Against the Gods

Without the “assistance” of Yunchuan, the demon butterfly and Qianye Shadow are once again in a stalemate. The power of the two people has caused the junction supported by the kings of the world to be continuously contracted by the shock.

And with their nostrils, one can imagine that, in the battle of the two gods, the emperor kingdom has surely fallen worse than a natural disaster.

The demon butterfly is aimed at the clouds and would never have allowed anyone else to interfere. But Qian Ye Shadow went far beyond the expected strength, and most likely due to the strange interference from Yun Jiao, she did not stop Yan Sangeng, but once again, saw the scene she never dreamed of.

Yunchuang avoided Yan Sangeng's attack twice before, apparently under his cover, in order to thunderbolt the sword after. It is also his usual means.

And this is by no means an intelligent means, but a joke in the eyes of a strong man with a wealth of experience. But there is no fault in the clouds. Strong to the seventh level of the Divine Lord, Yan Sangang, who has had tens of thousands of years of experience in Gendo, has been directly recruited.

It's not how good he is, it's how fraudulent his doorway smells, and it can be said to be countless times more than the perception of anyone. Stronger an ant is also unlikely to truly create a vigilance, let alone prepare it to its full potential.

Moreover, it is an immobile ant that has been completely restrained.

But Yan San, on the other hand, even if he is unprepared, if he is not alert, he is still a level 7 god! These boundaries, their bodies and protective powers, are absolutely unimaginable.

Yet Yun Che... one sword through the body!?

Boom!

A loud noise blew the fog away at the same time as the dark clouds, and the heavenly dome seemed to separate a terrible crack. Qianye Yieh Yieh Yieh's shadow turned and came to the side of the cloud crystal. The witch butterfly did not do any more work. She looked at Yan Sangeng and Yun crystal, and her eyes shook with rare shocking glances.

Yun Che's flash of Xuan Qi erupted, still the aura of the Seventh Divine King, but the fierce aura of the aura was like the simultaneous outbursts of strength of countless Seventh Divine King, so strong that he was almost unwilling to be the Seventh Divine Lord of Yan San Gang!

What's even more incredible is that... even if the clouds can really lift the power to a level closer to Yan San, Yan San should not be so easily pierced by a sword.

The eyes of the demon butterfly fell on the wounds of Yanshan's body, where the red light of the Zhu punctured her eyes. The image of the Heavenly Sword appeared in her mind and could not be dispersed.

The scene of the destruction of the imagination silenced the emperor so terribly that people almost glared at him and could not believe what they were seeing.

Yen San seems to have been completely stunned, one breath... two breaths... three breaths... he is still rated there, staring at the void in his heart.

Finally, his lips trembled, making a slight sound: “You...”

A word exit, his whole body suddenly slightly trembled, and then the whole person fell straight down, falling back into the junction below, his feet deep into the land, and then stood there, motionless again.

“Ghost... Senior Ghost King? ”

The nearest kings try to move forward and take out the best potion they can carry without an appointment. As Yan Ghost King, it's basically impossible to see their psychic potion, but if you can get a good feeling, you will use it endlessly.

However, they had only a few steps ahead and all of a sudden they were all set there.

Tianmu Yi, Calamity Tianxing and other people are about to rush over, and the figure is set there, and the look is stagnant, like a ghost god.

Yan Sangen's aura and breath of life are fading away, and this escape is by no means a weakness under injury, but… such as a suddenly broken balloon, breaking apart at an alarming rate.

After a few short breaths, the breath became faint, and the half-kneeling body went soft and paralyzed like mud.

As soon as his head hit the ground, he released to his biggest pupil and slowly retracted, with no further turmoil.

Yan Sangang's breath of life completely disappeared, even if he was as strong as a demon butterfly, he could not perceive a trace more.

Quiet, incredibly scary quiet.

Above the altitude, the demon butterfly's eyes shrink.

As a witch, she has long forgotten what “cold” is. But at this moment, countless paths of chills have never existed, running wildly all over her body, every... Hair, all shrunk upside down.

Yan Sangeng...

Dead......

As the 9th level god, the demon butterfly can naturally beat the 7th level god Yan San Gong. But trying to kill him was extremely difficult.

In the realm of the late divine lord, wanting to die is truly an extremely difficult thing.

In the Yan Demonic Realm, the Yan Demon is beneath the Yan Emperor, the Yan Demon is beneath the Yan Demon, and the Yan Sangang is the head of the Yan Demon Demon. In the whole Yan Demon Realm, both strength and status, it is second only to the supernatural existence of the Yan Emperor and Yan Demon.

