Against the Gods

“Kill me?” Qianye Yinger smiled shallow and twisted his fingers wrapped around thousands of tiny black flashes: “You can't do it in your life. ”

Boom!

Once again, darkness swept through the sky, space collapsed suddenly, and in a world of pitch darkness, the pupils and even the souls of all men were clearly printed with a black butterfly.

“This is… this is…” In the darkness comes the sound of a shock.

“Eternal Butterfly Abyss.” Yan San's gaze penetrated the darkness, gazed at the sky, and whispered a slow whisper in her mouth: “The Eighth God is able to force her to this degree...”

Not far away, the burning face changed continuously, what he had in mind, the subconscious thought: “Are they...”

Yan San turned his head: “Prince Yan, do you know who they are? ”

“No, not them.” He shook his head in flames, wondering whether he was answering Yan San Gong or talking to himself: “It can't be them. ”

Yan San frowned even more: “Who exactly are you referring to...”

Boom!

A gentle sound swallowed up all the other sounds. Surprised by the power of the other party, combined with the real anger, the enchanted power of the witch butterfly is finally completely released, the fourth witch of the exclusive soul-robbing world, the witch domain called "eternal butterfly abyss”, revealed its terrible true appearance over the Emperor's heavenly realm.

Qianye Yinger's golden eyes also reflected the light dancing butterfly shadow, she felt her five senses fade rapidly, the sense of devouring grows from her soul and spreads rapidly.

The existence of the blood of the demon emperor allows Qianye Yinger to face the power of the demon butterfly without defeat.

However, being able to close the gap in Xuan power does not mean being able to close the gap in soul power!

And the first witch butterfly, the most powerful thing about her, is the dark soul power!

Beneath the butterfly abyss, the sense of soul oppression that came face to face exceeded even Chiba Shadow's expectations. Once she was able to master the "Sanskrit Soul for Death Seal”, the strength of the soul is conceivable, but today she is faced with the demonic butterfly with the full power of the soul, the first moment she knew that she could not resist.

She even felt that if she was completely devoured by the butterfly shadow, she might really be “forever” unable to escape.

But instead of her first full escape, she didn't even resist. Instead, the dark blue light gathered all over the Oracle in her hand to greet the demon butterfly.

“Huh, stupid.” The demon butterfly whispered low, gestures and eyes changed at the same time...

And the eternal butterfly abyss is about to be completely opened, devouring the Qianye shadow child in the moment, Qianye shadow far behind, Yunchuang suddenly stretched out his hand, lightly describing the void grasping.

Like being violently pulled by an invisible force, the demon butterfly's half-crushed pupil opened, and her releasing the essence and soul power went out of control, laying open, is an extremely distorted eternal butterfly abyss, the perfect witch field not only dramatically diminished the power, but also opened dozens of different sizes of blooms.

At that moment, the strange feeling and the distorted witch realm, the demon butterfly has never experienced. And at the same moment, the power of the Chiba shadow erupted, a gold shadow stabbed into the realm of the butterfly abyss with a black light, would have been a terrible witch realm... almost easy to directly stab, then suddenly tear.

Wum!

The butterfly wings broke, the realm shook, the sudden backphage caused the demon butterfly to violently shock all over her body, her heart was horrified, but the will of the witch made her not panic, the gesture suddenly changed, forcibly returned to the realm force, did not retreat, suddenly grasped the divine message that had just torn the realm apart,

A muffled sound, the Oracle was firmly caught in the hand by the demon butterfly, and suddenly, like a golden snake strangled by seven inches, the divine light was steep.

In the distance, Yun Che's five fingers gently pulled the void again.

At this moment again, the strange tearing force, she gathered the power between her hands and suddenly escaped from her control, escaped by nearly 30%... and lost control by the sky, escaped by the sky, living as if eaten silently by an invisible monster.

Psst!

The strange loss of control of power made the demon butterfly no longer able to hold the Oracle. The Oracle broke out of her five fingers and swung straight into her face.

