God Killer

A mouthful of blood spewed out from the swordfish, and I don’t know how many meridians have been broken. The cultivation base of the swordfish is not enough after all. It is too difficult for the swordfish to use all their strength to mobilize the body strength of hundreds of thousands of monks. One knife is enough. Shi Knife Fish made a second knife.

The body of the saury fish began to wither, its skin wrinkled like old tree bark, making a tight sound, and then collapsed, revealing no moisture in the muscles.

The saury withered like an old tree, and the saury still held the knife persistently. Even though the saury could no longer feel his palm, the saury could still feel his knife.

The sword fish's eyes were firmly fixed on the mortal who killed the god. Although his body was decayed, the sword fish's eyes were still as sharp as a blade.

When the body of the saury has withered to the point that only dead branches are left, the life of the saury also withered. The only pair of eyes that are still sharp still began to be covered with a layer of wood color, and finally , life is cut off, saury, dead!

With a sound of collapse, the knife in the knife fish's hand shattered into pieces, turning into iron crumbs, shining in the sunlight.

The hope is shattered, the saury is a glimmer of light seen by the cultivators at the end of despair, but this light has not had time to exert its original light and heat, and has not had time to dispel the long and eternal darkness before it is obliterated by the darkness.

Despair, this emotion began to spread like a plague. Immortal cultivators seldom have this kind of emotion, especially those who have reached the realm of alchemy and above. Their souls have been tempered in various ways, but at this moment, despair is still like a bone-eating poison pervades their bodies, their souls.

Zheng Xian narrowed his long and narrow eyes. The swordfish was once Zheng Xian's comrade in arms. The two sides fought side by side, trained together, and were hammered to death by Nightingale.

The god-killing mortal also seemed to be exhausted, and instead of continuing to move forward, he sat on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood again, took off the gourd from his waist, and took a few sips into his mouth.

"Old dirt, I'm sorry, I accidentally trampled to death your avenue seed."

The expression on the face of the Great Dao Hermit is not good. Although he has sown many Dao seeds, but he is so close to the Dao, it can almost be said that he will definitely be able to achieve the Dao. Swordfish is the first one, and all other cultivators are dead. Well, the hermit of the great way would not care, but the death of the saury is definitely a heart-pounding thing for the hermit of the great way.

The Dao Hermit snorted coldly and said, "Half-coffin leader, don't be crazy, I have a lot of Dao species in this world, not less than one or two."

"Is your heart bleeding when you say this?"

The Dao Hermit said lightly: "I'm too lazy to break up with you sharp-mouthed guy. The door of the Immortal Dao behind me is about to open, and the two realms of immortality and mortal world will be reunited. At that time, my Daoists will have a chance The roots sprout, and soon countless swordfish will be born in the world, and we will see if you can kill them!"

oh!That's right, that's right, you were already dead at that time, you'd better pray to the Three Thousand Worlds, and pray that your successor is as powerful as you, otherwise, the corpses of mortals who kill gods will be hanged by immortal cultivators On the drying rack, as a display. "

"Say I have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. I think this is the most appropriate word to describe you, an old filth." As he spoke, Mortal Killer looked at the huge dark hole behind the sweet potato old man, where the good fortune beast was walking back and forth. Eating constantly.

The god-killing mortal sighed and said: "I can't kill you. The two worlds of immortality and mortal world are one world. I hope that these immortal cultivators will fend for themselves in this world and die together with the mirror world. It's a pity that this world I can only sit here in the game, old dirt, we have been fighting for hundreds of years, do we still have to fight to the death? Why don't we leave it to the children, our task is almost done here , worthy of the name on top of your head."

The sweet potato old man couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and then he said with a bah, "You, the coffin boss, still have the face to say such a thing? Yes, you have been in the village for hundreds of years, and now you know that you can't do it." I started to persuade me not to fight with you. What is the difference between dismantling the game and leaving after you win the money? Let me tell you, dreaming, if you are going to die, you have to die in my hands. It’s been a generation, and when I made a bad move, I lost all games for hundreds of years, and this last fall, I will definitely turn the tables and kill you to disarm me, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart!”

Mortal Killer couldn't help shaking his head when he heard the words, but his expression still didn't change much.

"Say it as if you can really do something to me. I represent heaven and earth, and represent the whole world. Immortal cultivators are indeed powerful, but under the will of the world, they are nothing more than a group of chickens and dogs. After hundreds of years, so many monks have died, are you still obsessed with it?"

