The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2902 Once you admit it, you can only die

Elder Xin's pupils shrank, and his heart was extremely anxious. Once he made a move, he would not be the opponent of the demon king at all, but why the god master has not come yet.

Leng Wuyou caught the change in this guy's eyes, and a sneer appeared on his expressionless face.

"You're wondering why your master hasn't come yet, heh, he won't come, he has already given up here, and you have become a useless chess piece."

impossible!
Subconsciously, Elder Xin wanted to refute.

The divine master put layers of forbidden spells and seals here at the beginning, which meant that he valued this place very much, so how could he give up here as the other party said.

In fact, if he gave up on him, he would have nothing to refute. He still has some understanding of the God Lord.

If the God Lord is useful, he will stay. If he is useless, he will be an abandoned child.

That's why he didn't think that the God Lord would come to save him from the beginning, all he thought was that the God Lord would not give up on Longyu.

But unfortunately, his idea is doomed to fail.

Shen Jiuqi has his own thinking ability. Since it is not a cold stone, it will not remain unchanged, but it has not reached the point where it needs to change. Even a stone will have a day when water drips through it.

The absence of Shen Jiuqi obviously dealt too much blow to Elder Xin.

His body staggered back, almost falling directly.

But after all, he is an old monster of ten thousand years, and he still has a little concentration. Even if he was frightened in his heart, he adjusted his emotions as quickly as possible.

The more panicked he is at this moment, the faster he will die.

But Jun Moyuan didn't care about his emotions. In midair, the intertwined net came towards him to suppress him without hesitation.

He really wanted to escape, but the terrifying coercion on the blood net made him unable to even resist, so he just plopped and fell to his knees under the pressure.

The black robe on his body was also torn into pieces because of the pressure. For a moment, Elder Xin was in a panic. The fear in his eyes was clearly visible on his old face.

"Don't you can't kill me, the Lord God will come soon."

Elder Xin, who was extremely terrified, still did not forget to look forward to the Divine Lord.

When things got to this point, Shen Jiuqi didn't even show up, so he already knew the result, but he didn't want to admit it, because once he admitted it, he would have to die.

The bloody net held Elder Xin in place.

Jun Moyuan stepped forward step by step, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he stopped when he was one meter away from Elder Xin.

"Elder Xin, your divine master will not come, but we will send him down to see you in the future."

Jun Moyuan's tone of voice seemed to contain ice balls.

The big open hand pressed down, and the bloody net suspended above Elder Xin's head shrank directly to the middle.

The speed was very fast, and Elder Xin was completely wrapped up in an instant.

And as Jun Moyuan clenched his big hand tightly, the blood net wrapped around Elder Xin became tighter and tighter, and finally there was only a bang, and Elder Xin, who was originally intact, turned into pieces of blood mist.

The blood net turned into a long whip and was held in Jun Moyuan's hand. He looked at the blood mist with cold eyes. This time, Elder Xin was completely dead, and there was no chance of being alive again.

Even if he still has a clone outside, but with the intervention of the law of blood, his clone will never wake up.

Jun Moyuan lowered his eyes, looking at the blood under his feet, his eyes were a little deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The thick blood lingered on the tip of his nose, making him frown a little. With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind flew out, the blood dissipated, and the blood on the ground disappeared without a trace.

Looking at Jun Moyuan's back, Leng Wuyou could see a bit of loneliness from his back for no reason.

Can't help but walk forward, to pat Jun Moyuan on the shoulder to show comfort.

(End of this chapter)