God-slaughtering King

"Go!"

At the command, the six people transited the light and galloped out for thousands of feet.

And at the moment they flew away, on the rock walls on both sides, countless black poisonous needles, like pear rain, shot into the ground.

Zizizi!

The poison needle corrodes the ground and emits bursts of white smoke, which is extremely harsh.

The six people looked back and found that the ground was as black as ink, revealing many black bubbles, as if it had been bombarded by lightning.

"Blood voodoo needle!"

"It's good that we run fast!"

"This guy is so cruel!"

"It's really shameful, and its means are really useless."

The four brothers of Meishan recognized the poison at a glance. They were thrilled. Fortunately, they didn't shoot, otherwise they would be seriously injured if they didn't die.

"Be careful and keep moving forward."

Boss Mei said, then the six people went through thousands of difficulties and dangers, passed through more than a dozen kill traps, and just entered the deepest part of the Rift Valley

After the blood dragon entered the rift valley, about five quarters of an hour later, the South Gate Maple flew into the air and looked down: "what a terrible miasma!"

"No, it should be an illusion!"

Nanmen Feng's face was frightened and whispered.

Soon he opened Xumi's eyes, and two beams of Tai Chi magic light were shot into the valley. He immediately laughed: "sure enough, this is psychedelic fog. I see where you can escape this time!"

Nanmenfeng went into the Rift Valley alone. Because six blood dragons took the lead, he didn't touch the mechanism and was unimpeded all the way.

Until you walk into a winding place

In front of his eyes, he suddenly moved and the holy light shone, showing a towering city.

The walls of the city are hundreds of feet tall and thousands of miles long. Rows of buildings are scattered, brightly lit and noisy, just like the danger of covering the sky.

"What's going on?"

Nanmen Feng was full of doubts. Just as he wanted to open Xumi's eyes and find out, the charming voice of the princess of the demon world rang out in his mind: "the world in the picture!"

"What?" Nanmen Feng stared round his eyes: "how could I suddenly enter the painting?"

"This is a Taoist mechanism, and this painting is at least an imperial soldier." the princess of the demon world said slightly: "it's not surprising that Mo Gu enemy has such strange things as soul locking flute. He can have this phantom painting."

"This dead bastard is really difficult to deal with. If it weren't for the blood dragon, they rushed forward and broke more than a dozen traps, otherwise I might have been destroyed in his hands."

Nanmen Feng's face is gloomy. He didn't kill Mo Gu enemy in the underground before. It's really hateful.

Of course, it can't be said that Nanmen maple is incompetent. In order to save Su Ying, he can give up everything. Now he has the demon flower on the other side. As long as this mechanism is broken, see where the bastard can escape.

Pondering for a moment, Nanmen Maple took a step and walked towards the city gate.

However, the moment he entered the city, he felt a little uneasy.

The scene in front of us is exactly like two worlds with the resplendence seen outside.

The road ahead looks straight and extends in all directions. In fact, it is full of fog in the eyes of Nanmen maple. Even if you open the way with Xumi's eyes, you can't look directly at the surrounding air.

Moreover, it was very quiet, without the noise heard outside the city.

There was a quack when the gate closed, and the muffled sound sounded suddenly.

Maple in the South Gate turned and looked. The gate was gone and everything was gone. It seemed that he was trapped in an endless fog space.

Then, Nanmen Maple suddenly felt that the divine soul power in his body was passing at a high speed.

He screamed in secret, but in this instant, the shrill ghost sounds of all kinds of innocent souls crying came from all directions, hitting people's souls directly.

As if there were thousands of claws hanging over his head.

"Get out!"

The maple in the South Gate roared wildly, and the monstrous magic Qi swept around him. It turned into nine storms and opened the tornado.

Bang Bang storm is like hitting a real object, killing those ghost sounds, even more severe.

"My cultivation didn't disappear, but my divine soul power failed. My ears were surrounded by a lingering strange roar. I felt that my spiritual world was about to collapse."

South Gate Maple's mind is in disorder, and he can clearly perceive the chill and chill chill, and constantly attack and come like death, eating his body and hurriedly asking for help: "can you break the law of your highness, princess?"

"Don't panic!" said the princess calmly: "If I feel right, this painting is not an ordinary imperial soldier, but a divine soul secret treasure. It has no substantive attack power, but the strange sound wave can disturb your mind and crush your soul. If you are careless, you will become a walking corpse. But if you can resist this oppression, you may be able to dispel the heavy fog and kill the illusion space."

"I can barely resist the power of sound wave, but if it doesn't disperse all the time, how can I deal with it?"

Nanmen Feng asked nervously. Although he has the heart of divine tree and has an endless stream of energy support, he can't do it. It's inexhaustible!

If this sound wave can never disperse, won't he never get away?

"Brother Feng!"

Without waiting for the princess of the demon world to reply, a sudden smile sounded sweetly from the fog.

Hearing such a familiar voice, the maple eyes at the South Gate showed their brilliance. They couldn't help looking away in the direction of the voice, and were suddenly surprised.

I saw a green shadow coming out of the strange fog.

Slowly, her face gradually became clear. Her facial features were exquisite, her eyes were like a picture, and her face showed a sweet smile, such as the fairy of the nine days. It was su Ying!

