My master is a god

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update my master is the latest chapter of the gods!When Yang Yiyun spoke, the four Divine Monarchs of Variety felt a little uncomfortable, but at the moment Yang Yiyun was surrounded by a hundred souls and could not move at all. The Divine Monarch of Variety was only Yang Yiyun talking big.

Sneered and said: "The kid has to admit that you do have some tricks, but in the eyes of the monarch, it is the ant's after all. Hand over the key to the inscription, and the monarch will leave you a whole body."

"Ants?" Yang Yiyun smiled and continued: "It is indeed an ant. Although it is the peak cultivation base of the mid-Yuan Ying, it is indeed an ant in the eyes of Xiaoye. Killing you is like killing a dog, haha."

Although Yang Yiyun was surrounded by a hundred souls released by the Divine Monarch Jian Jingjing at this time, unable to move his body, he still did not have the slightest fear.

Because he had just summoned Master Yuntian at the moment of crisis, he was scolded by the old man: "You only have unrestricted mana from the stinky boy in the nirvana space. Isn't it possible to deal with a few little infants and bother to be a teacher?"

"The dead old man has a holy spirit banner in his hands, how can I get it?" Yang Yiyun snarled.

"Useless stuff, isn't it just some stronger resentful souls? Listen to the supreme mantra of your teacher, let alone these low-level resentful spirits, even the ancient souls can be overwhelmed..." Yun Tianxie During the curse, Yang Yiyun taught the mantra to deal with the resentful spirits in the spirit of the ever-changing gods.

Yang Yiyun and the ever-changing gods are delaying time and secretly comprehending the mantra taught by the master.

Anyway, he believed that as long as the old man was confident in this way, then the mantra taught by his old man would be effective.

At this time, if you can delay it for a while, it is always right to be more familiar with the mantra spell.

I'm talking about the four Divine Monarchs of Variety, although they dug a big hole to insult him by knowing the trace of his appearance a long time ago, they still used external forces such as charms, and their own cultivation mana was still limited.

Yang Yiyun knew that as long as the spirit-calling banners of the ever-changing gods were resolved, the rest was not a concern.

It is impossible for them to have so many spells. No matter where they are, the spells used by the four are not super-seeking spells. There will not be many. Even if he has a way to deal with it, it is enough to suffer a loss once. It can't be a second time, right?

At this time, the Variety God looked at Yang Yiyun's mouth hard, and the more he felt that Yang Yiyun was pretending to be calm. For a while, he thought that Yang Yiyun was going to eat it. He sneered and said, "My boy, I want to see how hard your mouth is."

After speaking, he said to the three middle-aged Yuan Ying monks beside him: "The three Dao brothers killed him and took the inscription key back. By then, the entire Louvre Palace’s heaven, material and earth treasures belong to the four of us."

The Variety God Lord himself did not move, because at this time, he was still controlling the soul-raising flag to deal with the red elephant demon soul. In his eyes, Yang Yiyun was not worth a red elephant demon soul, and finally suppressed the red elephant demon soul. After coming down, he didn't want to make trouble because of Yang Yiyun.

After speaking to the three, the Variety God Lord ignored Yang Yiyun and focused on dealing with the Red Elephant Demon Soul. As long as the Red Elephant Demon Soul was completely suppressed, the magic weapon protected by the Red Elephant Demon Soul would be his, anyway, Yang Yiyun The Hundred Souls released by her can't get over any storm.

Deep down in her heart, the Variety God Monarch has never believed in anyone at all, and the three middle-aged monks around her are no exception. They just find cannon fodder to use. If she believes in people, she won't be called the Variety God Monarch.

The three cultivators in the middle stage of Yuan Ying approached Yang Yiyun and were about to attack Yang Yiyun.

At this moment, Yang Yiyun sneered at the corner of his mouth, and thought of the mantra that the old man taught him silently. As long as the mantra was determined, the entangled souls on his body could be destroyed in an instant. He waited for the three to approach and then unexpectedly killed the three.

However, he forgot Ye Wuxin.

In other words, he has forgotten that Ye Wuxin has always treated him well.

How could this savage and wayward lady let him be harmed at this time?

It was this negligence that caused Yang to run away completely...

Just as the three mid-Yuan Ying cultivators stepped forward, a beautiful shadow rushed over while Yang Yiyun was about to save money.

"Death~"

One of the elders shot out with a backhand.

"Touch~"

"Ah~"

"Puff~"

Ye Wuxin originally thought that she would succeed in a sneak attack and buy time for Yang Yiyun. She didn't know how to approach, so she was pierced in the chest by a sword and fell on the ground and vomited blood.

