Global Gods: Digital God

Boom! !

Storms and clouds gathered in the sky, and the suffocating force poured down like thousands of raindrops. The area where the "Tianwang City" was located was surrounded by the force.

If ordinary gods enter it, their strength will be suppressed to the last ten.

But in the center of the battlefield, the Thousand-faced Ancestor was not greatly affected. As one of the most powerful indigenous individual gods, the general army force had little suppression power against him.

Unless there is a stronger fighting force, he can be suppressed to a limited extent.

But most of the gods here just grew up in a hurry, and they simply don't have the foundation to unite their racial legions into battle.

boom!

Each punch and palm pulls a large amount of energy from the world. Even if it is one to many, the Thousand-faced Ancestor still has the absolute upper hand.

"There is indeed a problem."

Yang Jin did not really leave. After reaching a safe distance, he stared in the direction of "Heavenly King City".

At this moment, looking at the movement in the direction of "Tianwang City", his face showed a true expression.

"its not right!"

"The coordinates given to me by Lord Chaizhou are clearly here. This Heavenly King's City is fake, so where is the real Heavenly King's City?"

Yang Jin kept thinking while watching the battle.

As for past rescues?

That is impossible.

Since those few people could expel him, he could naturally choose to sit back and watch without any psychological pressure.

If you dare to use the fake King's City to attract gods like them from the main world, the opponent's strength must not be weak.

At that time, maybe I can be the fisherman who finally gets the fruits of victory.

boom!

boom!

The fluctuations of the battle attracted many gods to appear around, watching the battle quietly, and no god stepped forward rashly.

On the battlefield at the center of the battle, Zhixian and the other three looked very ugly.

Not only did they fail to defeat their opponent, but the weird old man once again killed the remaining gods under their attack.

"kill!"

Like an erupting flood, the three race legions launched a suicidal attack on the Thousand Faces Ancestor.

Pfft...

Poof!

Blood was flying, and in an instant this place had turned into a hell on earth, with a large number of racial beings falling to the ground in random directions.

The pits formed by the aftermath of the battle were already filled with blood.

"We can't take him down. If this continues, the strength of our religious race will also be greatly reduced. How about we withdraw?"

Hearing this, Zhixian's face was so gloomy that he could shed tears.

withdraw?

Their family has never been afraid of strong enemies. Could it be that his future star would set this precedent for the family?

"Brother Zhixian, withdraw. The effect of force has become increasingly weak. If we continue to fight, we will have to explain it here."

The only female first-level deity among the three, named Ye Lan, also spoke to persuade at this moment.

While their strength has not suffered too much loss, evacuating is indeed a very good choice.

If there are too many losses here, it is hard to say whether they will have a place in the Twelve Lord Gods plan. As racial gods, their individual strength is not very strong.

Without the racial legion, those second-level gods would probably try their best to pull them down.

"withdraw."

After his expression changed for a few seconds, Zhixian spoke bitterly.

Compared with the glory of the family, it is more important to safely join the Twelve Lord God Plan.

Wow!

The race army that was originally moving forward became even more crazy, launching a desperate attack on the Thousand-faced Ancestor.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three of them quickly fled towards the rear.

"Want to escape?"

The Thousand-faced Ancestor gave a weird laugh, turned into a meteor, and chased the three of them in the direction of their escape like lightning.

The fat in your mouth can't be thrown away just like this.

boom!

boom!

After a fight, the unknown first-level god among the three was left behind by the Thousand-faced Ancestor.

"No!"

"help me!"

A shrill cry came from his throat. Hearing his call, Zhixian and Ye Lanyuan escaped a little faster, for fear of being left behind.

The expressions of the indigenous forbidden gods who gathered at the other end changed when they saw the old man in the sky. Even though they are all first-level gods, the Thousand-faced Ancestor is also the most difficult group of gods among the first-level gods.

"Ancestor of Thousand Faces?"

"This is actually the Thousand-faced Ancestor. Didn't you say he is dead?"

"Let's go, don't let this guy target you and become his human face."

"…………"

The indigenous gods fled with Yuan Yuan. They did not want to fight with the Thousand-faced Ancestor.

