My brother is too strong.

The voice was dull and had a different tone, which made people want to worship and prostrate themselves at its feet and become its believers.

The barrier shook slightly, and Bai Que's voice rang out, "It is you, the God of Impermanence!"

This name made many demon cultivators in an uproar, and their faces turned pale.

The demon cultivators who had seen the power of the God of Impermanence were terrified.

The God of Impermanence has returned, is there any hope for the demon race?

"Hehe..." The huge eyes were still indifferent, but the voice was full of pride, "Of course it's me, you want to kill me? It's not that easy."

"This time, no one will come to save you."

"Surrender, as long as you become a part of me, I will spare your demon clan."

Hu Xue in the distance trembled, looking at the huge eyes in the sky, he knelt in the air, "Sure enough, it's the God of Impermanence, what, what should I do..."

Wutong Tree quietly moved closer to Lu Shaoqing, "What is the God of Impermanence trying to do?"

"He is so powerful that he can take action directly, why is he still hesitating?"

Yu Ling and Yu Meng were also very surprised.

The God of Impermanence could obviously take action directly, instead of letting Bai Que surrender here.

He could also capture Bai Que by suppressing it.

"What are you going to do? Of course, you want to devour the Demon Suppression Tower."

Lv Shaoqing was cracking spirit beans, and he guessed calmly, "She was thinking about devouring before, but I ruined her plan."

"Now I want to continue to complete the unfinished things."

"Bai Que is not an ordinary weapon spirit. She is no different from a normal person. When she encounters a situation where she must die, she will self-destruct."

Lv Shaoqing knows Bai Que. She is wholeheartedly for the demon clan. If possible, she doesn't mind self-destructing and dying together with the God of Destruction.

Even if you are in the Mahayana stage, you dare not underestimate the self-destruction of an eighth-level magic weapon.

If Bai Que dies together, God of Destruction will get nothing.

"Really, is God of Destruction's attribute devouring? Why do all the people I meet like to devour?"

Xiao Hei was the same at that time, and the same was true in the Fallen World.

"Could it be that it relies on devouring to become stronger? If so, it's very enviable..."

Wu Tongshu was speechless. It seems that you still want this ability?

He reminded Lu Shaoqing, "Your sword is the same."

The energy of Mojun Sword made him feel scared.

"Broken sword? It's just a foodie..."

Hu Xue was so anxious. The God of Impatience has come out. Why don't you take action?

You still have the heart to nag here? If you don't take action, the demon clan will be destroyed.

"Young Master..."

Lu Shaoqing glanced at him, "Why are you in a hurry? Let's watch the show first. I have said many times that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

The idea of ​​killing someone with a borrowed knife and taking the opportunity to destroy the demon clan appeared in Hu Xue's mind again.

In the distance, Bai Que responded coldly, "You are dreaming."

"Stubborn!" The God of Impatience's voice was indifferent, "Let me show you my strength."

After that, several black reincarnation mists fell from the sky, like claws, and inserted into the bodies of Yuanba and Wang Miao.

Their bodies trembled violently, and in front of thousands of people, their breath surged and continued to rise.

Under the terrified gazes of many people, Yuan Ba ​​and Wang Miao entered the Mahayana stage in one fell swoop, and their aura was not much weaker than Yuan Xun and Wang Qi.

"This, this..."

Hu Xue looked at this scene and was so scared that his fox urine almost came out.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty. What a terrible method.

He easily produced two Mahayana stages. Is he really a god?

The three people from Wutongshu were also stunned.

The methods of the God of Impermanence far exceeded their imagination.

Can the Mahayana stage become an assembly line product?

"Young Master..." Hu Xue looked at Lu Shaoqing, his body trembling slightly, "You, you still, don't you make a move?"

If you don't make a move, hundreds of Mahayana stages will scare you to death.

"What are you panicking about?" Lu Shaoqing slowly threw a spirit bean into his mouth, "Just watch..."

The operation of the God of Impermanence shocked the demon cultivators in the Demon Palace, and fear continued to grow.

Many people sat on the ground, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

Horrible, too terrible.

In an instant, two Mahayana-level cultivators could be created. Such means could be called heaven-defying.

If they joined it, could they also enter the Mahayana-level in the future?

Although the cultivators who retreated to the Demon King's Palace were determined, at this moment, their hearts began to waver.

And those demon cultivators who were eroded had red light in their eyes and became more fanatical.

They knelt down and shouted long live the sky.

At this moment, their support for the rampant god reached its peak.

"We are willing to obey the will of God and wipe out all enemies in the world for God!"

"God, this is my God, the God I will be loyal to for the rest of my life....”

“Long live the God!”

“Haha, this is God, why don’t you surrender quickly? "

There was silence in the Demon King's Palace, and the atmosphere of despair was pervasive.

Countless cultivators looked at the big eyes in the sky, their faces pale and their eyes dull.

They could no longer think of how to win.

Perhaps it was meaningless to hold on.

After a long time, the big eyes in the sky turned, making everyone feel that the big eyes were staring at themselves.

"Surrender, you can also enjoy this treatment, I can make you stronger..."

Although it was a cold and ruthless voice, it gave people an endless temptation.

"I don't plan to destroy the demon race, I just want to make the demon race stronger..."

Many demon cultivators were shaken again.

The rampant god, it seems that there is no great malice.

Peaceful coexistence seems to be a good choice.

The important thing is, does the demon race still have a choice now?

The pervasive breath is weak, and the breath of expectation begins to spread.

Many cultivators do not want to continue fighting, they want peace.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, "Swear, you swear..."