Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

After all, Weng Yilie was an old friend of his grandfather, and Su Ziyu didn't want to see him fall like this.

"Hahaha... Eternal life! Look at me like this! I just want eternal life!"

Weng Yilie roared as if he had lost his heart.

Thinking of Weng Yilie's age, it seems that he is so persistent in pursuing eternal life.

But inexplicably, Su Ziyu still felt that something was wrong.

In Su Ziyu's impression, Weng Yilie is not such a person who pursues these things outside the body, although the temptation of eternal life is indeed great, but Weng Yilie's mental state also has some problems.

"Maniac! You lunatic! Aaaah! After

Feng Li opened his mouth to curse a few words, he was bitten off the throat, and the only sound left was the lotus sound.

Walking in front of Feng Li and looking condescendingly at Feng Li like a dead dog, Weng Yilie smiled viciously, condensed a huge earth and stone giant hammer, and smashed it down hard under Feng Li's terrified gaze!

Poof!

Blood splashed, and Feng Li's face instantly blurred with blood and flesh, like a ball of batter that had just been kneaded many times.

"Ate him."

Weng Yilie said to his human skin.

Hearing this, the speed of human skin eating accelerated, the bloody huge mouth opened wide, and his jaw was almost dragged to the ground, and then Feng Li's mutilated body was swallowed in.

When Feng Li let out his last desperate roar, the human skin grunted and swallowed it completely.

"And two little bugs."

Weng Yilie's cloudy old eyes swept towards Su Ziyu and Gu Yan'er, smiled viciously, and waved his arm down hard.

The human-skinned monster rushed forward again.

"As long as you eat another corpse of a Hui Yue-level warlock, that ritual will be completed!"

Weng Yilie shouted with excitement and madness.

"Old maniac!"

Gu Yan'er couldn't help but scold.

"I'll come."

Su Ziyu stopped Gu Yan'er from wanting to make a move, and shook her head slightly.

"Brother Ziyu, you are alone..."

When they were children, they were still studying herbs and occultism, and they did not really step into the extraordinary realm, and when they grew up, due to the death of their grandfather and the change in the family, Su Ziyu hid in a mental hospital again, and there was no contact with Gu Yan'er.

Therefore, the impression of Su Ziyu in Gu Yan'er's mind was still stuck in the summer of the ten years when the two of them were ten.

Although Su Ziyu was called a warlock genius when he was a child, Gu Yan'er had not seen it with her own eyes after all, so she did not have a correct understanding of his strength.

"Okay, girl."

Su Ziyu smiled slightly, rubbed Gu Yan'er's little head, and turned to look at the human-skin monster that was swinging his teeth and claws.

Suddenly, Su Ziyu's momentum rose rapidly, breaking through from the Morning Star to the Huiyue level!

Kazuki Step!

Kazuki Advanced!

......

Still without the intention of stopping, he crossed that terrifying spiritual chasm in one fell swoop, and burst out an eternal blazing yang-level spiritual aura!

The violent spiritual aura blew the black robe on Su Ziyu's body into a hunting sound.

Looking at the incomparably strong spiritual aura in front of her, Gu Yan'er looked shocked, her small mouth opened slightly, and she didn't know what to say.

"I didn't expect Brother Ziyu... It has actually broken through to the Eternal Blazing Sun! That's awesome!

After reacting, Gu Yan'er felt shy for looking down on Su Ziyu's strength before, covered her slightly red little face, and looked at Su Ziyu's eyes again almost turned into star eyes.

What girl doesn't like the boy she likes to be stronger than herself and become an invincible hero who saves the world.

"Stinky boy, actually hides his strength."

Feeling that strong breath, Weng Yilie's old face also became extremely ugly, but soon returned to normal, and said with a sinister smile:

"What about the Eternal Flame Sun, after eating the three corpses, the strength of the human skin phantom has already reached the Eternal Flame Sun, wait for death!" Su family boy! "

Dark Wisdom Bound Dungeon!"

A low drink sounded in his heart, and the surrounding shadows seemed to come to life, and all of them swarmed up, following Su Ziyu's steps, and instantly bound the high-speed moving human-skin monster.

"Dark wisdom knows the cage!"

Su Ziyu's hands quickly froze, and one after another pitch-black giant pillars rose up, crisscrossing them, and in a short while, the human-skin monster was trapped in it.