"Unintentional~"

Yang Yiyun's face changed wildly. He didn't expect this silly girl to rush in at this moment.

I knew in my heart that she actually wanted to help herself out.

But... now she herself is actually under the sword of others.

Seeing a large swath of Ye Wuxin's chest that was stained with blood, Yang Yiyun's eyes were bloodshot and he roared.

He didn't care about any calculations in his heart, and wanted to kill three cultivators in the middle Nascent Soul stage at once.

After the mantra decisive operation, the Hundred Souls entwining him suddenly cried and howled, and instantly turned into black smoke, dissipating the world.

It is also the effort of a thought that is so difficult to be entangled in everything that disappears, fully demonstrating the power of the old man to teach mantras, and it is not an exaggeration.

The Dragon Sword in the hand Xuan Huang Jian Qi revolves to the extreme, and even used the power of thunder and lightning in the body that has a small number of digits.

"Dead~"

"Puff whistle~"

Yang Yiyun, who was completely violent, shouted an angry blow, and with the help of his physical and magical powers, he thought that the old man was cut in half with a single sword. The strong thunder and lightning power was mixed in, and the old man’s Yuan Ying did not escape. The power of thunder and lightning smashed.

The other two saw that Yang Yiyun suddenly broke free from the entanglement of the hundred souls of the ever-changing gods, and killed the old man with a single sword. They felt the powerful mana fluctuations in Yang Yiyun's body. They didn't understand that Yang Yiyun, the freak, could actually use mana.

This is simply a nightmare for them, regardless of their cultivation base in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but no magic power can be used here, even if a Jindan cultivator comes in, they can kill them.

The two reacted and ran away.

But will Yang Yiyun give them a chance to escape under the rage?

"Give it to death~"

Yang Yiyun revolved close to the end of the world with magical powers, turned into lightning, and slashed after two giant swords.

At the same time, Yang Yiyun's breath was overwhelming, and a dull noise came from his body.

At this moment, Yang Yiyun knew that he was about to break through, but it was a pity that there was no heaven and earth aura in the nirvana at this moment.

But at this time, he had only killing intent in his eyes, and he could kill two cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"No...ah~"

"Puff whistle~"

A head flew into the air.

Yang Yiyun chopped off the head of one of them, and then took advantage of the flow. The body of the second was chopped into two parts, destroying Yuan Ying.

In a blink of an eye, the other monk was embarrassed, but instead of running away, he rushed towards Yang Yiyun with a long knife. Anyway, he knew that he couldn't escape in the hands of the evil god Yang Yiyun, so it was better to fight.

Yang Yiyun's bloodshot eyes narrowed: "Stealing hands~"

With one blow on the right hand bone, the most powerful blow came out, instantly turning into a huge claw to slap the person.

"Boom~"

After the dull sound, the Yuan Ying monk was directly shot into a pile of minced meat by Yang Yiyun's full force of stealing the magical powers of the heavens.

In fact, it was less than five or six breaths before and after, Yang Yiyun beheaded three cultivators in the middle Yuan Ying period in a row during the exposure.

But the Albino God Lord was not far away, manipulating the soul-recruiting banner to witness Yang Yiyun's evil side, everything happened too fast, and he didn't have time to react.

Seeing the broken limbs of the three of them, the God of Variety trembled in her heart, and she was terrified.

But it was this distraction that the Red Elephant Demon Soul suddenly broke free of its suppression.

"Roar~"

The sky-shaking roar came from the mouth of the red elephant demon soul.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Yiyun saw the Scarlet Elephant Demon Soul spit out a sharp arrow to shoot directly at the Divine Lord, knowing that this arrow was a powerful Divine Soul attack. If the Divine Lord couldn’t take it, it would be enough for him to drink a pot.

However, a mouthful of blood spitting out on the hoisting banner in the face of the Variety God Monarch frantically changed his face, and the hoisting banner suddenly became dark and enveloping him in an instant.

An arrow from the Red Elephant Demon Soul also flew directly into the black air.

"Ah~"

The screams of the ever-changing gods came from the black air.

Yang Yiyun knew that this arrow would lose his skin even if he didn't die, so he ignored it and came to Ye Wuxin's side.

Falling in a pool of blood, Ye Wuxin had a blood hole in his heart. He was still bleeding out, feeling a weak breath, but fortunately he did not die. This was a blessing for Yang Yiyun.

With a wave of his hand, he directly took out two drops of life water from the Qiankun pot and fed it into Ye Wuxin's mouth.

"Silly girl~"

After giving Ye Wuxin two drops of life water to Ye Wuxin, Yang Yiyun muttered to himself, picked her up and placed her in the corner of the hall, then got up and looked at the field again with murderous intent in his eyes.