"Sakura, why are you here? I miss you so much"

Seeing his favorite woman, Nanmen Feng burst into tears. He didn't want anything. He rushed forward and wanted to hold the little beauty who was worried about her day and night.

"Nanmen Feng, you are out of your mind. She is not su Ying, but an illusion that puzzles you!"

The princess of the demon world shouted anxiously and pulled Nanmen Feng back from her ecstatic mood.

"Yes, it's an illusion. Sakura is still in the starry field, waiting for me to resurrect. She can't appear here."

Nanmen Maple whispered to himself, then suddenly raised his head, Huoran quickly retreated a few steps, and his eyes were full of panic.

He saw Su Ying holding the sawtooth of the God of death in her hand, with a bloody smile on her beautiful jade face, like a female devil's head, killing herself.

The maple in the South Gate retreated and opened, and the sawtooth failed, but Su Ying pursued it like a cat catching a mouse.

"Yinger, why did you kill me? Open your eyes and see clearly that I am Nanmen Feng." facing the crazy pursuit of his beloved, Nanmen Feng was at a loss, frantically dodged and almost wanted to collapse: "wake up, Yinger, take a closer look at me."

"Don't look, it's you!" Su Ying's bloodthirsty face became more and more vigorous. Looking at Nanmen Maple was as excited as looking at prey.

"What?" Nanmen Maple was creepy and terrified. The princess of the demon world shouted, "you fool, didn't you tell you before? It's an illusion, not true. Kill her quickly, or your soul will be sawed to death by her..."

"No, she is my favorite woman. Even if she is an illusion, I can't do it to her."

Nanmen Feng was in a trance and his eyes were confused. Although the princess of the demon world kept scolding, although he knew that the person in front of him was an illusion, he couldn't kill his beloved by himself.

"You are a fucking stupid pig, an illusion. What are you afraid of her doing? If you don't kill her, she will kill you. Do you really want to become a walking corpse?"

The princess of the demon world was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and angrily said: "think about it carefully. What about the real Su Ying, Tu Shenfu and your good brothers if you die?"

"The blood dragons, in particular, have gone deep into the rift valley to kill Mo Gu enemy. If you don't kill them as soon as possible, you may be poisoned by Mo Gu enemy."

The thunderous angry words made Nanmen Maple feel shocked and wake up. On Qilin's arm, Guanghua soared and drank like thunder: "yes, she's just an illusion, not a real Su Ying. Blood dragons can't die. I'll kill you!"

After that, Nanmen Feng stopped his pace and punched out.

Nine flaming unicorns roared and killed, and the violent red flame burned in a heavy fog and ashes.

"Brother Feng, stop. Don't kill me. I'm Yinger."

The illusion of chasing Nanmen Maple dissipated, and he called Nanmen Maple with a surprised face, trying to pull him into the vortex of emotion again and smash his soul.

However, the mind of Nanmen maple is so tenacious.

When he made up his mind, he would never change. He closed his eyes and let the nine unicorns impact Su Ying, crush her alive and burn her to white bones.

"I killed her. Should this foggy world be broken?"

Feeling the atmosphere of Zhou Kong, he calmed down from the disorder. Nanmen Maple opened his Qingming eyes and swept towards Zhou Kong.

Suddenly, his expression suddenly froze and changed in horror.

The world in the painting has not collapsed.

Before his eyes, lying on Su Ying's bones.

It as like as two peas in the magma River, which are shining brightly, and are shining brightly.

"Me?"

"What did I do?"

Nanmen Maple's eyes were red and looked at his bloody hands: "Ying, Ying'er, how could she die in my hands?"

"No, it's not true!" Nanmen Feng shook his head, grabbed his scalp with both hands, and knelt powerlessly on the ground: ""

The heartbroken roar echoed all over the sky.

The expression of pain was all over his face, like suffering from a madman's disease.

"Dead fool, you're crazy. You just killed an illusion. Wake up, it's an illusion!"

Seeing Nanmen Feng's grief stricken appearance, the princess of the demon world couldn't help worrying for a while. She understood Nanmen Feng's feelings for Su Ying, but she didn't expect it at this point.

"No, it's not an illusion. It's my favorite woman. I can feel her tenderness. Lin Qingxue didn't kill her. I killed her myself. I'm a sinner."

Nanmen Maple shook his head fiercely and was distressed.

"What a fool. This is the world in the painting. Su Ying is a heart demon transformed according to your memory, so you can't tell the true from the false."

"Be strong, OK? This can't be your burden. I firmly believe that everything I have done will be invincible."

The voice of the princess of the demon world, like the guiding light, lit up the road in front of the South Gate maple.

Gradually, Nanmen Maple regained his mind.

His mind, sensing to the starry field, found that the white bone was still lying inside without movement.

Huoran, he opened his eyes, the terrible magic light, looked directly at the white bones in front of him, and showed his determination without me.

Under the firm belief of Nanmen maple, the white bones were fried into powder and dissipated into the air.

At this moment, nanmenfeng finally got rid of the painful remorse.

However, he is still painting the world, but the depression and confusion in his heart are gone. The painting can no longer control his thoughts.