent and unrighteous. You broke through the five gates and left, so there is emotion to be enlightened.

"Now that the Lord of Zhou of Shang has changed his mind and returned to justice, your rebellious grandson has not come back yet, and he is still with that rebellious person and bring shame to his ancestors?"

Huang Tianhua argued slowly with a smile: "Grandpa and dad calm down! I don't care whether Zhou Zhou of Shang is doing well now.

"But his past incompetence is a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed.

"And when I defected to Yangshan, they were open and upright. Now it is nonsense and unfounded to say that they are rebellious.

"In the face of righteousness, please forgive me for not listening to my grandfather and father's foolish words. I am Baoding in Yangshan!

"For family reunion and prosperity, why don't grandpa and dad come here together..."

"Don't think about it!"

Before Huang Tianhua could finish his words, Huang Feihu and Huang Geng shouted and stepped forward together to kill Huang Tianhua, the ignorant son and foolish grandson.

Although Huang Tianhua respected his father and grandfather very much, he had a bad temper. Seeing that the two of them had disagreements, they wanted to kill someone and were furious.

With one hand lifted it, an eight-edged silver hammer the size of a millstone shook in the wind and evaded the two weapons that were chopped.

The sound of the land collapsed and the ground cracked loudly, Huang Feihu's golden clenched and flew out, a hundred feet away!

The yellow-groove painting halberd Zhan Jin Gun is even worse, and it is broken into eight sections now!
Chapter completed!