Against the Gods

Ding!

Fingers collided with the Emperor's sword, a slight mosquito sound, but the blackness of the sword suddenly collapsed, the raging thunder contracted as fast as a viper spotted seven inches, and disappeared without a trace.

Instead, it is a bloody fog that bursts wildly along heaven's lonely sword arms.

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After the slight whispering of the fingers touching the sword body, the sound of the ensuing fracture is incredibly clear... so clear that it is creepy.

In the sudden eruption of blood fog, the heavenly lonely arm bone instantly broke into dozens of segments, the skin flesh was all turned over, but that terrible force did not disappear after breaking his arm, but burst directly into his whole body, the same blood fog, burst simultaneously in his chest and limbs, cruelly breaking his chest, ribs, arm bones, leg bones, all in a moment.

And they're all broken into dozens.

“Ah---”

Only then did a terrible scream burst out, the heavenly lonely body did not retreat, the Emperor's sword did not fall off, and suddenly he fell like a mess of mud.

The scream lasted only half a breath, and was survived by heaven alone with a strong will. His face became pale, the five officials completely deformed in extreme distortion, his body dragged the limbs violently spasmodically trembling, his blood mixed with sweatballs quickly spread beneath him.

And in most of his colorless eyes, more horrifying and unbelievable than painful, and suddenly breeding strong fears.

Unnamed horrors filled the entire emperor's throne, all stood up, eyes and heart struck hard and frightened by a few bursts of desire.

Although only for a few moments, the Xuan power released by "Lingyun” is certainly the seventh level of the Divine Monarch Realm, but the power that erupted at that moment was to scare the god lords.

And Heavenly Loneliness, the head of this unknown heavenly monarch in the Northern Divine domain, can crush the miracle son of the same level, one finger of the other... just one finger, seriously injured failure!?

“…” Tianmu was stunned, the whole man seemed to crucify his soul, stood there stunned, as the first king of the Northern Divine Realm, a powerful and unmatched level 8 god, was simply an incredibly close scene.

And this stupidity lasted for a few breaths before he shouted a trembling low: “Lonely..." ”

The roar also finally awakened the consciousness in countless shouts, and the emperor burst into chaotic shouts.

“This… this… this… this is…"

“Ah... Lonely Son... How dare you...”

“Loneliness...” The Emperor Grand Presbyterian Pastoral River whispered low, then his gaze changed sharply, his body flew out, like a big bird to take the heavens loneliness and clouds straight, his mouth shouted angrily: “Sinister beast is dead! ”

The shocking blood mist and the sound of the broken bones that stabbed people's souls, it can be imagined to what extent the wounds were so lonely. As the son of the first king, he is the greatest pride in the emperor kingdom. If outsiders dare to hurt him, he will not forgive the emperor kingdom, let alone seriously hurt him.

After a shock, Heavenly Buddha's anger will undoubtedly never fall below Heavenly Buddha River. But when he saw Tianmu River burst out, his face changed slightly: “Stop! ”

In the end, he was a minute late. Tianmu River was close to the battlefield. His arms were stretched out to take the clouds straight. Under fury, he had clearly ignored his identity and was about to directly shoot the heavenly lonely man on the spot.

No one in the Emperor's kingdom was surprised by the fury of someone. As the elder of the emperor kingdom, Tianmu River's cultivation is far less than that of Tianmuyi, but it is also a powerful god, whose anger is at the mercy of the sea.

Yunchuan remained motionless, and it seemed to the outsiders that he could not move at all under the authority of the Lord of God. But if one looks closely at him, one finds that his face has not changed slightly, even his clothes have not been lifted in half.

Everything is between moments, most people have not returned to God, Tianmu River is straight into the center of the battlefield, the next moment can directly bomb the clouds... but at this time, Tianmu River's eyes are suddenly black, the world in sight suddenly disappears, there is only one light butterfly flashing in the moment.

Pu--

His body and strength suddenly impacted on an invisible airwall, which was extraordinarily soft, like a light wind when it touched him, but broke his five dirty hearts into dozens of fine cracks in an instant.

Wu!

Suffocating, Tianmu River's body collapsed several times faster than the burst, severely smashing back to the seat of Emperor Heaven.

Even his power was violently exploded at the point of his physical fall by an incredibly strange shock back.

Boom!!

Tianmu struck like lightning, but still could not fully township the power of Tianmu River. Hundreds of Emperor Ancestors were shocked out, screamed heaven after heaven, and blood arrows were sprinkled.

Starscream and Snake Holy King also made simultaneous attacks, finally extinguishing the leeway.

Tianmu River knelt and threw up more than a dozen chimpanzees' blood. Tianmuyi did not check his wounds, his eyes turned sharply and looked at the witch butterfly.

