God Killer

Tens of thousands of branded clones emerged from the monks one by one, and rushed towards Zheng Xianshan like a tsunami. With the help of two immortal weapons, they attacked back and forth, which was quite terrifying in terms of momentum and power.

Zheng Xian had already seen the monuments flying out from the cracks in the space. Zheng Xian had a strange feeling at this moment. It was the first time he thought that he had become a group of existences in the realm of casting monuments to deal with them with all their strength. existence, which he had never thought of before.

They were attacking Zheng Xian, and Zheng Xian was not attacking them. The [-]th floor of hell began to grow continuously. There was a clanging sound in the hell, but the sound became more and more crisp and quieter. Apparently, the Banner of Thousands of Horses and Great Kings and the Myriad Transformation Immortal Orb that were swallowed up by the [-]th floor of hell are constantly being decomposed and eaten.

Especially the King's Banner with Thousands of Troops and Thousands of Horses, which contains countless powerful soldiers, which just complements the eighteen levels of hell. After being swallowed, the power of the eighteen levels of hell will rise in a straight line.

And Zhi Da Jiange, who is constantly grinding the steel whip in the belly of the crow, can get extremely hard metal from the steel whip to make up for its own fracture. The power of Hell or Supreme Sword Pavilion will grow a lot.

The eighteen layers of hell suddenly shrunk and then expanded again. This time, it was like a straight line, instantly enveloping the entire pitch-black void for hundreds of miles. It was about to swallow those branded clones. At this time, the Yunni Hongding tripped suddenly, There was a sound of bells and tripods inside, and the turbulent clouds around him suddenly turned into roaring clouds and raging waves, and rushed towards the eighteenth floor of hell. The two forces collided together with an innumerable sound. There was the sound of metal clashing, flames blazing, and rays of light flying wildly. For a moment, it was like two galaxies colliding together, shaking the sky and the earth.

The two sides are like entangled hemp ropes, wrestling with each other, but the more wrestling, the more tightly entangled, and now no matter whether it is the [-]th floor of hell or Yunni Hongding, neither side can get rid of the other.

Unless one side is killed, the king of Hades in the ten halls of the eighteenth hell will ride waves of ghosts and spirits to hit the Yunni Hongding, and the Yunni Hongding will continue to send out billowing clouds to fight. , the two sides were wrapped deeper and deeper, and finally the surroundings of the two became a chaotic black hole, and everything around them began to move closer to the black hole, and was continuously swallowed by the black hole.

As a result, many brand clones were swallowed like powder.

The space here began to collapse towards the chaotic black hole.

Zheng Xian's body was slightly tilted towards the black hole. At this time, even he could not feel the existence of the [-]th floor of hell. The black hole had completely become another kind of existence, a kind of existence that Zheng Xian was so strange that he could not control his feelings. .

A voice came from the magic mirror in the swamp behind Zheng Xian's head: "The eighteen layers of hell have been separated from me. He will no longer be a part of me."

The Marsh Mirror itself has two faces, one is fierce and the other is blank but only smiles at Zheng Xian.

At this time, in the [-]th floor of hell, it is that fierce face that represents the evil thoughts in the mirror of the swamp, which is the hatred formed by the mirror of the swamp being killed by his own father since its birth. At this time, the hatred and the magic mirror of the marsh are completely stripped away. No matter how Zheng Xian calculates, it may not be called a good thing.

But Zheng Xian didn't have time to think about these things now, the primitive ice was rushing towards him now.

Primal Ice kept rolling out cold air, and the cold air condensed. While Primordial Ice continued to grow, it began to change continuously, and sharp long thorns condensed on his body, like a knight's spurs, facing Zheng Xian, There was a shrill sound of piercing the void. At this time, the original ice had grown into a giant object with a diameter of tens of kilometers. The original ice at this time was simply an extraterrestrial meteorite, no, it was pulling a long tail. comet.

Instead of being frightened by the original cold ice, Zheng Xian laughed, "Hey, I met my family!" You must know that Zheng Xian has been called the broom star for a long time. No fear at all.

When two broom stars collide, it depends on who will be tougher.

The Jingcrow next to Zheng Xian uttered a strange cry, his body was as big as the Primordial Ice, and immediately rushed towards the Primordial Ice.

The Jingcrow itself is also a fairy weapon, but in the past, the Jingcrow had a small world in the [-]th floor of hell to continuously supply vitality, so the Jingcrow basically did not worry about consumption, but now, the magic mirror of the marsh is separated from the [-]th floor of hell. After all, the Jing Crow's supply can only be drawn from Zheng Xian. Zheng Xian's strength alone is far from enough to control the Jing Crow. At most, he can only use the strength of the Jing Crow itself to perform an attack.

In other words, Zheng Xian only has one chance to collide with the original ice, if Jing Crow wins, Zheng Xian will definitely lose.

However, the fine crow's attack power seems to be far inferior to the long and sharp spear-like primitive ice. The primitive ice is like a huge nail, extremely sharp, if the two are like this If they collide together, the final result will definitely be that the crow is pierced through.

But the fine crow went forward without retreating, and seemed to have full confidence in being able to fight against the primitive ice.

This made the monks who manipulated the original ice very pleasantly surprised. If Zheng Xian was really that stupid, then today would be the day of Zheng Xian's death.

Watching the Jingya and the Primordial Ice collide, as expected, the sharp thorns of the Primordial Ice pierced into the Jingya's mouth in an instant, and the Jingya was about to be pierced like a string of candied haws And pass.

In the water, when the spear of the primitive ice penetrated into the crow's belly and continued to move forward, there was a sudden ding sound, which sounded like a metal awl being pierced on the steel plate, and the crow's body was full of pain. The feathers are blown up.

With this loud noise, the swift and fierce charge of the primitive ice stopped immediately, and then came to a complete stop, as if it had been stuck on an iron plate.

Thousands of monks behind Yuan Bing vomited blood.

The small primitive ice-sharp spears floating above the thousands of monks' heads were completely bent and deformed at this moment.

"How is it possible? How could the crow's belly be so hard?" There are many disciples of the Yin Poison Sect who control this primitive ice, and some of them have a little understanding of the Yin Poison Immortal Artifact of the Yin Poison Sect. Fort's supernatural powers are simply not as hard as the belly.

At this moment, a monk paused and said, "I see, it's not that the crow has a heart of stone, but that the crow still has two celestial artifacts in its stomach!"

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