Hurrah!

The space was severely torn apart and the demon butterfly's waist twisted, retreating in a strange way, leaving only dozens of black haircuts dancing in the dark.

The figure of the demon butterfly appeared ten miles away, the figure stopped for a moment, a slight sound came, the upper edge of her mask split a leaning crack, accompanied by a slow spill of blood.

The air condensed thoroughly, and all the hearts died tight, unable to beat.

They saw the realm of witches that had just been laid open and torn apart in a flash, and they saw the scarlet in the forehead to the blood of the prickly witch.

Even the demon butterfly himself can't remember how many teenagers have not been injured.

“Who is it… who is it?” Tianmu looked over the sky and mumbled. He can't believe he witnessed the witch butterfly get hurt. This is an incredible enough picture of the world.

Without touching his wounds, the demon butterfly's eyes crossed the layer of darkness and set on Yunchuang.

Compared to Qianye Shadow, Yunchue is the most concerned person of the demon butterfly. So even though she was dealing with Qianye Shadow, she still had quite a bit of focus on Yunchuang.

And when those two strange abnormalities occurred, she noticed a change in the cloudy gesture.

But just gestures!? No unusual smell.

What was that feeling... what was that?

Qianye Yinger did not give her any respite, a golden shadow had come to a crack.

The two men fought together again, and the scourge of darkness descended once again on the realm of the Emperor.

Previous forces collided and the two were equally powerful. But at this moment, the demon butterfly is already slightly disturbed, plus the backphage of the witch realm, in the dark, she is gradually suppressed by Qianye Shadow.

Yunchuan watched silently, his eyes stared emotionally at the demon butterfly, and at a certain moment, his left forefinger gently tilted down.

Bang

The demon butterfly wrapped its fingers around the demonic light and touched the divine message of Qianye Shadow, flashing dozens of dark fields on Monday. But this terrible impasse, which belongs only to the late Divine Lord, lasted less than half a breath, the fingers of the demon butterfly suddenly trembled, and the power she released suddenly appeared in a void.

Not much of a vacuum, but a spin of her power out of control.

Such a change is undoubtedly lethal in a vicious war at the level of an even enemy or god. The face of the demon butterfly can change in the future, and the Oracle has suddenly torn away her power, like a golden viper, flying like a snake, and the right point is in her heart.

Boom ————

If a pitch-black star blows up in the heart of a demon butterfly, she is like a broken wing butterfly, flying in a dark storm with an astonishing sweep of blood.

This time, she felt incredibly clearly that the mutation occurred at the same time as Yun Che's hand pointed out a slight movement.

Once... twice... three times... is it really still a coincidence?

What the hell was that thing? Some sort of relic level, a basilisk without breath?

Or witchcraft?

And he wasn't the only one who caught it, there was another.

Hu!

In the horror of the crowd, Yan San suddenly swept up and took Qianye Shadow, accompanied by an incredibly gloomy voice: “Let me help you. ”

The figure of the demon butterfly settled at high altitude, his hands pressed his heart and leached blood between his fingers.

“Oracle”, the divine relic of the Holy Kingdom of the Eastern God. Its name, the demon butterfly, was known a long time ago, and at this moment, she saw it terribly clearly.

However, she was injured by the divine Oracle without regard for the injuries. Instead, she fully folded herself and took Qianye Shadow. But the butterfly shadow behind her was concentrated in a flash, and the reapplied witch goddess was weaker than the other.

Yan Sangang also approached at this time, a 9th level god, a 7th level god, jointly attacked Chiba!

Qianye Yinger did not retreat half the time, and he could not even see a hint of movement on the snowflake.

When it comes to Shu Wei, Yan San is weaker than Qianye Shadow a small realm, but personally faced, the sense of oppression is so heavy that it chokes him. At the very least, that is by no means a small margin of repression.

His eyebrows shrugged slightly, and he exchanged his eyes with the demon butterfly. As he approached Qianye Shadow, his position suddenly changed. He actually swept past her and took Yunchuang.