"I understand your size, don't you just want to say that you are invincible? I will tell you now, how far away you are from being invincible! This old guy is already exhausted, and now it is time to kill him. It’s the best time for you, revenge for those who are wronged, revenge for those who have revenge, let’s go!”

The impassioned voice of the sweet potato old man continued to echo on the battlefield, but unlike before, this time, no monks stood up again.

Everyone has already heard the words of killing gods and mortals. The first killing of gods and mortals is about to die, and the second killing of gods and mortals does not want to continue fighting.

That being the case, why did they run up to die?Wouldn't it be better to just sit here and wait for the killing gods and mortals to die themselves? "

No one is willing to die, and the existences of the stele-casting realm behind the old sweet potato don't want all the tentacles they worked so hard to die in vain. After returning to the mortal world, they still have too many things to do , These things require a lot of manpower, and now there are many dead, and the territory occupied by the mortal world will be small in the future.

Shashen Mortal shook his head and sighed, "Old man, it seems that no one listens to your words."

The sweet potato old man smacked his lips, glanced at the existence of a kind of monument-casting state behind him, knew what kind of virtue these guys were, and sighed: "A group of teammates like pigs."

Then the sweet potato old man looked at his two sons, the body man and Lin Zhi turned their heads to the other side, ignoring the old man.

Apparently not even the two of them wanted to make unnecessary sacrifices.

The sweet potato old man nodded, and then said: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to make a move, then I will do it myself!" Saying that, the sweet potato old man jumped down, his feet touched the ground, and landed on the ground.

The Hermit of the Great Dao took action himself?

Everyone in the world knows that the hermit of the great way has a box of the great way, which carries the way of the world, but no one who has seen the hermit of the great way makes a move. In all the legends about the hermit of the great way, it is clearly mentioned that the hermit of the great way The hermit cannot practice the Dao, so the hermit of the Dao has no cultivation base to speak of.

Now the Hermit of the Great Dao is actually going to do it himself, which has attracted the attention of all the monks for a while. Everyone is very curious and hopes to see the strength of the Hermit of the Great Dao. After the separation of Xianfan, the Hermit of the Great Dao is basically equivalent to a joke , no one would look down on him, could it be that this guy really has hidden powers?

Hearing that the Great Dao Hermit was going to do it himself, the expression on the face of Mortal Killer became serious and he said: "Dying man, old bastard, what kind of power do you want to use?"

The sweet potato old man laughed and said: "There are three thousand worlds, this world is just one of the river pebbles, your power of heaven and earth is only limited to this world, but I will not use that power, I am The preacher among the three thousand great worlds is not a massacre like you."

As he said that, the sweet potato old man walked 30 meters at a time towards the god-killing mortal, thousands of meters away, but it was only a short distance away.

When the sweet potato old man moved here, Lin Zhi and the man, who had been ignoring the old sweet potato, moved in unison.

The old man sweet potato is about to die this time, neither the man nor Lin Zhi will let the old man sweet potato die by other people's hands.

The sweet potato old man seemed to have eyes behind his back. When his two sons moved, his figure stopped, and he said with a smile: "After all, it is my son. After all, I can't watch my father being killed. the point."

Knowing that the old guy was using them again, the man snorted coldly and said: "We are afraid that you will be killed by that guy, and then we will have to bear the revenge of killing our father. We don't care, the key is that we will have no face at that time." Go see your mother."

While the man was talking, the trolley case in his hand opened violently, and a pitch-black mass rolled out of it, which kept zooming in and out, and kept roaring, monument eater!

At the same time, the Erlang Soushan map on the body of the man bulged into big bags one by one, and ghosts and ghosts flew out of it, burrowed into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Lin Zhi on the other side took off his glasses, and those light blue pupils burst into a coquettish light, suddenly became extremely deep, the entire pupils began to enlarge, and gradually filled the entire eyes, so that there was no white in the eyes , pitch black.

At the same time, a huge grimace surfaced on Lin Zhi's body.

This face was extremely pale. There was no nose on one face and only two sunken hollows. The eyes were blood red, but they stuck to another face like a flat surface. The long black hair was flowing like a cloud, encouraging publicity.

This is Lin Zhi's soul power.

Lin Zhi and the body man shot with all their strength at this time, but they didn't think they could kill the god-killing mortal. The strength of the god-killing mortal was really an insurmountable mountain.

But they also believed that the sweet potato old man had no reason to watch them die, and there must be a reason for the sweet potato to tell them to take action.

Maybe the current Killing God mortal is really exhausted and has no strength to make a move, otherwise, why would this guy who has been killing all the way to walk on blood choose to sit in the blood?