Therefore, even if the demon butterfly could easily kill him, it would never dare to do so.

Even, she couldn't believe that in the Northern Divine Realm, someone could kill... and dare to kill the demon king of the Yan Demon Realm!

Even more incomprehensible, how did he die!?

With the strength of God, the vitality and self-healing power have far exceeded the realm of the Spirit. Even the amputation of limbs can be perfectly healed, worn through by a sword. It is not seriously injured at all for a God, and fatality is even more impossible.

But under the sword of Yunchuang, Yanshan died even more so!

The grey eyes, the breath of total annihilation, prove that this impossible thing is true... right in front of them.

The wound on his body, Zhu Hong's mark finally slowly disappeared at this time, while the black fog slowly spilled.

All those present practiced dark magic for the rest of their lives, and many more god lords were present, but none of them perceived the scent of these black gas, as if it were just a ray of black dust and smoke.

“This… this is…”

Tianmu's outstretched hand was rigid in the air, unable to retract, unable to lay down. As King of the First Realm, God of the Eighth Level, he has an unrivalled understanding of what the Seventh Level God is, and he is horrified and unbelievable in his heart, far superior to others.

The death of King Yan Ghost is the most incredible thing that happened in the Northern Divine Domain... after the sudden death of the Emperor of the Pure God 10,000 years ago.

“Good, you must seek death. ”

In a world of silence, a cold voice sounds exactly the same as before, falling into the ears, like a needle spike, making them cold all over their bodies.

“There are so many fools in the Northern Divine Realm.” Clouds chill: “Can only be locked in a cage forever, like a nest of livestock? ”

“...” the witch butterfly slowly turned her eyes, she looked at Yun Che and said, “Do you know... who he is? ”

Speaking out, she realized that her voice was carrying an uncontrollable chestnut.

“Yan Sangang, the head of the thirty-six demon kings of the Yan Demon Realm.” Qianye Shadow slowly said: “The fame is great, unfortunately, the brain is not very good, live well, you have to find death. ”

The demon butterfly's eyes still stared at the clouds and killed the Yan Ghost King's. His eyes were still as bleak as before. There was no excitement, pride, arrogance, or fear... Just like the previous defeated heavens alone, it was plain as if a trustee had crushed an insect ant!

That's the Ghost King of the Yan Demon Realm!

Or does he have no feelings at all?

“Is he… how… died?” The demon butterfly bites his teeth and the words are hard.

Neither Yunchue nor Qianye Shadow answered, but their eyes flashed with contempt, as if they were telling her: Are you blind? Of course it was a sword stabbed to death.

King Yan Ghost was stabbed to death with a sword... Oh, what an absurd joke.

The demon butterfly didn't ask any more. She finally glanced at the body of the Yan Ghost King and lowered her voice: “No wonder...”

She turned around, dancing on her dark butterfly, and suddenly went away with her figure, turning her eyes and disappearing into a dull sky.

“Don't leave her?” Qianye Yinger said: “You said you wanted her to regret it. ”

“No need.” Yunchuan: “She's gone, and we have an extra chip in our hands. ”

Qianye Yinger thought briefly and understood Yun Che's meaning.

The clouds lifted their hands and in their palms, a tiny black cyclone was spinning slowly. The demon sword of the heavenly robbery penetrated Yan Sangang's body for a moment, and the power of his dark eternal robbery poured into his body with his sword.

Dark Xuan Gong from the Demon Emperor, such as an ancient demon god raging in Yan San Gong's body, destroys all dark beings on him.

Five fingers closed slowly, and the clouds exhaled gently. Darkness can sanction all darkness, but it is also limited to darkness. How good would it be to do so to the bastards of other divine domains?

The demon butterfly leaves in a state of almost desertion. The only thing that can shock and shock a witch so much is probably the cloudy freak.

The fighting stopped, but the junction that protected the little half Emperor did not release it, and a pair of eyes looked at the clouds as they shrunk. Their perception, today, was completely crushed.

“Who the hell are you?” Tianmu shouted, his hands clasped tightly and his whole body tightened.

A man who dares to kill even the Yan Devil King is no longer described by the word "madman”.

And just one sword killed a Seventh God, and for the first time in his life, Tianmu was terrified all over himself.

“Let's go.” Yunchuan didn't look at anyone and turned around and was ready to leave. He was going to come here, and he wanted to make a special move through the Heavenly King's Festival. But the presence of the witch was a pleasant surprise.