The power of the demon butterfly also erupted at this time, holding Qianye Shadow firmly over her, making it impossible for her to stop it.

As the Seventh God and the head of the Thirty-six Yan Devils of the Yan Demon Realm, Yan San would never have believed that he would personally attack a Seventh God in his own capacity before today.

Not only did he strike today, but he was fast and fierce.

Dozens of miles of space suddenly pulled closer, the clouds in the sight were close at hand, Yan san grabbed out, and the open five fingers ripped open a line of pitch-black cracks in the air.

The sound of space tearing was so sharp that it seemed to tear everyone's eardrums into countless pieces, but Yan Sangang's complexion was instantly stiff, because his five fingers were scratched directly, and behind him there was only one shadow that was torn.

After a brief period of negligible consternation, Yan Sangang reacted as fast as Nine Thunders, his figure turned steep, and his precision grasped to where the clouds had just appeared.

Shh!

Speed, and the sound of tears are several times more horrible than for example, but Yan San and Five Fingers still have only the shattered remnants.

His face changed slightly and his pupils swayed with grey death.

“Top of the line, perhaps to the highest realm, is amazing.” Yanshan looked further ahead and said praise in his mouth. He turned around slowly, his eyes dropped to the position where the clouds appeared, his arms lifted and his five fingers pressed gently down.

A sudden cry of awesomeness, grief, or despair came from an unknown space, as if hundreds of lonely wild ghosts were screaming and crying. Behind Yan Sangang, slowly reflected a grey skeleton shadow. His skin, also at this moment, turned into an appalling dark grey, living a dry corpse that had begun to weather, with only a pair of eyes, reflecting a creep that should not belong to the living.

Those horrible eyes locked the clouds from between their fingers, and the sound in their mouths was dull and hard to hear: "Come on, let me see, this time, how do you escape? ”

Slow down, he has rushed to Yunchuan, and although the speed is still fast and fierce, it is much slower than before.

It's just that the moment he moved away, all around him crying, the whole world, it was like suddenly a terrible ghost domain.

At the center of the ghost domain, the clouds are as haunted as a bunch of ghosts, completely immobile.

The cultivation of the Seventh Divine King of Yunchuan, who was able to crush the heavens and loneliness, was astonished enough, but could no longer resist a Seventh Divine Lord. Under the repression of absolute force, even more powerful body methods can become powerless jokes.

Yanshan dragged a long gray mark straight to the cloudy throat. Until close to the count, the clouds still haven't escaped... naturally they can't move.

Just as Yanshan was more certain that Yun Cheol would fall into his hands at the next moment, Yun Cheol in his pupils suddenly magnified.

The seventh degree of the divine kingdom erupted in front of him in an exaggerated, horrific to incomprehensible range, but he could not even produce a shock. A scratch of shadow had passed from his side, only deep in his pupil, and a scratch of the flash of the moment was printed, but the long lasting red mark of Zhu.

Yan San's figure stagnated, and all the world's voices disappeared.

His whole man was fixed there, then slowly lowered his head... a huge sword, shining an unbright red light, pierced his heart, pierced his back, pierced his body.

He is tougher than the Heavenly Stone of the Divine Lord's Body, and the protective powers of the Divine Lord's Realm, as if they did not exist at all.

“Idiot. ”

Behind Yan Sangeng came the coldest whisper he'd ever heard in his life.

Cloud crystal reached out, the demon sword of heaven suddenly penetrated Yan Sangeng's body, flying back into his hand, the sword body did not stain half a silk stain.

Thereafter, Zhu Hong's sword disappeared into his hands. He turned his back on Yan San Gang, and he never looked at him again.

Being penetrated by a sword is by no means a fatal wound, not even a serious wound, for a man who has been made into the kingdom of God.

Yet Yan San is still there, with no bleeding in the body cavities, except for the red glow that still shines silently, with no signs of dispersion or dilution.