If you lose at his hands, you will die miserably.

When some of the second-level gods hiding around saw the first-level gods running away, they didn't dare to stay at all and followed them decisively to escape.

In a few short breaths, all the gods in this area had left, leaving only Yang Jin.

"Why don't you run away with me? Do you also want to become my ancestor's clothes?"

The Qianmian Ancestor held up the first-level god and appeared beside Yang Jin with a leisurely expression. His cloudy eyes looked at Yang Jin who was not far away with interest.

This was the one who appeared beside him for the first time before.

He believes in fate.

Therefore, when Yang Jin walked in, he felt very regretful that he had lost such a beautiful piece of clothing.

But at this moment, the other party didn't leave, but it made him feel some fear in his heart.

"The reason I stay here is to ask you, where is the real King's City?"

Glancing at the first-level god in the hands of the Thousand-faced Ancestor, Yang Jin looked at the Thousand-faced Ancestor in front of him with a sincere expression.

There was no discomfort due to the cruelty of the other party's methods.

"Ah……"

"You dare to ask me for directions. You're really interesting, kid. Although I can't tell you where the real Heavenly King City is, I can go there wearing your clothes."

"Ancestor, I have fulfilled your wish for you."

The Qianmian Ancestor's eyes kept scanning Yang Jin's body. This gaze was not looking at a person, but a piece of goods.

It can be judged from the constant nodding of his head that he is very satisfied with the goods in front of him.

"help me!"

"help me!"

The captured first-level god looked at Yang Jin pleadingly.

He is not dead yet, but his vitality is constantly passing away. If he continues like this, he will eventually die.

"Noisy."

Thousand-faced Ancestor casually threw it away, and the first-level god fainted completely.

"I don't care what your abilities are. If you fall into my hands today, ancestor, I will definitely accept your clothes."

A ferocious look flashed across the old cheeks, and a pair of turbid pupils burst out with colorful twisted light. Anyone who saw this light would fall into dizziness.

It was precisely by relying on this move that he successfully retained a first-level god.

"Absolutely freezing gas."

Yang Jin opened his mouth and blew out a breath forward. In an instant, the air of frost spread from directly in front of him towards the direction of the Qianmian Ancestor.

Click!

Click!

The colorful twisted light was imprisoned in place under the frost.

"The ultimate sword of destruction."

rub.

A sword light suddenly lit up, and the frost and twisted light in front of him were cut into two halves. The vast sword energy blasted towards the Thousand Faces Ancestor like a long dragon.

Rumble.

Under such an attack, a pair of broken armor appeared on the body of the Thousand-faced Ancestor, emitting a dim light, and the sword energy was quickly consumed by this light.

"They are useless except for the racial legion. You are very different. But I am the most powerful individual god. It is not easy to kill a second-level racial god like you."

While the Qianmian Ancestor was talking, he appeared next to Yang Jin as if he was wandering around the court against the sword energy.

Thousand Faces Fist!

With a punch, the face of the being that he had previously made into a human mask kept twisting in the void, and the whispering voice carried a magical power, making people unable to help but feel fear.

This is his most powerful attack method.

When he dealt with those people before, he didn't have time to use it, and the other party just ran away.

Facing Yang Jin at this moment, especially after seeing Yang Jin's attack methods, he used it directly to kill the young god in front of him.

"Thor's hammer."

Crackling!

The power of thunder emerged from Yang Jin's body, and after touching the thunder, the twisted human face in the void quickly melted like snow meeting the blazing sun.

A long hammer made of thunder also appeared in Yang Jin's palm.

boom!

The hammer of thunder swung out and collided with the punch of the Thousand-faced Ancestor.

There were thousands of thunders hanging down from the sky behind Yang Jin, and on the other side, a giant face with a weird smile was reflected in the sky.

tread!

tread!

After taking several steps back, Yang Jin stopped his body's decline. The right hand he had just made into a fist was already wrapped around a twisted human face.

"keep going!"

The Qianmian Ancestor looked at Yang Jin with a sneer. It was simply stupid for him to compete with an individual god like him for his personal strength.