At this time, Yunchuan said these words again. If everyone gets Dahe, he will make a series of exhalations, and Tianmu's rigid body will be loose, but he will no longer dare to speak. I fear that any redundant actions will suddenly attract his attention.

Previously, he would never allow two people to leave alive. Now, all he wants is for them to leave immediately, never to show up again, and he doesn't even dare to know who they are.

And when Yan Sangeng is killed, Yan Demon Definition will launch a full pursuit of him. Because that sword was not only inserted into Yan San Gong, but also into Yan's demon face.

“Wait!”

The sudden sound made people's hearts snap, hatred could not slap the one who spoke, but when they saw the one who spoke, they had to bite their teeth to bear it.

The man who made the noise was actually burning. He looked at Yun Che's back and said: “Is your last name Yun? ”

Faced with his questioning, Yun Che did not respond, quickly went away and clearly ignored his existence.

Burning his teeth, but daring not ask again.

At this point, the clouds suddenly stopped. When people thought he was going to have a conversation with Burning, he slowly said: "Heaven alone, this so-called ghost king offended me and I gave him death. And you're still alive. Do you know why? ”

Heavenly Loneliness was seriously injured, but he saw the scene in its entirety. Listening to Yun Che's words, he raised his head harshly. That already distant figure, he looked up at this moment, and his heart was nothing but embarrassment and humility.

What I did before was ridiculous... ridiculous.

“Senior... don't hesitate to kill me.” Heavenly solitude. Even weak and bleak, his voice still has a unique clarity.

He called Yun Cheol a senior, but never dreamed that Yun Cheol was less than one-tenth his age.

“Huh!” Yunchuan smiled softly, "This cage in the Northern Divine Domain, many people want to escape, because it is too difficult for them to survive. And there are many people who have never wanted to escape, because they are powerful, in high places, the dominion of the Northern Divine Domain, never have to worry about the word" survival ", but enjoy something that others have not dared to expect for ten generations. ”

“Change or escape? This is simply a joke for them. Enjoying everything, why risk change? When they survived, the Northern Divine Realm did not disappear completely, but as for the Hereafter, what does it matter to them? ”

“!!” Heavenly solitude raised his head, his dim eyes shaking like crazy.

“The most capable, the most deserving, never thought to fight. That's rare, coming out of such a different kind of you. It's just a shame...” Yunchuan smiled coldly: “You do what you do, but you are so childish and ridiculous! This is even more ridiculous than... back then! ”

He turned around and looked at the loneliness of the sky: "Benevolence? Moral? Huh... what is that? The only thing that can change this is the ruthlessness of being dead, and enough blood to cover the entire North. Understand? ”

The sky was lonely as a thunderbolt, and his whole body shook dramatically. He looked into Yun Che's eyes, his eyes trembling more and more intensely... suddenly he struggled to climb up, withstood the wound collapse and knelt heavily there.

“Lonely, you?” Tianmu was stunned and everyone was stunned.

Bang

Towards the cloudy direction, his head heavily smashed to the ground, this beating, he tried his best, but only had no protection. All the wounds just sealed were cracked, his forehead bled, and when he raised his head, his face was full of tears except blood marks: “Please... take me as a disciple. Lonely... willing to follow my predecessors, be a cow and a horse... please complete my predecessors! ”

Tianmu's words of solitude surprised the first-class people. Tianmu forwarded vigorously and grabbed Tianmu's shoulder: “Lonely, what are you talking about! ”

He immediately turned around and said to Yunchuang: “Ling Yun... seniors, the dog is too wounded, delirious, nonsense, don't worry about it. ”

The clouds come from unknown, strangely harsh and whatever. He has just killed King Yan Ghost, and will be hunted down by the Yan Demon Realm. How can he allow Heaven to be alone in any relationship with him?

Tian Lonely never disobeyed his father's words, but this time, his eyes stared at Yunchuang and his voice was silent and decisive: “Father, the child has never been more sober in his life. ”

Tianmu stunned.

The eyes of heaven alone at this time, he has never seen. At this moment, a sad, yet incredibly clear thought suddenly appeared in his heart… he seemed to have never really known his proudest son.

Loneliness... even his father is excluded from solitude.

“I'm your teacher?” Yunchuan turns his back: “You are far from qualified. But your life might work for me. And this day... won't be long. ”

Yan Yu was in the ear, but Yun Che's body had gone far away, leaving Tian Lonely demented to look at the sky.