Emperor of Death

Chapter 2203 Holy Venerable Realm, Killing Gods Like Butchering Dogs
Yechen waved his right hand, and put Lan Wen and other dead creatures into the corpse ring, keeping them as hole cards.

Even the Southern Emperor and the Summoning Banner were put away by Yechen.

The soul-calling banner is too conspicuous. Using the soul-calling banner in this kind of place is robbing the master of the soul for treasures. Yechen dare not use the soul-calling banner to absorb the fire of the soul. At most, he can only use the power of the main soul.

But now, the power of the main soul is unnecessary.

Yechen felt that with his own strength, he could easily kill the main soul, even a little fat man had such ability.

Immediately after the main soul disappeared, a high-god early stage master rushed into the cave, and then looked around with both eyes.

"Duan Xinyu!" Seeing this humanoid zombie, the little fat man subconsciously uttered a voice, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely ferocious.

When Duan Xinyu heard this, he sneered and said, "Since you know who this seat is, why don't you smash your head and offer your soul fire and godhead, so that this seat will not do it yourself."

Hearing this, the little fat man turned his head to Ye Chen and said, "This boy, he once attacked me. If I hadn't been hiding in the ground hundreds of miles away, I would have been killed by him. Even so, I suffered heavy injuries that time. It took 50 years to heal from an injury."

That old hatred is really unforgettable for the little fat man.

"Oh, so what, maybe you want revenge?" Duan Xinyu sneered, "Come on, let's go together."

The little fat man grinned ferociously, strength emerged from his body, and condensed into a bronze-colored earth armor. At this moment, the armor shone with light, as if a god descended from the earth, and it looked very majestic.

"I'll let you know why the flowers are so red!" the little fat man roared angrily.

"I want to die, I'll make you happy." Du Xinyu smiled coldly, grabbed the void with his right hand, and a two-meter-long broadsword emerged, and slashed down at the little fat man.

"Good knife!" The little fat man gave a thumbs up, stepped on the ground with his right foot, the ground thorns suddenly came out from the ground, and kept stabbing out along the way, blocking between the two of them.

The blade light flashed and hit the ground thorn, making the sound of metal impact. Crazy energy filled the entire cave, and the energy vortex was running crazily.

Even if the middle god stands here, he will be crushed by this energy vortex.

Yechen in the energy field watched this scene quietly.

The strength of this ground thorn exceeded Du Xinyu's expectations, and unexpectedly, it was able to block his knife.

"Higher God?" Du Xinyu's eyes were full of shock, and he felt that the opponent's strength was stronger than his own.

The Saint Venerable Realm of the Human Race originally surpassed the upper gods of the same realm. This is also the reason why the Human Race still firmly guards the starry sky battlefield with a small number of Saint Venerable Realm. The Human Race has more methods and richer fighting skills. The power of cultivation is also more controllable than the condensed godhead.

The power of the godhead is an external force, the power bestowed by the main god. Although it is done by oneself to fill up the godhead bit by bit, it is not the power of one's own comprehension after all.

The cultivation of the human race is completely different. They explore the mysteries of the universe, gain insight into the origin of the universe, and realize the true meaning of power.The power exerted is all realized by oneself little by little.

In this battle, the strength was almost the same, but the fighting style was one-sided.

The moment the ground stabbed to block the blade, the little fat man's fist slammed out fiercely. Such a short distance is not called distance at all for a master of the holy state.

"Death!" Duan Xinyu roared, his fist collided with the blade, he was confident that he could split the armor in the little fat man's hand, and what he held was a high-level god's artifact, and it was also his greatest adventure, even some high-level gods The treasures in the hands of masters in the later stage are not as good as his knife.

The sharp sword light struck, the little fat man suddenly turned his fist into a claw, and his right hand also shook its shadow suddenly at this moment. In a short moment, his right hand made countless movements, which looked like a series of phantoms.

The power that emerged from the palm of his right hand subtly deflected the sharp edge of the blade, and then, the fat man slapped the back of the blade fiercely with his palm, rushing up and down.

The power of the earth is forged with the thickest power, the heaviest power.Moreover, the power of the little fat man is not only the power of the earth, but also the power of the flesh.

After this blow, the zombie who cultivated the power of death felt that the ground was pressing on the back of his sword, and even his body sank, almost staggering.Although he controlled his body well, the knife in his hand still sank downward.

But the speed of the little fat man is extremely fast.The physical speed of the little fat man bestowed by the blood of the high god is far beyond the imagination of ordinary high gods.

The moment the right hand patted the sword light, he pushed forward, and the strong palm force exploded at this moment, imprinting on Duan Xinyu's head.

The speed was so fast that Duan Xinyu had no time to react.

Duan Xinyu, who was shot in the head, stared wide-eyed and looked at this scene with a face full of disbelief. Then, his face slowly shattered like a clay figurine, flesh and blood peeled off from his body, and then disappeared into nothingness in the air.

The fire of the soul flew wildly, and the godhead floated in the air in an attempt to escape.

Then the little fat man grasped it with his right hand and held the godhead in his hand.

"Let me go, please, I am willing to be your subordinate." Duan Xinyu's soul wave came from the godhead.

The little fat man looked at the godhead, showing a relaxed smile.Vengeance, finally avenged, this is not only as simple as revenge, but also proved by his strength, he has really stepped into the realm of saints, and killing a high god with a powerful artifact is as simple as killing a dog.

This feeling is really cool.

Then, regardless of Duan Xinyu's wailing, the little fat man threw the godhead into the storage ring. After entering the storage ring, the soul in the godhead will quickly dissipate, and it will never be possible to regenerate.

Yechen took a big breath, sucking all the fire of the soul into his mouth, and then the spiritual scriptures worked on their own, turning the fire of the soul into the power of the spiritual scriptures.

Yechen felt that if he digested all the fire of the soul, it would be enough to increase the power of the spiritual scripture by about one tenth.

This is a very big improvement, this is the early stage of the upper god.If the opponent is in the middle or even late stage, the improvement will be even greater.The spiritual scriptures were originally extremely tyrannical.

Yechen finally knew why Lingzun's rise was so fast.

"Yechen!" The little fat man turned his head and said to Yechen, "High god, I killed them all with one punch."

"Let's go, continue to kill people." Yechen was obviously much calmer. He had experienced this kind of drastic improvement countless times. He sighed once just now, so naturally he won't continue to sigh.

The two walked towards the door, and at the same time, the two middle gods rushed into the cave. These two aliens became zombies after their death.

The little fat man slashed out with the two-meter-long knife he had just harvested, and the two middle gods had time to snort before being beheaded, and then the little fat man and Yechen walked out of the cave.

As for the soul fire, it was naturally absorbed by Yechen again.

Outside the cave, the battle was even more intense. The eight upper gods were fighting in groups and attacking each other.In addition, there are countless middle gods watching the battle from a distance, not daring to approach.

In front of Yechen, a golden gun head was lying quietly, exuding a sharp edge.

A high-level artifact, a very rare high-level artifact.

(End of this chapter)