The devil kills the god

Chapter 1184 Bearing the Name of God of Death

1184 Bearing the Name of Death God

The Shura protoss, the land of oblivion.

The sky here is gloomy, and above the sky, there are actually nine purple-red moons hanging, emitting bursts of death breath.

The incomparably stenchy wind is like a knife, every time it blows, it will cut off a layer of the ground!

Rows of ferocious lightning bolts entrenched in the clouds, like snakes and venomous dragons, spewing out billions of thunderbolts, as if they were about to destroy the world at any time.

On the ground, there are many old tombstones, which show the vicissitudes of time, and the cracks are everywhere, which makes people look shocking!

It seems that the time here has stopped running a long time ago, and this scene has been frozen on this picture for an unknown number of years.

"Shua, Shua, Shua!" Several figures floated above the endless tombstones, like ghosts in the dark night, exuding an extremely strange aura.

Among them was the leader, who covered his face with a black robe, with red lights shining in his eyes, and his aura was soaring.

"My lord bishop, all the twelve divine beasts of Shura have been recalled!" Diemeng was also dressed in black, stepping on the void, fearfully kneeling in front of the figure, showing respect.

"Well, you did a good job on this matter, but...the corner of the golden plate representing the Shura blood beast has been destroyed, which also shows that we must not make any mistakes in the next plan, otherwise we, the Shura God Clan The great plan that has been brewing and planning during the prehistoric period will be ruined!" The man said in an extremely cold voice.

"This... this is my subordinate's dereliction of duty, and I hope the bishop will punish me!" Diemeng's face changed, and she gritted her teeth and said.

"It's okay, you've done your best on this matter, haven't you?" The bishop sneered, "And...according to the current situation, even if the corner of the gold plate is not damaged, we will never allow us to fail at all! "

"Yes, I would like to thank the bishop for his innocence!" Diemeng heaved a sigh of relief, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"By the way, who is the person who destroyed the gold plate and killed Leng Wuxiu? His identity...have you verified it?" the bishop suddenly asked.

"This... my subordinates are still investigating. It seems that this person is a younger generation who only appeared in the God Realm in the past ten billion years. In the relevant files we recorded, there is no such person's situation!" The guy surrounded by black air also lowered his head and said at the same time.

"Is that so? Then investigate him as soon as possible. The existence of the golden plate can be destroyed. Since the end of the prehistoric era, it has never appeared again... The appearance of such a character will definitely become the biggest stumbling block for our Shura God Clan. It must be eradicated as soon as possible!" The bishop pondered for a while and said, "At least, before its wings are completely full!"

"Understood, I will notify the Asura Star Devourer Cluster who is currently in the God Realm, no matter what, we must find this person!" Everyone nodded and said.

"Well, well, it's all right. If there is nothing to do, don't come to disturb me casually. The time is coming soon. In order to be able to open the door completely, there are too many things that I need to do! "The bishop sighed and said: "By the way, there were two little ghosts from the Shura star-eating cluster who sent an interesting guy before, right? Send him to this seat. The group of mysterious beings that exist are undoubtedly beneficial to us Shura God Clan!"

"Congratulations to the bishop!" The other shadows knelt down on the ground at the same time, and the bishop's figure flashed, and the surrounding space distorted and disappeared in place.

"My lord bishop is still unfathomable!" Everyone exclaimed.

"No, it's not a big deal. The bishop's true strength has already surpassed the shackles of the laws of heaven and earth. He is an existence that can truly reach the sky. Compared with those of us who have only stepped into the threshold of that level, it is simply a big difference. Farewell!" Diemeng shook her head, her eyes gleaming with envy.

"Uh, Diemeng, can you feel the strength of the Bishop?"

"A little bit, Lord Bishop... seems to have caught up with the footsteps of those gates of existence before the prehistoric period... people look up to it!" Diemeng sighed and said leisurely.

At the same time, in the imaginary Xingyu, a beam of brilliance shot out from the Medicine King Divine Cauldron.

Then, this ray of light that was so cold as if it could cut off everything, exploded in front of Xiao Fan like fireworks, divided into 81 paths, and then revolved around Xiao Fan for several weeks, then recovered into one again, and fell silently. In Xiao Fan's palm.

"This... this is... the true face of Jiujiu Luo Yunqiu!" Xiao Fan couldn't help becoming a little excited.

Completely transparent, a palm-sized oval blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

On it, all kinds of icy light shone, intertwined with each other, as if layered together, it seemed that just by looking at it, one would feel that one's eyes were cut by the icy blade light.

