God Level Demon

Boo!

At this moment, a light door appears deep in the void, tearing the void apart, creating a space passage, and then a figure emerges from the void and reaches the stars.

Once this figure emerged, the sky stood, the void stood, as if he represented the pinnacle of everything, even the avenue was suppressed, the complete god, the divine infinity.

North Pluto!

At the moment of the Holocaust, he arrived at the place in an instant and did nothing but raise his hand gently, slap it out, and silence.

Boom!

Immediately, that horrible bloody knife was immediately rendered invisible, completely dissipated, even the power behind him dissipated, completely absorbed, and no afterwave of power spread out.

The asterisks didn't feel any fluctuations either, and the control of this power is stunning.

“Impossible. How could you arrive at this place in an instant when you are far away from Konkun?” Holocaust saints can hardly believe that the North Pluto is fast approaching this point.

He thought he could delay the number of seconds of northern meditation. In seconds, he could kill Xiaping dozens of times, but he didn't expect to delay for a second. The other side instantly shut the void and arrived in front of him, blocking his own knife.

“Magnificent, how can a shameless man like you know that? Holocaust, you have fallen behind, and this is not the time for saints of your old age to roam. ”

The Northern Pluto stood with no expression: “But you dared to attack my apprentice, and you dared to show yourself. It seems that you wanted to die. The last time you just left one arm, this time you left your life. ”

He spoke softly, but with infinite killing machines, he wanted the lives of the Holy Massacre.

“Don't be ashamed, old North Pluto, because you still want your husband's life. ”

When I heard this, the Holy Massacre laughed, as if I had heard a great joke: "Do you think my husband is unprepared for this attack? If I dare, I am fully prepared. My main purpose today is not to kill your apprentice, but to kill you. ”

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, the void shook deep into the void, a void door appeared, and then a horrible smell descended from deep into the void, and suddenly three figures appeared.

These shadows emit a terrible smell, and they are certainly saints.

Four saints!

Xiaping's pupils contracted, and he perceived that things were hidden somewhat badly. Apparently, this was the opportunity for the Carnaval Saints to kill themselves, set a trap, contact the other three Saints, and hang the Northern Pluto.

One of the four saints is under siege. It looks like there's a lot of felony today.

“Thunder Saints, Ice Demon Saints, and Dark Demon Ancestors. ”

The Northern Pluto still looks very calm and recognizes the true identity of the three remaining saints: “You are also a giant of one side, you are actually moved by this bereaved dog, trying to deal with the old man, it seems that this carnage has also paid a considerable price. ”

“The price is, but it's not enough to kill a saint. ”

Raymond Saint said: "Old man, your threat is too great. A new saint in the district is just so arrogant and overbearing. You continue to grow up. Then again, will there ever be a mix of our great races in the South? You Konkoons have been aggressive lately. ”

“Exactly. ”

The eyes of the Ice Demon Saint contain a hint of chill, as if it were a solid ice that will last forever: "Old North Pluto, we have long wanted your life, and there can be no more invincible saints in the East. Let you, and your apprentice, be buried in the depths of the universe today, and the East doesn't need you strong men. ”

“Ouch, Northmediocre, I am interested in your body. When I kill you, I will refine your body into a puppet. That will be the most powerful force under my command, and you should be honored. ”

The old black devil grinned.

“Northbound old man, see, this is the trend of the great trend, who wants to kill you, such as Jiangzhi, you have become a target, today is your time to die.” Holocaust sainthood, supported by three great saints, no matter how powerful the Northern Pluto is, it is hard to escape today, and he can also repay this deep hatred.

“Go to hell. ”

Between moments, the Thunder Saint made a move, seemingly catching a glimmer of the Northern Pluto.

Raymond Fist!

This punch contains the power of thunder that destroys the heavens and the earth. It seems to condense into a thunderous avenue. Thousands of light-years in the circle are filled with the power of thunderbolt, communicating the thunderbolt dimension.

In an instant, countless thunderbolts danced and turned into a thunderbolt, as if the end of the world had come, destroying everything, whatever matter had to be destroyed under thunderbolts.

Even this punch contained immense brutality, astonishing, turning the dragon, as if the brutal force was exerted over his body, and the entire space was blown up.

This is a saint's punch. It must be a punch.

But all of a sudden, the Northern Pluto's eyes gave off an appalling light, and suddenly, his body disappeared, into the void, without a trace.

This speed is so fast that even saints cannot capture it, decaying into magic, seemingly embedded in the fluctuations of the void that no one can perceive.

The next second, his body appeared in front of the Thunderbarian saint, punched with his bare hands.

Boom!

For a moment, Ray's pupils contracted and his heart was so frightened that he couldn't seem to believe the scene because he didn't even know how the Northern Pluto appeared in front of him and how the other side broke through his physical defenses.

You know, he's good at thunder magic, he's body centered, and tens of thousands of light-years in all directions are covered in thunder energy, creating horrible magnetic fields, void distortions, layers and stacks, thousands of stacks.

Attacks on his body require the passage of hundreds of millions of blockades of thunderous forces, as well as countless layers of space that fold to make it possible to arrive.

But now the Northern Pluto just took a step and ignored his space defense, his thunderous defense, and instantly arrived at his side, which made him horrified and incomprehensible.

Then, before he could figure out a way to fight back, the Northern Pluto's fist was smashed.

Boom ~ ~

It was this punch, amazingly, ruined all the ancient times, crossed the ancient present, holes through the void, his body was actually like glass, inches broken, turned into powder.

There is only a flame of his soul left in this heaven and earth.

“Impossible? Just a punch, just a punch, my body was blown up, I had no power to fight back, how is it possible, how is it possible, this joke is big. ”

The Thunderbrute saint was completely insane and completely out of control. Even if he thought about it 10,000 times, he didn't think he would have this ending. One punch down, his body smashed, only a cluster of soul fires left.