The witch butterfly stood up and slowly retracted her three fingers, whispering coldly: "No one can interfere in this game. Do you, Emperor Zong, take my word for a whisper! ”

“No, I dare not!” Tianmu punched tightly, his heart twitched, his soul trembled with unprecedented spasms, and his gaze dared not even look at the tragedy of heaven's solitude.

But as king of the emperor kingdom, even in this situation, he must be extremely calm and must not condemn a witch.

“His Royal Highness the Demon Butterfly, Pastoral River is the one who saw the trauma of isolation, hurriedly lost his mind to do it, and His Highness's punishment is also to blame.” Tianmu hastily finished his speech and lifted his hand for a gift: “Now that the gambling war is over, please allow Tianjin to look at the isolated wounds. ”

Though through the butterfly wing mask, Tianmu sensed that the witch in front of him was very calm and seemed not surprised at the results in front of him, which also made him feel flat in his heart.

On the other side, Yan Zheng, the head of the Yan demon world, stood up straight, his eyes stared directly at the cloud crystal, clearly a pair of dead people's eyes, but with a deep shock color.

No one in the Yan demon world has ever seen him show such amazement.

And the moon prince burning is even worse, the previous posture is scattered, obviously to come to enjoy the play of him, at this time in the seat of a rather ugly sitting position, but he felt nothing, his eyes are also dead staring at the clouds, one pair of eyes extremely convex, like the god of ghosts.

“The end?” said the demon butterfly in a glare. “If Ling Yun can defeat him in three moves, Ling Yun wins. Of course, it's just a joke, not to mention it. ”

Tianmu's ugly face twitched a bit.

“And Ling Yunti's condition is that after three moves, if Tian Lonely can stand up, he will win.” She turned her eyes and looked at the loneliness of the sky: "The rules of this gambling war are based on the words of the clouds. Because the weak are not qualified to decide the rules. ”

“Heavenly solitude, now as long as you can stand up, you win.”

The weak are not qualified to decide the rules… This phrase comes from the witch and trivializes it, undoubtedly the greatest irony ever heard for heaven's solitude.

The phrase, "As long as you can stand up, you win” is like a mercy to the weak.

“Uhh... ah...” he endured to refuse to scream heavenly loneliness, at this time overflowing from his mouth the roar of a conical heart, not knowing whether it was pain or humiliation,

His body was twitching and struggling, but he could not stand up at all, as his limbs had been brutally shaken by the clouds and his qi had collapsed completely. Under struggle, he was like a crawling creature in a cloudy gaze, every breath, every moment, an unprecedented humiliation.

Everyone stared at the center of the battlefield, the earlier arrogant and angry angels were all stupider there. No one thought this would happen, and no one could dream about it.

Emperor Tianzong has numb scalp and cold hands and feet. In exchange for any other occasion, Tianmu rushed up early in the morning. But on the side is the witch butterfly, the shadow of the demon queen! Her previous hard posture, and what she had just said, stood against their throats like a thorn, discouraged them from moving forward half a step without permission.

“I confess to losing on my behalf.” Tianmu together.

“As I said, I am a watchman in this battle and no one can interfere, including you, the King of the Emperor!” The demon butterfly speech is still cold and hard: “To admit defeat, he can only do it himself... or can he stand up? ”

Tianmu 15 dirty convulsions cracked, but did not dare to show half his anger, turning sharply, whispering: “Lonely, you have lost... admit defeat! ”

As soon as Tianmu can become the first king of the Northern Divine Realm, he has undoubtedly experienced countless winds and storms in his life. But his export of the word "admit defeat” was particularly difficult.

Because he knew that his proudest son had never lost in his life, much less admitted to losing.

Cut

At the center of the battlefield, the sound of teeth being raw and bitten was heard, and the trail of blood was pulled apart at the corner of the mouth. Even though the struggle looks incredibly ugly, he still seems to be expecting to get up... admit to losing? He cannot speak, nor can he speak.

Because he's lonely!

“Heavenly solitude,” Yunchuan glanced at him coldly: "You said earlier that I had no one to save, like killing them with my own hands. ”

“As you say, I have the power to kill you, but not you. Am I to be your savior? A man as generous as you will surely know the reason why a drop of water should be returned with a gush of spring, not to mention a salvation. ”

“So how can you repay me for saving my life? ”

The words in your ears are like dreams, or, in other words, loneliness, until this moment, like you're in a nightmare and you haven't woken up.

He was always crushed by his peers, and for that reason he was named Zhenbei Divine Realm. He was tricked by a Xuan of the same realm... No, to be precise, it was a defeat. He collapsed like a dead dog on the spot and could not even stand up. How could he accept it? How could he bear it?

