Grandpa Supreme

Chapter 1602
In the eyes of Qiumo and Yutian Mojun, between life and death, there was no fear at all, but a fierce fighting spirit was burning.

boom!boom!boom!
Qiumo unleashed Mo Thirteen Swords one after another, the light of the sword swept through the air, tearing apart the air.

The other demon kings also showed their own magical powers, and their martial arts were released together, the void collapsed, and the sky and the earth turned pale.

Ling Yun's devilish energy turned into power and flowed out like a fountain, sweeping across the entire palace, causing the surrounding void to vibrate violently.

"He is really the devil!"

"So what, he is unkind first, don't blame us for being unrighteous!"

No wonder they were so shocked, because Ling Yun's demonic aura was too powerful, beyond their imagination.

boom! !

Like meteors colliding, a vast wave spread out, and the entire palace was destroyed. First, four figures flew out and stood in the void!
"What a powerful force."

"I don't know if he's dead or not!"

"Not good, the Consonance Demon Lord has not come out."

"He must be dead, why don't we leave here temporarily."

The cold-blooded demon lord was dripping with sweat as he spoke.

Qiumo shook his head, his eyes serious: "The devil must not die so easily. At this time, we should unite. If we disperse, we will be defeated individually."

At this moment, Yutian Mojun's old face was pale, and cold sweat dripped from his back.

Hearing this, the four of them kept looking at the ruined palace below.

In the ruins!
Ling Yun stayed in place the whole time. Opposite him stood Consonance Monarch. The latter looked terrified. He was hit by the Dark Throne in the hall just now, which made him lose the best chance to leave.

Without waiting for him to escape again, Ling Yun directly tore through the void, and grabbed the neck of Lingxi Mojun with one hand.

In Ling Yun's hands, a majestic false god is struggling like a chicken.

Such shocking power, if seen by the seven domains outside, will shake people's hearts.

The face of Lingxi Mojun turned purple due to suffocation, no matter how he struggled and burst out of breath, he couldn't break free from Ling Yun's palm.

Ling Yun's eyes were as cold as ice.

"It seems that you are the first among them to die."

"Let... let me go..." Lingxi Mojun struggled violently.

He felt that Ling Yun's palm was getting harder and harder.

"I'll let you go, hehe, you're still thinking about this at this moment, do you think it's possible?"

In Ling Yun's eyes, a sharp and indifferent light flashed.

"No... don't... I can redeem my sins, I can..." The expression of extreme panic appeared in the eyes of the Demon King Lingxi.

No one is not afraid of death, even the strong false gods.

He still has an ambitious plan that is roughly unfinished.

He still has a lot to do.

How can he die?

However, before Lingxi Mojun finished speaking, Ling Yun's palm was hard.

With a click, the neck of Consonance Demon Monarch was directly crushed.

Not only that, when he cut off the neck of the Consonant Demon King, a wave of demon power surged out, shaking all the bones, internal organs and six internal organs in his body into minced meat.

In this way, even the strong false gods will die and cannot die again.

Consonance Demon Monarch's eyeballs were bulging and bloodshot, and his expression was frozen with unwillingness, remorse, and resentment.

Don't die with peace in your eyes, hold grudges all day long!
Immediately, Ling Yun slowly let go of his palm, and the dead Consonance Demon Lord fell to the ground.

Ling Yun probed with one hand, and the power of the five elements surged.

The ground around the palace was filled with mud, which directly wrapped the figure of the Consonant Demon Lord and solidified it in the ruins.

Ling Yun was full of demonic energy, soaring into the sky, making the pupils of the four of Qiumo dilated, and it was not Lingxi Demon Lord who came out, which disappointed them.

"Consonance is really dead, ha ha!" The Cold Blood Demon Lord cried and laughed.

"It's up to you next, you are really obedient, and you are waiting here for me to kill you." Ling Yun said!

Qiumo, Yutian Mojun, and Xiaoyao Mojun saw this, their pupils were filled with extreme fear and solemnity, and there was a hint of shock.

"Then let's see if you have that ability." Qiu Mo looked at Ling Yun coldly.

"I'll choose you, ha ha." Ling Yun stared at Xiaoyao Mojun!

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Yun stepped on one foot and almost teleported to Xiaoyao Demon Lord's side, and suppressed the latter with one hand.

"I'm not afraid of you, come on."

Feeling the surging power coming, the face of Xiaoyao Mojun also changed suddenly.

He sacrificed that side of the white ancient seal, turned into a mountain of resentment, and suppressed Ling Yun.

Ling Yun clenched his fist with five fingers, and surging black power surged out.

boom! !

Ling Yun simply blasted out with a single fist, and the demonic energy surged and turned into a vast ocean, flowing across the sky, shattering the void and shaking the universe!
boom! !

The phantom mountain was directly shattered by Ling Yun's punch, turning into fragments scattered between the sky and the earth.

"Damn it, how could it be so strong." Upon seeing this, Xiaoyao Mojun's face was almost distorted with horror.

This move used to make Qiu Mo's eyes look dignified, but when meeting the Demon Lord, it can be done so easily. How much power does the Demon Lord have?Can't finish it.

On the other side, Yutian Demon Lord and Cold Blood Demon Lord were both in a frenzy.

No matter how difficult it is to maintain that detached posture even Qiumo, I feel uneasy.

"You guys help out together, we agreed to go together." Xiaoyao Mojun vomited blood angrily.

Hearing this, Qiu Mo and the others immediately attacked for three nights, and the world roared continuously, but Ling Yun dodged the attack and aimed directly at Xiaoyao Mojun.

"puff!"

The Demon Lord Xiaoyao was beaten so hard that he backed up again and again, and blood spit out from his mouth.

No matter what he is, he is also a strong false god, and he can support it anyway.

But the result is definitely needless to think about, it is impossible for the Xiaoyao Demon Lord to have a chance to come back.

Ling Yun came again with a punch, simple and direct, yet powerful.

"The devil puppet!"

The Demon Lord Xiaoyao roared angrily, and sacrificed four blood-black puppets.

Every puppet possesses the peak strength of a false god, not only that, but the physical body is extremely strong, and can even resist the real god's bombardment for a short time.

"Lord Xiaoyao, why didn't you take it out earlier, this is a very strong combat power." The cold-blooded devil said wildly in surprise.

"It's for life-saving, you think I'm not willing to do it."

This moment is the moment of his life and death, so all the cards are drawn.

In this way, Qiu Mo and their chances of winning are even greater.

"I don't believe it, such a lineup can't kill you!" The cold-blooded demon lord's eyes radiated killing intent.

"Hopefully."

As soon as his mind moved, Ling Yun's aura suddenly changed with the demon sword in his hand.

He is the ancient Pluto, the demon lord, and the No.1 sword-wielding Taishenjun!

Ling Yun's power poured into it, and in an instant, Yaojian's whole body vibrated violently, exuding a vicious aura, like an excited child.

Ling Yun has plenty of ways to deal with these puppets!
Then he turned around, a golden light flashed, and there was a pair of wings behind Ling Yun, which was the first god form.

The puppet of the devil king is formed by the condensation of devil energy and devil power, and is most afraid of masculine power.

(End of this chapter)