LitRpg：My Supreme Hero Summoning System

The dark tripod was about to fall, but it suddenly turned in mid air and buckled it against the dark shadow, trying to bear him in it.

"Ah!"

The emperor of the underworld cried out in fear, rose to the last point of divine power, waved a knife to split the tripod on his head, and rushed out to die, trying to absorb some planetary energy in space and support his escape.

"Is the so-called Ming emperor so timid?" In the dark, the man hiding in the crack was sneering.

Pluto doesn't care about everything. All he wants now is to live!

He has existed for too long. For a long time, he has forgotten how long he has lived. He is in hell. He calls himself the Pluto, which comes from resentment and death. He regards himself as the terminator of the laws of heaven and earth and an immortal.

But at present, death really came. He was flustered and afraid. He wanted to fight.

However, they can only run away and run for their lives.

"I can't go away."

With a sigh, the big dark tripod stopped in front of him, crashed down and hit directly on his head.

"Ah!"

The helmet burst, and the figure of Hades turned down from the air and screamed.

Behind him, the elder caught up with him and smashed his fist in his back heart.

Boom!

With a violent noise, the armor outside his body was broken one after another, and the whole man rushed up again and flew into the air.

Boom!

The overlord tripod fell down again.

"No!"

The emperor was ashamed and flustered. Unexpectedly, he became a ball and let people play around. How could he stand it?

He raised the knife in his hand, and the tripod fell, which made his arm numb, and the blood knife fell into hell.

He grabbed it with one hand, and then gave a satisfied hum.

"My knife is ruined. This one is just a substitute. I'll erase my mind now."

He said, moving divine skill directly wiped out the spirit of the instrument.

Emperor Ming felt it and vomited blood again. A trace of sadness flashed in his heart.

At the end, no one helped him. His companions who had been together for hundreds of thousands of years did not hesitate to inherit his weapons before he died.

It seemed that the shadow of death shrouded in his heart more and more panic.

The overlord tripod on the top of the head fell mercilessly again!

In the roar, he fell back with blood, and several bones were shocked out of his body. That was his body in the past, but now it is separating.

It symbolizes that his death is coming.

Coming and going from death is his best destination, but he has delayed it for countless years. Today's tragedy is paying.

"Ah!"

It's also a ruthless fist. It throws the former Supreme Master up and spills blood in the air. It's a sad end.

But that cold double eyed figure, in the eyes of ordinary people, seems more tall and invincible, but in the eyes of the dark forces, it has become a synonym for terror.

Their hearts were filled with despair.

Perhaps they should try their best to close the space, seal the strong again, hide and multiply the weak, and wait for the next appearance.

This person's existence will inevitably end the darkness and make great achievements like his father.

The bones in the air fly out one by one. After the fairy light is exhausted, there are dark and rotten bones, emitting a terrible smell, which is disgusting.

"It's over!"

With a long sigh, the tripod fell down and pressed on the last head.

The eyes that lost their spirits were instantly silent.

It symbolizes the death of a generation of Ming emperor!

"Dead."

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the figure in the air.

Then kneel down again.

Darkness, once again in this man's heroic posture, surrender!

"Long live!"

On the mainland, the sound of skyrocketing cheers broke out.

The elder took back his tripod, but there was no joy of victory on his face, and even some sadness in his eyes.

"My time is really running out."

He suddenly looked up and looked into the air, in the crack.

"I feel your breath."

He said.

The man hiding in the crack was startled and almost fell out.

"How does he want me to die like forcing the emperor of the underworld?"

"This is impossible!"

"My vitality is complete enough to support him to die. Xiang Xuan, you can't think!"

He thought coldly. He had an idea. Without a sound, he hid in it and shrank.

The elder raised the big black tripod, rushed up to the sky and ran to this place.

"He will fight again!"

People have been stunned. Do you really want to fight to the last breath?

The elder's body was in the air, and a wisp of colorful blood slipped down the corner of his mouth, shocking.

"Time... Is really running out."

He frowned slightly. There was no sorrow and fear in his eyes, only war and obsession.

Before he came to the crack, he shouted, "come out and fight with me!"

After that, the tripod bumped up.

With a bang, a thick cloud appeared outside the crack, blocking it.

"Do you want to be a shrinking turtle?" The elder sneered, took back the tripod, hung it on his head, sat cross legged here and blocked the dark supreme's door.

It's amazing that the strong behavior appears again.

Although the dark supreme master inside was angry, he did not move and tried to hold back the tone.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The elder vomited blood. His hands were full of blood. He rubbed a handful on the overlord tripod, and the tripod suddenly appeared colorful, very eye-catching.

"At this point, it can still deter the supreme. It's really a god like figure." It was amazing.

"Elder Xiang Xuan worked hard for the mainland all his life and fought until his death. How can we repay such a great kindness." People burst into tears.

The thunder roared in the sky, and the sun had changed into the moon, but the sitting figure was still firm and did not shrink back at all. He looked up at the dark crack.

"Go out and fight him." Someone said.

"It's so easy to say. Why don't you go out and try with him?" The man sneered.

Xiang Xuan has personally killed five supreme masters from the beginning to now!

Although there is a difference between before and after, but the number has exceeded his father. Under such prestige, who dares to fight him?

"He has run out of oil and the lamp is dry. He must not be your opponent. It will be a great benefit if he kills him and devours his fruit." Someone laughed.

The man just shook his head and said, "I don't want it. I'll give it to you. If you want it, just take it."

"He's blocking the door. Is there another Supreme Master going out?"

"Hey."

The common people lament, and there are sad clouds in their hearts.

The figure sitting around suddenly shook, and light began to rush out of his head!