Slowly, he looked up, looking at the clouds, and when he touched them, his struggle suddenly stopped.

From a cloudy look and gaze, he did not see a smile and joy, not a single thing, but indifference and a little seemingly derisive ridicule.

Yes, there is no such thing as a high-pride opponent against abuse, shocking the pride and frenzy after the whole scene, only cold and indifferent. It's like... just a pathetic ant stepping over the side of the road.

His gaze set a few breaths, and suddenly all his dignity, grief, horror, humiliation, anger... suddenly collapsed and all that remained was a mockery of pity.

He sees "Lingyun” as a crazy clown, and now he knows that he is a real humble clown in the other person's eyes.

Even if he struggles and persists with his will at this moment, he is just a more humble peristalsis, and does not deserve to let the other party laugh.

“I… admit… lose…"

He said those three words, not as hard as he thought.

His struggle also stopped altogether, and the whole person was paralyzed, without a coma, but like all the energy that had been drawn away, he did not want to move by half.

It was obviously three words of immense humiliation, but Tianmu smelled like heaven. He couldn't even say one more word. He grabbed his palm and sucked Tianluo's body directly into front of him. At the same time, he shouted in his mouth: “Hurry! Go get the demons! ”

The Emperor's Emperor all surrounded the side of Heaven's solitude, and a hurried and careful influx into his body calmed his wounds. But the sky is lonely, but the eyes are staring into the sky, dementia, like losing one's soul.

Beyond the Emperor's Sect, there is quiet surrounding, few whisperers. Their gaze remained firmly focused on the clouds, and they died remembering the name "Ling Yun” … the same as the Seventh Divine King, but it is conceivable that after today, the definition of the Northern Divine Domain will have a huge vibration.

“The head of the so-called Heavenly King, but so.” Yunchuan turned his back and laughed with a faint smile: “Tian Jun? Oh, say it's a bunch of garbage, all lifting them up. ”

The heavenly monarchs are angry and shaking all over their bodies... but unlike before, this time they have no voice and no one is showing contempt and ridicule.

A god who defeats heavenly solitude, this humiliating and enough to piss off all the gods in the world, he... really deserves to speak.

“The so-called Tian Jun Festival was a joke. It was a waste of my time.” The cloudy body floats, in front of the countless strong in the north, in an icy tone, saying the contempt that the emperor of the kingdom will not utter here: “Thousand Shadows, let's go. ”

Qianye Yinger rose up and followed behind him.

“Wait.”

A dead man seemed to be able to freeze the sound of his soul. Indeed, it was Yan San Jian. He looked at Yun Cheng and Qianye Shadow and faintly said: “Who are you really and where are you from? ”

Yan Ghost King exit, everyone else suddenly shut up, a terrible silence, only to attract his half attention.

If there is no invisible aura, it also covers the space where Yun Cher and Qianye Yinger are located.

However, once again, everyone predicted that, in the face of the Yan Ghost King's question, Yunchue and Qianye Shadow did not turn back, let alone stagnate, but still floated and gradually left.

Ignore it!

When the Emperor's heavens stopped, it was a strange silence, and everyone's breathing followed the screen.

That's the head of the 36 Yan Ghosts of Yan's Demon Realm! Who dares ignore his question!

Yan Sangang's eyebrows sank slightly, and just such a slight change in look made the whole emperor suddenly get a few points cold.

Just when people thought Yan San was going to have a seizure, another voice sounded.

“Two and stay. ”

Under the soft tone, a shadow of butterfly shake, has appeared in front of the clouds, Hershey is the witch butterfly.

Yan San stopped there.

Yunchuan glanced at her and said, "What is it? ”

Faced with a witch, his tone was as cold as ever, letting people's hearts beat again.

But the demon butterfly was not angry at all. “In the name of the witch, I invite you to join me in the realm of soul robbery. I also invite you to enjoy yourselves. ”

Her voice was gentle as the wind, and when she spoke to Heavenly Buddha, it was nothing like heaven. And what she said surprised the people present, and Yan San and Burning were even more colorful.

A Yan Devil King, a moon-burning prince, knows beyond any doubt what this initiative invitation of the Demon Butterfly means.

How many “dignitaries” can the witches of the spirit robbery personally and voluntarily invite?

The shock in their hearts is not yet halfway back, Yun Cher's response is like a thunderbolt of shock in their ears...

“Into the spirit kingdom? Yes." Yunchua said, his eyes swept through the demon butterfly, but he just swept through it, but he retracted it directly. He never looked at her again: “But it's not enough for you to invite me. ”

“Go back and let your Lord Pool come to invite you personally. ”