Elementary Divine Grade!

This Jiujiu Luoyun cut, after being broken first and then erected, and recast by Xiao Fan, has reached the level of the first-level divine grade!

Divine grade, divided into four levels.

Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Super!

And according to what Sui Xing said, the Nine-Turn Heavenly Dragon Wing is nothing more than a magic weapon of the mid-level divine rank.

But now, I have personally forged a low-level existence of a divine grade!

"The knife needs blood on its blade to fully reveal its brilliance!" Xiao Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, put Jiujiu Luoyun into his sleeve, got up and left the room.

At this time, the 'Battle of Loss' has become very lively.

A huge gate of time and space opened on the altar in the city, and tens of thousands of warriors from the Shura God Race came one after another. Although their current strength is not high, they are all screened out and possess superior bloodlines. hope for the future.

And the people in the 'Camp of Loss' also got busy, registering and allocating residences.

"It's so strange, why hasn't Mr. Sang come yet? Shouldn't he be in charge of such a big matter and give lectures to these little guys?" Several masters of the 'Saying Camp' were busy and puzzled Said endlessly.

"Ah, I have already sent someone to invite Mr. Sang. It is indeed strange that Mr. Sang has never been late!" The others also nodded.

Not long after, a guy came back in a hurry: "Master Sang is not in the room, and Mr. Sang's room is in a mess, as if he had experienced a fierce fight!"

"Oh?" The others were puzzled.

"It's strange, where can Master Sang go? Who will fight against Master Sang in his room?"

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears: "Don't think too hard, that one-eyed dragon has just been killed by me, and the pile of black ash in the room is his bones." The last thing left!"

This voice was so cold that it made people tremble all over, as if the sound of dying came from the Nine Nether Abyss!

"Who? An intruder?" Several guys were shocked and got up quickly.

But before they got up completely, they felt a chill in their necks, followed by their heads being completely separated from their necks!

In an instant, the corpses of the 81 masters of the Asura God Clan fell apart in a pool of blood!

Unable to be seen by the naked eye, 81 transparent cold lights flickered in mid-air, spun around for a circle, and returned to Xiao Fan's hand.

But Xiao Fan's figure at this time is not what these guys can find!

"What's going on? This...what the hell happened?" Suddenly 81 masters died and fell into a pool of blood, which immediately made everyone in the entire 'Shangying Camp' panic.

"Sura Protoss... your lifespan has come, today... is the time to reap your lives!" Xiao Fan's words resounded like thunder over the entire 'Shangying Camp', and immediately the sky darkened, and a A huge ghost-like shadow appeared in everyone's sight.

This shadow was wearing a long black robe and couldn't see his face, but his eyes were shining with white light. He was holding a huge sickle in his hand, as if he could completely wipe out the entire 'damage camp' with one blow!

"Enemy...enemy attack! Everyone, get ready for battle!" The entire 'Survival Camp' suddenly erupted, whether it was the old batch of 'Survival Camp' members or the [-] newcomers who just came here, Their faces changed drastically, and they released their own strength as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Quick! Contact other battalions quickly, there are enemies entering our Huanxingyu!" At this time, some old guys reacted immediately and said hastily.

"Notify the other battalions? Hmph, I won't let you do this!" The figure that Xiao Fan transformed with his divine power let out a cold laugh.

This figure holding a scythe is just to frighten the Shura protoss. Before that, he had already set up layers of barriers around the 'Shangying', just to prevent anyone from escaping and revealing himself. The facts in this phantom star universe!

When he raised his hand, another 81 heads fell to the ground!

"Damn, this guy is extremely powerful!"

"Not good, the loss camp was blocked by him with an enchantment!"

"Everyone, don't panic. There is only one person on the other side. Can we still kill us all? Let's gather our strength and kill him! Avenge Master Sang, and revenge for these dead brothers!"

"Hmph, don't you think you can do anything to me if you work hard? Now that you have the consciousness of death, you can all rest in peace!" Xiao Fan said, and made another move, Jiujiu Luoyun cut it again and again. Out, frantically harvesting life.

Streams of blood shot up into the sky from the headless cavity like a blowout, and in a blink of an eye, the entire ground of the 'Shangying Camp' was stained red.

"Damn it, you... who the hell are you?" Seeing this, the old guys roared angrily.

"The person who sent you Shura gods to die... You can also call me... Death God!" Xiao Fan twitched his lips and was about to strike again when a voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "You don't need to kill them yourself Light, these bastards, leave it to us to practice!"