God Level Demon

Of course, the soul is fundamental to the saint, and as long as the soul is not destroyed, the saint can be reborn.

But the destruction of the body is a major trauma for the Ray saints.

Only one breath, the fire of the soul of the Ray Barbarian saint shakes, drawing the power of void, scattered throughout the cellular tissue peristalsis, seems to want to revive again and congeal the body.

“Old North Pluto! ”

See, the Carnage Saints, the Dark Ancestors, and the Ice Demon Saints are all roaring. They will never allow the Northern Pluto to continue, and if another punch kills the Thunderbrute Saints, it will be a serious trauma for them.

They flashed, trying to stop the Northern Pluto from moving.

Boo!

Northwestern Pluto did not look at the movements of the three men. He moved forward, instantly moving, his body turned into nothingness, and easily crossed their blockade, reaching the soul of Ray's saint, another punch.

“No, no, no, no, no, don't kill me. ”

The Thunderbrute saint who was trying to come back to life saw this scene, felt the deadly killing machine, his sweat up, he couldn't help but scream awesome and shout awesome.

Boom!

He had recovered to half-body instantaneous collapse, inches collapsed, even this moment his soul could not resist, completely collapsed, shocked into powder, turned into nothingness, not even residue.

“How did this happen? How could my saints die in this place? Impossible, I'm unwilling, unwilling.” In the depths of the void, still comes the grim roar of the Ray Barbarian saints.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he was still beaten to death and his soul was wiped out.

“Impossible. When did the North Pluto become so powerful, what exactly happened? ”

The carnage saints were crushed, and in his eyes the Northern Pluto, even if more powerful, were only to raise their line, and even a single fight would not necessarily kill them.

But what's going on now, just two punches, kills the Thunder saint, the soul is extinct, the result is really exaggerated, incredible.

“He has broken through, he has broken through, he has advanced to a higher realm, he has touched an invincible realm.” The Dark Lord screamed and panicked. "Shit, I get it. Why is he here so fast? He didn't come to be real, he came to be projective, so the moment spanned hundreds of millions of light-years and arrived here.

We still have a chance, a chance, to resist for a while, and over time, his power will dissipate, and his projection will disappear. ”

He sees a mystery of the Northern Pluto.

“Projection? You're fucking kidding. How is that possible? Just a projection, two punches to the death of Raymond Saint, are you fucking kidding me?” The Ice Demon Saint shouted out loud and terrified.

It feels that it should not have come this time, it should never have come, and now it is dealing with what a horrible monster it is, where it is surrounded, it simply comes to die.

“Don't be afraid, even if he's strong enough, it's just a projection, kill the projection, we run away immediately, we still have a chance, we still have a chance.” The Holy Massacre growled, and now he doesn't want to kill the Northern Pluto, he just wants to escape, as far away as possible from this terrible monster.

He was terrified, and he thought that only tens of thousands of years had passed, that there would be little room for progress for the Northern Pluto. After all, the life expectancy of the saint was almost unlimited, and it took a great deal of time for every realm to break through.

But where could he have imagined that the Northern Pluto was terrified, beyond imagination, that he could never compare.

Bloodbath Skyknife!

Between moments, the carnage saint was furious, immediately using his full strength, pulling out the holy blood knife from his body, chopping the knife towards the northern Pluto, tearing the void.

Only, this bloody knife communicates the dimension of blood, the killing dimension, the dark dimension and so on, the dimensional world, the infinite power, the infinite number of characters that fall from the void, and are held on top of the knife.

The blow almost contained the essence of his lifelong cultivation, rooted in the will of the blood dimension, supplemented by the idea of killing, driven by his own infinite power.

Once it erupts, it destroys countless spaces, and even a solar system is bombarded into powder.

This knife is too horrible, too hegemonic, too horizontal, and it rips the galaxy apart.

The Northern Pluto watched the scene, did not speak, saw the bloody knife fall down, the sky swayed, and suddenly he breathed a sigh of breath towards the distance.

Boom Boom Boom ~ ~

This breath blows, the stars tremble, as if it were a cosmic storm, a space storm, as if it were a congenital wind blowing, a whole universe, galaxies trembling, violently shaking.

Xiaping can feel that countless nearby planets seem to have been blown away, changing their direction of operation, and all the meteorites are smoked out and turned into powder.

Even the bloody knife of the bombing couldn't hold that breath, bang bang, instantly collapsed, turned into powder, grey smoke extinguished, no longer existed.

The stars were completely emptied.

“Impossible, North Pluto, you can't be so powerful, blow my blood slaughter town heavenly knife, how much do you want to look down on people?! I don't like it. I don't like it! ”

The Holy Massacre is completely insane.

Tens of thousands of years ago, his strength was comparable to that of the Northern Pluto, and he even had connections, but today, in the past, his repairs have stagnated, even regressed.

But the Northern Pluto far surpassed him, reached his unimaginable realm, breathed, and struck him with the strongest blow, a fact that he could not accept at all.

All of a sudden, his sweat rose and he felt the deadly machines coming from the Northern Pluto. He was afraid to cry again, his body flashed, and he backed away, trying to escape.

But it's too late.

The Northern Pluto is another punch, silent, straight forward, playful, straight through the essence.

As soon as his figure flashed, he moved directly to the Holy Massacre, ignoring any space blockade, as if the space barrier was no different from tofu for him.

His eyes were calm, like an abyss, dark and dark, devouring everything, as if nothing could shake him, and his pupils were deep in the mystery of an infinite universe, with countless stars running.

“Ah!”

The next second, the Holy Massacre screamed a terrible scream, because under this punch his whole body was shattered, even the Sacred Knife on his body was shattered, completely blown up, and his size was shattered.

Such fists are frightening, destroying the ancients, breaking the law, destroying the decay.

Even a carnage saint cannot see how powerful and mysterious this punch is, as if it were all-encompassing, with the true meaning of the entire universe.

This is a power that he has exhausted his entire life and cannot understand.