Moreover, the opponent is only a second-level racial god, and being able to withstand his punch just now is considered very capable.

If you can't defeat your opponent with one punch, then punch him again!

Thousand Faces Fist!

The Thousand-faced Ancestor punched out again, the weird smile gradually enlarged from the sky, and the huge force of distorted space strangled Yang Jin's position.

"I can't deal with you alone, but I am the god of race!"

There was no fear on Yang Jin's face. In his opinion, the Thousand-faced Ancestor was not invincible, of course, provided that he summoned his own digital army.

"Tianxiang Vdramon!"

"Roar!"

The digital channel emerged from behind Yang Jin, and blue and white dragon-men with wings spread out surged out like a flood.

"Ordinary momentum doesn't have much effect on me."

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Qianmian Ancestor's face, and before the sarcastic smile could expand, it froze on his face.

"Qi Gathering True Spirit Formation."

An ancient book appeared in Yang Jin's hand, which was the Formation Map Heavenly Book.

It can transform an ordinary force into a more powerful battle force. There are three formation diagrams recorded on it, representing attack, amplification and defense respectively.

Buzzing…

Led by the hero Tianxiang V-dramon, the number of Tianxiang V-Dragonmon has exceeded 10,000, floating in the mid-air, shrouded in an illusory formation.

The next moment, the battle force condensed, and a powerful force was added to the hero Tianxiang V-dragon.

"Ultimate V-dragon Arrow!"

Led by the hero Tianxiang V-dragon, tens of thousands of Tianxiang V-dragons collectively spit out a blue-white light arrow, and the condensed arrows pierced the sky, shaking the world.

Boom!

The attack of the Thousand Faces Fist was greatly reduced under the effect of the battle force. After defeating the Tianxiang V-dragons, it could no longer pose any threat to Yang Jin.

"What now?"

Yang Jin put away the formation map and the heavenly book, holding the artifact long sword he had obtained before, and looked at the Thousand Faces Ancestor not far away with an indifferent expression.

"Humph!"

"What can a mere battle force do to me? I, the ancestor, can still kill you easily!"

The Thousand Faces Ancestor frowned slightly. A small second-level god could actually have a battle force, which was indeed beyond his psychological expectation.

However, he was still confident that he was invincible.

"I don't just have this one battle force, but one is enough to deal with you. I'm sure I'll take you! Even Jesus can't stop you, I said!"

Swish.

The long sword was inserted into the ground, and in the digital channel behind him, one by one, the Great Guramon, led by the hero Great Guramon, filed out.

The new force was incorporated into the battle force, and the sense of oppression was upgraded again.

"Roar!"

The hero Great Guramon, who had not appeared outside the Digital God Realm for a long time, roared. Even without the battle force entering his body, his strength was greatly improved under the blessing of the force.

"Go."

The number of Great Guramon was as many as 30,000, which was three times that of the Sky-flying V-dramon in the sky.

Boom!

Boom!

In the sky and on the ground, two Digimon armies, led by two hero-level Digimon, launched an attack on the Thousand-Faced Ancestor.

"So powerful, is he really just a second-level god?"

The first-level god who had woken up from a coma stared at this scene in a daze.

One-on-one, his race army is no match for this second-level god.

"No, hero units!"

"He has two hero units!"

At the moment of the battle, this first-level god shouted in his heart, hero units are much stronger than ordinary bosses and elite units.

This also allowed him to recognize them at a glance.

Bang!

The Thousand-Faced Ancestor waved his arms, and every punch would flatten the Digimon around him, but two Digimon were very difficult to deal with.

Even his full-strength attack could not kill them.

"Hero units, and two of them, I am getting more and more satisfied with your clothes!"

The Thousand-Faced Ancestor looked at Yang Jin with fiery eyes.

Although the hero units are powerful, they also need to grow up. At this moment, these two hero units can't cause any effective damage to him.

At most, they can only harass him, that's all.

"Puff!"

Even if he was caught in the battle, the Thousand-Faced Ancestor was not afraid at all, constantly killing Digimon, and moving forward in the direction of Yang Jin with firm steps.