Moreover, some of the giant pillars even penetrated the soft body of human skin, piercing through blood-colored holes, and the screams were heaven-shaking.

"Dark Wisdom Nether Ghost Fire!"

With a low drink in his heart, Su Ziyu quickly sealed his hands again, and after many exercises, his printing speed could be completed almost in the blink of an eye.

The pitch-black giant pillar poofed, and a raging fire appeared, and the dark blue flames kept jumping, instantly turning the area into a sea of blue fire.

Watching Su Ziyu casually cast several high-level techniques in a few seconds, Gu Yan'er on the side was dumbfounded.

"That's awesome! It is worthy of being Brother Ziyu!

"When will I have that printing speed!"

"What an advanced technique!"

In the past, it was the layman who saw the liveliness, and the insider watched the doorway.

As a descendant of an orthodox warlock family, Gu Yan'er's vision was so vicious, and after thinking for a moment, she found that the technique used by Su Ziyu did not belong to any unique family in the extraordinary world.

When she was a child, the playful Gu Yan'er often climbed to her grandfather Guli's practice room to peek at her grandfather's cultivation, and once by chance she saw Su Ziyu's grandfather Su Yan and her grandfather Guli were fighting.

And at that time, Su Yan happened to have used that kind of dark blue flame, and later Gu Yan'er asked Grandpa Gu Li out of curiosity what kind of technique the Su family practiced.

"Old Magic? Has Brother Ziyu already finished cultivating the Old Magic Code?!

Grandpa's description of the Old Magic Code sounded in his ears, and the look of shock on Gu Yan'er's little face became more and more intense.

Moreover, Gu Yan'er observed the Nether Ghost Fire released by Su Yan and Su Ziyu and found that although the two looked similar, there were some slight differences.

For example, the color of the Nether Ghost Fire released by Su Ziyu was more strangely blue, and the fire was more vigorous.

"Could it be said that the current brother Ziyu has surpassed Grandpa Su Yan?!"

Gu Yan'er exclaimed in a low voice.

And just when Gu Yan'er was shocked by the dark technique unleashed by Su Ziyu, Weng Yilie's old face flashed with viciousness and anger.

"What kind of technique is this?! High powerful dark power.

"So what! Berserk Lion! Crush it! Weng

Yili's old face darkened, and he immediately let out a roar, and the phantom of the wild lion behind him took shape, shooting towards those pitch-black giant pillars!

Bang bang!

The mad lion phantoms were filmed one after another, and after a round of attacks, those pitch-black giant pillars were not damaged at all.

After perfectly mastering the Old Magic Code, the technique of the "Dark Wisdom Chapter" used by Su Ziyu also became more powerful.

With the strength of Weng Yilie's Eternal Flame Sun, how could he break through Su Ziyu, whose actual strength had already stepped into the immortal level.

"Is the visualization concrete?"

With a sneer, stepping on the pitch-black giant pillar, Su Ziyu rushed up, and the chaotic air flow behind him pervaded, and in an instant, the phantom of the original demon god took shape!

Looking at the huge Demon God phantom behind Su Ziyu that seemed to be about to break the roof, Gu Yan'er widened her eyes and muttered,

"What is that... What a terrifying energy fluctuation!

"You actually have a deity-level visualization map?!"

Looking at the domineering phantom of the Primordial Demon God, Weng Yilie's face changed drastically, and he shouted in panic.

Syllable!

With a cold snort, the phantom of the Primordial Demon God swung his arm violently, and the wicker-like arms fell one after another, and the muffled sound of thumping sounded like a dense drumbeat.

"Berserk Lion! Stop it! The

mad lion phantom behind Weng Yilie jumped up suddenly, and his body lit up with earthy yellow spiritual energy, but before he could pounce in front of the Primordial Demon God, he was suppressed by one arm.

Suffering from the suppressive attack of the Primordial Demon God, the phantom shadow of the mad lion suddenly became illusory, as if it would dissipate in the next second.

Burst!

And Weng Yilie, who barely managed to maintain the phantom of the wild lion, turned pale, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out!

At this time, Weng Yilie's face was pale, as if he had aged several years.

Seriously injured, the phantom of the wild lion was also difficult to maintain, and it shattered into pieces with a bang.