Mysterious Taixu God Emperor

Finally, on the fourth day, the atmosphere on Wuyi Island was extremely depressing, and everyone's heartstrings were tense.

"Come on!" Lin Wudao said lazily.

As if to confirm Lin Wudao's words, a roar sounded on the mask.

276 The Palace of the Seven Kings!

274 Palace of the Seven Kings!

The black demons above the sky covered the sky and blocked the sun, like locusts all over the sky, rampaging on the energy mask, and the cracks spread.

"Crack!"

The mask shattered, and everyone on Wuyi Island broke out in cold sweat. Although they knew that the mask would shatter sooner or later, when it was truly shattered, they still had lingering fears in the face of hundreds of millions of strange demons.

Lin Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, jumped up, waved his sleeve robe in the air, and the brilliant rays of light were dazzling and compelling.

Pieces of fetishes flew out from Lin Dong's sleeves, and each piece contained a tyrannical aura, which was not ordinary at first glance.

"Everyone, at the moment of life and death, I, Lin Dong, hereby promise that if this catastrophe is passed smoothly, so many divine objects will be yours!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a roar on Wuyi Island, and countless strong eyes were burning, their faces drooping, and they reached out to grab the powerful divine object.

"Fight against the water and defend Wuyi Island desperately."

Looking at the high morale, Lin Dong nodded slightly and turned to Ying Huanhuan: "Be careful yourself."

Ying Huanhuan's icy eyes were cold and he didn't answer, but his actions seemed to explain everything.

At the same time, after the mask was shattered, the demonic energy in the sky overflowed, and the screams of countless strange demons resounded around them.

The cultivation base of many different demons is very low to Lin Dong. With a calm expression, his robes are flying in the air.

The right hand swiped down for the palm of the sky, and the whole body's majestic Yuan force gathered crazily on the palm.

"Boom!"

The thunderclouds rolled over, and the low sound of thunderstorms resounded in all directions, shaking people's hearts.

In an instant, the Thunder Spirit-like offensive slammed down fiercely, rushing into the hundreds of millions of strange demons.

Lei Ling galloped, his aura drowned out the strange demons, the screams were incessant, and wisps of black smoke rose. It could be seen from this that Lin Dong's shot down, at least hundreds of them turned into ashes.

With Lin Dong's tyrannical declaration of war, the spirits of many strong men on Wuyi Island were shocked, and after roaring, they overwhelmed the world and swept out to join the battlefield.

For a time, it was dark and dark, and countless strange demons fought bloody battles with many strong men. Neither side left their hands.

Lin Dong didn't pay attention to the battlefield where they were fighting together below, but looked into the depths of the demonic cloud in the sky, where several extremely terrifying demonic qi surged out.

In the next instant, the demon cloud was violent, the space was forcibly torn apart, and vague black shadows appeared little by little.

"Lin Dong! We meet again!"

With the fall of these words, the energy between heaven and earth suddenly shrank, and countless strange demons were even more powerful.

A gloomy gaze locked on Lin Dong.

Figures appeared, a total of three people, Lin Dong's eyes were placed on the head of the person, his appearance was very familiar.

"Today will be a shame!" Lin Dong said in a cold voice.

This person was the one who couldn't defeat when he was in Beixuanyu, and made himself quite embarrassed, the Seven Kings Palace!

Lin Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the aura emanating from the three of them, but he couldn't recognize the condensed eyes.

One palace and two true kings also indicate that one is the powerhouse of the two realms of life and death in the realm of reincarnation. At the same time, Lin Dong feels that the other two real kings are the peaks of the realm of life and death, and the limit is close to the realm of reincarnation. .

The Seven Kings Palace sneered: "This time, I will never let you escape from my hands again!"

Lin Dong's eyes flashed coldly: "Don't worry, I won't run away! Because, I will kill you!"

The Seven Kings Palace licked his lips disdainfully, and the gloomy meaning was self-evident: "This is also what I want to say."

Ying Huanhuan dodged to Lin Dong's side and smiled slightly: "You can deal with the Seven Kings Palace, and leave the rest of the true kings to me."

Lin Dong has no doubts about Ying Huanhuan's words, after all, she can't see through her own strength.

His eyes were like sharp edges, looking directly at the Palace of the Seven Kings, the power of thunder in his entire body violently rioted, and with Lin Dong's hand, the thunder dragon burst out.

Such a light-hearted blow, but it seems to be driving the thunderclouds above the sky, and the roar resounds in all directions, enough to destroy everything.

"It's just a kid who entered the reincarnation realm for the first time. Today, I will completely kill you!" He obviously didn't care about the Thunder Dragon Seven Kings Palace, which was tearing apart the space.

Eyes turned, the magic energy spurted out, a finger fell, and a hundred-zhang thick black magic chain burst out, entangling the Thunder Dragon.

In an instant, nothingness opened its mouth wide, bit down, and swallowed the Thunder Dragon.

The two of them just struck a casual blow, but they shook Jiutian's surroundings, and the aftermath of terror spread out.

Lin Dong was surrounded by purple-gold energy, holding a dragon spear, and the energy between heaven and earth gathered like a tide.

With a long whistle, this was his first battle after entering the Samsara Realm, and he faced such a formidable opponent again, which made him not only without the slightest fear, but his fighting spirit became more and more passionate.

The dragon spear was sketched in the air, and bursts of refreshing cold light burst out, and its body also ripped apart the space and approached the Hall of Seven Kings.

The Hall of the Seven Kings snorted coldly, the demonic energy surged, and it rushed out, crossing the mountains and rivers, and the figure moved, turning a blind eye to the cold light that filled the sky.

On the way to tearing apart the space, a pair of arms changed, black as ink, and sharp to the sky.