God Killer

This is an old man with a face as cold as ice, with white hair hanging down his shoulders, a big gourd on his waist, white hair and white clothes, in the sea of ​​blood, but not stained with a single drop of blood.

He is more immortal than a cultivator.

All the immortal cultivators in front of the old man were beheaded with the help of the plants and trees around them. They were so fast and powerful that none of the immortal cultivators could avoid them, and those who stood in the way would die.

Whenever an immortal cultivator attacks from a distance with supernatural powers, the old man squeezes out a straw-yellow talisman from the gourd, throws it into his mouth and chews it, exhaling into thunder, and exhaling into wind, directly blasting the attack into pieces .

The heaven and earth talisman is the only supernatural power of this god-killing mortal. This kind of power is completely different from the source of life force or stellar energy that the immortal cultivator draws.

The immortal cultivators are sure that this guy is just a mortal, a very ordinary mortal, but this guy has the power to slaughter a large number of immortal cultivators. The source of this power lies in the big khaki gourd, which contains The power of heaven and earth.

There are even many immortal cultivators who firmly believe that the so-called killing gods and mortals are conceived by the good fortune of heaven and earth, and they are specifically slaughtered for the purpose of harvesting vitality.

Regarding the existence of the immortal cultivator, there are two theories. One is that the immortal cultivator is the proud son of heaven bred by the heaven and the earth, and the primate of all things bred from the spiritual vein of this star.

There is another saying, which is a completely different concept. Heaven and earth plant immortal cultivators as straw. Immortal cultivators continue to grow and absorb all kinds of power in heaven and earth, all kinds of bastard energy veins, and constantly purify and purify them into vitality. Stellar qi and so on, when the cultivator has grown to a certain level, he will gather all kinds of qi veins between the heaven and the earth and refine the essence, which is when the rice is ripe. Tianya's god-killing mortals came to harvest rice.

So this god-killing mortal has another title, called a farmer!

The farmer reaps the wheat in the sun!

This is the scene now!

How does the farmer feel when he harvests the wheat?Do you have any mercy in your heart?

Naturally there is not.

I'm afraid it's more about finishing the work quickly and going back to sleep.

Therefore, the face of this god-killing mortal who made all the cultivators in the entire fairy world silent was full of impatience.

Venerable Dao was once again above all the immortals at this time.

Standing on the high city and looking down, the fairy mountains are like the sea, and the immortals are like the forest. The farmer walked all the way through the mountains and forests, leaving a winding and majestic river of blood behind him.

Venerable Dao, the guy who regards immortal cultivators as his own descendants, has no sadness or joy on his face.

The battle between him and the killing gods and mortals has lasted for hundreds of years, and the two of them can be called deadly enemies.

Behind the hermit on the avenue, there are three monuments at 130.

Almost all the big monks in the realm of casting monuments in the fairy world are here at this time.

Behind the 130 three monuments, there is a big hole reaching the sky. This big hole is now foggy and gray-black. Ten stele crystals are spinning back and forth in the big hole, bursting out streams of pure power. The sky-swallowing box is suspended at night. In the surrounding area, the sky-swallowing box was released from within and devoured the mountain's spiritual veins.

These forces were devoured by a giant worm with dozens of human hands and feet, and honeycomb-like hexagonal holes in its belly, which released curling smoke. After that, the giant worm began to chew the space with its mouth, Human feet dig a huge hole in space.

When the giant worm has completely penetrated the big hole, when is the time when the immortal and mortal realms re-communicate.

"When will the bridge of the Dao Hermit's Immortal Realm be opened? If this continues, the monks in our Immortal Realm will be cut off." A buzzing sound came from the body of a stele.

There were echoing voices from the rest of the monument.

The ones who died in front of me were the disciples of these 130 Sanzuo monuments, each of them was their tentacles, and each of them was their hope of successfully breaking the monument. It's all gone, and anyone who replaces it will feel distressed.

It is a great joy for the existence of these monument-casting realms that the Dao Hermit opened the bridge of immortality, but they were quite shocked by the means of the Dao Hermit.

The hermit of the great way actually hunted down ten existences in the realm of casting monuments, and took away their stele crystals, using them as the source of power for the ancestors of the prehistoric world, the hermit of the great way was simply frantic.

Although the existences in the realm of casting monuments are hostile to each other and erode each other's territory, the existences in the realm of casting monuments belong to the same kind after all, which is what the so-called rabbit dead fox mourns.

Seeing the same kind being slaughtered, this feeling is naturally uncomfortable, because they can easily think of themselves being slaughtered by the same kind, and become food for the beast.

Good Fortune Beast is an extinct ancestor of the wilderness. It has the power to devour the starry sky, and it is quite good at digging space. The reason why this kind of monster that resembles insects and real beasts will become extinct is because he needs too much power and a huge appetite. It can provide them with huge power. Once the corresponding source of power cannot be absorbed, the good-for-nothing beast will immediately fall into a near-death state.

The hermit of the great way put his hands behind his back, hunched his waist, and squinted his eyes slightly, watching the immortal cultivator being slaughtered, the hermit of the great great way had a look of great joy on his face, and the immortal cultivators saw his face, they all had to Heartbroken.

"It's good to kill them all. Anyway, they are all monks in the pseudo-realm. How many real Dao seeds are there in this fairy world? Even if you old guys of the 130 and three monument-casting realms, how many are real?" Cast monuments, how many are fake cast monuments?"

All the monks in the realm of casting monuments fell silent.

For them, casting a monument is a hurdle, and it can even be said to be an insurmountable hurdle. They do know that there are many guys who cast monuments and cast them into dead monuments, but they seldom hear of those who break the monument. Existence, some people may think that it is already difficult to achieve the realm of casting a monument, but in fact it is even more difficult to break the monument.

Each of them has a nightmare in their hearts, that is, after casting the monument, they will become a dead monument, and maybe an hour later, they will fall asleep forever.

"When will it be over? We want to go back to the mortal world now. I don't know how mother is doing now. And didn't you say that you are going to die? Why do I feel that you are more alive and energetic now?" The voice of the tattooed man came from the foot of the Hermit on the Great Dao of Time.

The tattooed man half-lyed on a piece of bluestone with a bored face, and beside him was the dilapidated suitcase, inside which was a monument-eating ghost that even beings in the realm of casting monuments would fear. This monument-eating ghost obviously wanted to 2 From what Zheng Xian saw through the result, he still missed the other two people, but he didn't say it.

Sitting farther away was Lin Zhi, the even more boring Deputy Director Lin, who was dozing off with his head down.Obviously, he still doesn't want to get a little closer to the old sweet potato.

Their laziness is in stark contrast to the nervous and anxious 130 three monuments behind them.

Sweet Potato murmured, "I don't know if your mother found your sister."

"Hey, I'm about to die, and I don't know if I can see your mother and sister again."

The sweet potato old man said it sadly, but the tattooed man and Lin Zhi didn't respond at all. The tattooed man even yawned. If the old sweet potato said he was going to die before, the tattooed man could give some sympathy. Now, the tattooed man is right This is completely immune to it, and I don't care at all.

Anyone who hears that I am going to die every day, I am going to die soon, will get tired of such words, especially the guy who keeps yelling such words not only does not have the intention of dying, but the more he lives, the more energetic he is.

The sweet potato old man turned his head to look at the creature behind him, calculated the time and said: "Soon, soon, one month, one month at most..."