God Level Demon

“Hmm? What?! ”

“is a pen. ”

“Something's wrong. What are you doing with a pen at a critical moment, writing a will? ”

“How can you write a fart like that in time? There must be a conspiracy. ”

Immediately someone perceived that Xiaping had taken out a magical treasure, that they were extremely sensitive, that this golden pen emitted an unusual smell and created a very strong sense of threat.

They don't believe this kid came up with a pen to write a suicide note at this critical juncture. It must have been a big secret before he came up with it now.

“Kill!”

Xiaping doesn't talk to these people at all, grips the wheel pen, instills his powers into him, and gently draws towards the void.

Boom!

In an instant, the revolving pen immediately erupted into a fierce flash of terror, a white cold flash, as if it had torn the sky in half and terror was infinite.

The closest to Xiaping is the Wan Poison Gate Peach Blossom Array. Many Wan Poison Gate disciples are also the first to be hit, instantly hit by this white cold ray.

Immediately, they couldn't even react, and the whole battle was torn apart like tofu, completely collapsing, and they couldn't bear such a sharp force.

Even these cardinal disciples were struck by this sharp ray, sliced across, and the incision smoothed, as if struck by an extinct sword, blown hair, and the entire body was cut in half.

“Ahhh!!! ”

A vast scream was made by a disciple of poison who discovered that he had been struck by this raging ray, not only had his body been cut in half, but even his soul had been severely traumatized.

Obviously, the power of this pen can traumatize their souls through virtual networks.

If the ordinary death of the virtual universe is just a month's rest, their soul energy can be restored, but it is now possible to recover with at least three years' rest.

“Die. ”

Instantly annihilated many disciples, Xia Ping did not stop, his back produced wings, speed extremely fast, holding a pen, exerted no upper hand, and proudly killed towards the angel tribe angel.

He was again gently drawn. Seventy-eight sharp forces appeared in the void, splitting the void, dividing the yin and yang, and arranging it into a terrible net of extermination.

Boom ~ ~ ~

The angels set up by the angels were instantly crushed, and even their bodies were struck by these raging forces, cutting them into seventy-eight pieces, bloody.

They have infinite white light, an angelic light that tries to extinguish all energy attacks, but it doesn't work at all for the pen, even angelic light is cut in half.

Just a blow, these angels die up and down, no one stays.

“The revolving pen is really too strong, when it's really the circle that divides life and death. ”

Xia Ping was very shocked, he felt that the pen was more powerful than imagined, even if it was sealed now, but with its own sharp power, it was enough to kill everything, like a superb spirit apparatus, a half-step sacred apparatus.

He felt it was too easy to break down the enemy with this pen.

Whatever magic they wear, no matter what magic trick the enemy uses, just a quick stroke of the pen and you can cut it in half and crush it completely.

Even as he manipulated this brush to completely inspire the power of the wheel pen, each hair above the tip seemed to inspire a sharp force, killing everything, cutting the yin and yang, rowing the wheel back, and deciding.

It is inconceivable how terrible the power of a revolving pen can be in the midst of a full period.

Fortunately, however, the pen was sealed, otherwise, with the power of the full period pen, one breath would be enough to suck his powers clean and dry.

“Damn, what kind of treasure is this? ”

“It's too strong for us to resist. ”

“My God, I'm wearing a high-quality defensive spirit device. One blow, I tear it in half, and even my body is cut into dozens of pieces, and I can't stop it. ”

“Holy instrument, this is an absolutely powerful holy instrument. ”

“Too much, it's against the rules. How could this bastard have holy weapons on him? It doesn't make any sense. ”

“By the way, this could be the ultimate treasure left by Panwu Tower, the treasure he obtained through Panwu Level 5 Trial Tower, the legacy of Panwu Saints. ”

“Damn, how did this demon get such a treasure? Is there anyone else who can resist his vices? God is so unfair. ”

Everyone was crying out loud and unhappy, and countless of them joined forces to arrange a great battle to quickly suppress the invincibility of this weapon and never survive.

But the other side just kills them everywhere with a pen, crushes them easily, and asks them how they can take their breath? I'm so unhappy.

But Xiaping, whether the people were willing or unwilling, dared to block the enemies in front of him all had to be eliminated, he held the pen, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, massacred.

Every time he appeared, the pen was gently drawn back, a big battle broke down, the group of people were backphagocyd, spitting blood and seriously injured.

And then he drew again, and these seriously injured people were cut into dozens of pieces, turned into pieces, severely traumatized, and quickly disappeared into the virtual universe.

“No, we're not his opponents at all. ”

“This sacred weapon is so powerful, it's dead in front of it. ”

“Retreat, retreat quickly, do not make fearless sacrifices. ”

“This magic treasure is incredibly weird and can even hurt the soul of the body. Even if there is a weakening of the virtual universe, it is of little use. Do not die here for nothing. ”

A group of people escaped and were horrified, and they were informed that those who had been slaughtered by the revolutionary pen seemed to have suffered severe soul trauma, some of them seriously, and were directly in a coma.

Though they did not die, it was worse than death, and it was unbearable to know how much resources were needed to make up for it.

When they heard the news, they were finally afraid that even if they stayed in the virtual universe, they would not necessarily have immortality and still have powerful treasures to wreak havoc on their souls.

“Well, the breath seems to be getting stronger. ”

Xiaping's eyes revealed a glimmer of light, and he found that the more enemies the pen had killed, the stronger and stronger the scent it emitted and the slower the seal was weakened.

And one by one, the power of the bright light grew more horrific, and the enemies could not resist, and often came bombarded with white light, and the people died.

“So, eating your soul, can you unseal the pen and enhance the power of the pen? ”

Xiaping quickly figured out why, the pen must have the ability to devour the soul and be able to own it.

He was even more excited when he thought about it, believing that he could lift the seal of the pen faster and boost the power of the pen by killing all of those enemies.