Showdown, I am a supreme god.

Chapter 57 The Gate of Broken Space, the Slate of Life!
"Stop him."

Zhao Xin's mental strength thread saw this scene and sent out an order.

That broken stone slab was something he was determined to obtain.

As his order came out.

Immediately, one of the big skeletons jumped up and rushed towards the broken stone slab like a cannonball.

The other three big skeletons divided into three directions and rushed towards the broken stone slab.

"stop!!"

The eighth-rank Royal Star Envoy 'Wesley' of the Bailing Sect was horrified and roared.

"kill!"

The rest of the Bailing Cult's Royal Star Envoys, even if there is fear in their eyes.

But also in a fanatical atmosphere, he commanded the astral creatures to intercept the four large skeletons.

The two four-winged Blood Eagle Kings at the top of the seventh rank screamed and rushed towards the leaping skeleton from the air.

The whole body was filled with blood-colored radiance, and the sharp and terrifying blood-colored claws shot out from the eagle claws, as if they could penetrate everything.

but--

The pitch-black knife light spanned more than 20 meters.

Just a flash.

The two-headed and four-winged Blood Eagle King was cut in half, blood spattered,

The gap between the seventh-order upper rank and the ninth-order middle rank is too big!

on the ground.

A number of astral creatures roared, rushing forward like moths to a flame.

The knife light kept flying out.

Every knife light falls.

All of them had an astral creature of at least the sixth rank being beheaded.

The silver-white underground base was stained red with blood in an instant.

Even if it is two eighth-rank median astral creatures.

He was also beheaded twice by the big skeleton, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

Just two or three breaths.

All astral creatures are all dead.

The Big Skeleton has rushed into the Royal Star Envoys and started killing them.

Blood is flying, heads are rolling, and corpses are flying.

However, this kind of desperate blocking finally played a role.

The eighth-rank Royal Star Envoy 'Wesley' was already very close to the broken stone slab.

at this time--

He was already standing in front of the broken stone slab, grasping the broken slate with one hand.

Grab the Broken Slate in your hand.

The expression on Wesley's face visibly relaxed.

"In the name of Bailing."

"Take the ground full of blood as a guide."

"Taking the souls of my followers as the source."

"Open the portal of space, and return to the land of larks!"

Holding the broken stone slab with both hands, he chanted loudly.

hum-

The broken stone slab shook slightly.

An emerald green light swept out.

The blood on the ground floated up, turned into streams and gathered in front of the stone slab, outlining a portal of blood.

Another series of souls appeared and merged into the portal of blood.

Immediately—

The blood portal vibrated violently and twisted.

Slowly turning into a blue portal, sparkling.

"Destroy my Bailing Cult stronghold, just wait for my Bailing Cult's revenge!"

"In the near future, death will be a luxury for you!"

Wesley stood in front of the portal, his eyes full of resentment and murderous intent.

Establishing a stronghold cost their Bailing Cult a lot of manpower and material resources.

Now it is destroyed!

After going back.

He will definitely be punished heavily.

But it's good to be able to go back alive.

He sneered and looked at the four big skeletons rushing over, the killing intent in his eyes was even more astonishing:
"First kill a ninth-level astral creature of yours!"

"Master Andorn, please act!!"

As his voice fell.

"Roar!"

Inside the blue portal, there was an icy roar.

next moment.

A huge arm covered with ferocious scales and bulging black blood vessels protruded from the blue portal.

Open your fingers.

The pitch-black nails were like heavenly blades, entwined with an extremely terrifying black mist.

An aura that far exceeded the ninth level emanated out, causing the surrounding air to twist crazily!

The pitch-black arm grabbed a large skeleton.

Yaming Pavilion Clubhouse, room on the fourth floor.

Zhao Xin's brows twitched, and his face was very solemn.

Wang Jie?

Or a fake king?
But no matter what it is, it is far beyond the ninth level!

brush--

The silver snake appeared beside him.

"Disturb the space power of that space portal."

he ordered.

The silver empty snake nodded its head.

A pair of silver pupils looked at the underground base.

hum-

A strange ripple emanated from his pupils and landed on the underground base in an instant.

Immediately—

The blue portal in the underground base shook violently.

It was as if the originally calm water had turned into a stormy sea.

"???"

The eighth-rank royal star stunned Wesley.

Looking at the violently shaking blue portal, he had no idea what was going on.

click-

A crack suddenly appeared in the blue portal.

The crack was cut in that pitch-black arm.

There is no resistance whatsoever.

The pitch-black arm was cut in half, and dark red blood dripped down.

"Roar!!"

A painful howl came from the blue portal.

Where can the pitch-black arms care about the four big skeletons?
Sudden contraction, want to shrink back.

click-

clack clack-

But on the blue portal, more cracks spread out.

The pitch-black arm was directly cut off by a large number of cracks and fell to the ground.

"Roar--!!"

An earth-shattering scream came faintly.

Like a shattered mirror, the blue portal burst open and disappeared.

Wesley stared blankly.

He didn't understand what was going on until the blue portal disappeared.

"How... how could this happen!!"

"How could the door of space opened by the holy object collapse!!"

He couldn't believe it at all.

His face was pale, and there was no trace of blood left.

This is the gate of space!
They have experimented with the Bailing Cult.

Even if Wang Jie exists, it cannot cause any damage to the gate of space.

But now-

The gate of space has collapsed!

Who can break the door of space?
This is incredible.

It just turned his worldview upside down.

Tread-tap-

Four large skeletons approached, and the soul fire in their eye sockets fluctuated slightly.

moment--

His head was in severe pain, and he was stunned by the soul shock and fell down.

One of the big skeletons "brushed" a few knives——

After leaving the words 'Death Tribunal, Ogukorn' on the ground.

The four large skeletons turned into a strong dead air again.

Bringing the eighth-rank Royal Star Envoy of the Bailing Cult and the dimmed broken stone slabs soared into the sky and disappeared into the underground base.

……

Yaming Pavilion Clubhouse, fourth floor.

Dead air surged in front of Zhao Xin.

Spit out the eighth-rank Royal Star Envoy and the broken slate, and then return them to the little skull's eye sockets.

"kill."

"Destroy corpses and wipe out traces."

With a mask on his face, Zhao Xin ordered.

The sickle in Little Skull's hand moved.

The eighth-level Imperial Star Envoy who was in a coma instantly separated from his head, and the dead gray flames burned silently on the body.

A strange black symbol flew out of Zhao Xin's eyes.

The symbol stares a twisted spirit in the air.

"tell me."

"What is this slate? Why is it broken? What is it for?"

Zhao Xin looked at the soul that was constantly dissipating, and asked.

There are some dreamlike blurred colors in his eyes.

"...This is a sacred object of our Bailing Cult, called the 'Slate of Life'..."

"During the turmoil five years ago, it was smashed by the empress with terror..."

"Sacrifice can open the door of space..."

"There are still legends..."

The words in the soul's mouth stopped abruptly.

A pair of cold and bloody eyes silently emerged from the depths of this soul, staring at Zhao Xin.

(End of this chapter)