God after all

Chapter 272 Peak God War 14 Mammon Facing the Fear of the Son

In the bloody storm, only the bright figure stayed out of the matter, floating in the air, watching the tragic killing with cold eyes.

His handsome and eye-catching face, like the figure transformed by the sun and the moon, no one is fascinated by it.

But it is precisely because of the existence of this kind of supremacy and glory of the king that all the demon yakshas feel heartbroken.

As if they were deluded by phantom power, they brandished their weapons and shouted ghostly, and rushed towards the figure collectively.

The two golden dragon gods appeared, wanting to block thousands of troops and support their master.

Dragon God's eyes shone brightly like the sun, and the golden light released from his body drove back a team like clouds and rain.

The unmoving Leng Ji stood on the head of the Dragon God, and his ethereal robes fluttered in the wind.

In this underwater world where the doom is approaching, he stretched out his right hand forward, and a circle of light appeared in the palm of his hand.

The golden wheel glows with blazing holy light, and black vortexes surge in the inner space.

Terrifying power condensed in the shining golden circle.

Countless demons, rakshasas, gods and monsters, yakshas, ​​ghosts and monsters felt the howling wind and cold current, and with the powerful force of absorption, they crazily devoured everything in the deep sea underground world.

Mountains, canyons, huge coral reefs, and magnificent palaces, after being crushed by oppressive forces, poured into the Golden Wheel along with the boundless army.

The scene became chaotic, and the hurricanes and flying sand and rocks turned the underwater world into a whirl.

For a time, the sky was dark, and the chaotic world turned into a barren void, leaving only nine giant dragons and shining figures standing upright.

But this kind of empty phenomenon that even time stood still didn't last long. As the golden wheel aperture exploded in Leng Ji's hands, indescribable tragic scenes spread overwhelmingly.

As the hurricane swept through, the gravel roared like a torrential rain, mixed with broken weapons, stumps, heads, internal organs, hands and feet, excrement, blood, bones, and hair frantically blowing.

The tragic scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood spilling into the air and the ground filled the sky.

"It's scary! It seems that 3000 million years ago, the war between gods and demons was just around the corner."

Of the nine dragon gods who all possess Bonn's ideology, only one golden dragon is speaking now.

Leng Ji stood on the head of the golden dragon and remained silent, staring into the distance with distant eyes.

At this time, the flying nine dragons all looked in the same direction, witnessing the Son of God drifting in a motionless posture.

"what happened?"

Silently and silently, he flew forward.

Jiulong supported him meticulously and followed him around.

The blood-stained ground overflowed with black miasma and dead air, and the corpse fragments covered it endlessly.

Excrement, urine and blood, grotesque limbs, and heads covered all over the place, this creepy picture made Jiulong faintly sick.

Enduring the stench in the air, Bonn suggested: "Let's get out of here."

Leng Ji turned a deaf ear, drifting through the sky as if hearing nothing.

He moved forward very smoothly, gliding at a height of two feet in the air.

Kowloon gathered above his head to escort him.

The radiance of the dragon's body illuminates his wonderfully brilliant form.

"someone is coming."

Bonn finally understood what was going on, and stared at the eastern sky with piercing eyes.

Several black dots moved from far to near, until four creatures in the form of magical birds broke into Bonn's field of vision.

It recognized that it was a black and red double-winged dragon, and it was flying towards this direction at a high speed.

"Who is it? A demon god?"

The indifferent Leng Ji flew forward, his sleeves and silver hair swaying in the wind.

A figure jumped from the back of a black dragon to the ground, and walked forward alone regardless of the dirty blood.

Blood flooded the man's ankles, and he paced in the filth.

The hem of the jacket danced wildly in the wind, the man's blue hair was trembling in a mess, and his red pupils looked evil and eye-catching on his elegant face.

What really horrified him was not the broken limbs under his feet, but the dazzling existence of gold and jade all over his body.

Even if he just took a look at it from a distance, he felt his hands and feet go weak, and his heart was beating so fast that it was about to burst out of his chest.

"It turned out to be Mammon, the Prince of the Devil Realm. Why did he come here now?"

Among the nine dragons, only one golden dragon was speaking, and the voice was ancient and majestic like a god.

Leng Ji stopped immediately, floating in the air, waiting for the approacher.

A few beast roars tore through the silent sky.

The roar of the magic dragon resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the voice circling this miserable world revealed a sense of endless desolation.

The wind is howling, as if singing a sad and solemn song.

The sound of the fluttering of the coat fluttered against the ear, and the strong wind stirred the whole body of the blue-haired boy.

He stopped, and his thin body exuded a stubborn and rough loneliness.

The two sides are a hundred meters away, looking at each other.

Although the images were all still, a terrifying ghostly aura and a heavy sense of oppression permeated the air.

Feeling the opponent's strength, cold sweat broke out on Mamen's forehead, and his body felt weak.

He was already unable to take another step forward, this was because of the pain in his bones that was bound by the opponent's coercive breath.

"Your Majesty!"

Jiulong spoke at the same time, their voices were like muffled thunder, reverberating rumblingly.

Mammon knelt on one knee and supported the ground with one hand, trying not to kneel completely.

Just this involuntary movement almost made him gnash his teeth.

Sensing the threat, the four-headed dragon assumed an attacking stance, opening its mouth wide to spit out fireworks.

But it was only for an instant that they were controlled by an invisible and terrifying force.

A red dragon seemed to have been drained of life by something, shriveled and shriveled, turned into a mummy and fell to the ground, dying lifelessly.

The other black dragon exploded with a bang, and blood froth splashed wildly.

The scarlet rain poured down, drenching the young Mammon's whole body.

The remaining two dragons were terrified, screaming in panic, stretched their wings and swept towards the higher sky, looking like they were fleeing away from death, but they didn't dare to leave their master and fly away, so they could only hover in the sky and let out an uneasy roar.

The sharp and hoarse voice resounded through the universe, and a sense of horror tearing almost shattered the void.

Nine Dragons opened their mouths together, and roared to suppress the two noisy little dragons.

For a moment, the sky and the earth rumbled and shook, and the whole world echoed like a thunderous roar.

The two dragons finally ignored their master, and fled away with flapping wings.

Earth shaking and mountain shaking are not enough to describe the roar of Kowloon.

The remains of severed heads all over the ground were lifted up by the wind, sand and stones, forming a vast scene of rolling and tumbling.

Feces, urine, and blood blew across Mamen's body, and the broken arms, limbs and limbs flying in the wind hit him wildly.

He thinks he is brave and good at fighting. What bloody scene has he never seen?But at this moment, a deep sense of fear penetrated his limbs and bones.

He couldn't move his hands and feet, and the cold shivering that he had never felt paralyzed him.

Until the wind stopped and the appalling land returned to calm, he couldn't recover from the shadow of fear, only feeling that a century had passed.

A bright figure appeared in the red pupils from far and near, and appeared in front of him in a flash. Mamen's pupils were slightly widened, and there was an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

"Are you... the Holy Son?" He spoke with difficulty, feeling chest tight and short of breath.

The silent Leng Ji, overlooking the earth from a high position, the quiet gaze of his eyes can make the boy kneel down.

Mammon lay prone in the filth and couldn't straighten up. This humiliating posture severely hit his dignity.

"I won't kill you."

This result still couldn't make the teenager feel relieved.

The hatred in his heart suddenly intensified, and he angrily scolded: "Don't think I will thank you! If you have the guts, fight with me."

(End of this chapter)