National Creation: I can add entries

A huge humanoid exogod outside the academy greedily looked at the world inside the "honeycomb".

Everyone had a palpitation, and the monster in front of them looked at it in terms of breath, equivalent to the Supreme Creation God, and only the Dean could deal with it.

The human form can only be barely seen in the posture, and all parts of the body are full of hyperplastic tumors and pieces of flesh, and the eyes are full of confusion.

Once again, he reached for the "honeycomb" and tried to pull out several worlds to devour.

This was followed by a tremor.

"Shenhong, if you retreat quickly now, I will not care about your behavior when you think about the love of the year."

This outer god, who was called Shenhong by the dean, had a hint of clarity in his eyes.

"I am," but was instantly replaced by chaotic greed.

Even more tyrannical in arrogance, the speed of attacking the academy is getting faster and faster.

I saw the dean sigh softly and let out a breath.

The breath that came out turned into an invisible sword in the sky.

There is no way to observe it with the naked eye, it only exists in consciousness.

It was like a sword of rules scattered in the starry sky.

Kamihiro also seemed to feel threatened and changed the target of the attack to the dean.

One hand grasped towards the dean, and each finger was the size of a planet.

In contrast, the dean was so small.

The other hand twisted his fingers into a tip and stabbed directly at the academy's formation.

When touching the formation, the flesh and blood "croaked".

In this sound is mixed with the resentment of one world after another.

In the nearby world, most of the living beings degenerated into demonic cultivators in this resentment.

There are also some lucky ones who keep their hearts and have made great progress in their potential.

In the end, Shenhong still did not break through the formation.

But the unthinkable happened.

In a world polluted by resentment, a distorted race was born.

The most outrageous thing is that the recent worlds have twisted and combined into a huge fusion of flesh and blood.

In the astonished gazes of everyone, one enemy after another was bred from that flesh and blood aggregate.

Fortunately, the dependents in the blue world arrived in time.

But they also only controlled this group of enemies in one place and did not attack.

A miserable cry spread throughout the universe.

It turned out that the dean's invisible sword cut off the flesh and blood on Shenhong's right hand piece by piece.

There is also a strange and regular beauty, and Xu Ze's first reaction when he sees it is Yuding Xie Niu.

Almost a Taoist craft.

The flesh and blood in Shenhong's abdomen twisted for a while, and tentacles grew one after another, wanting to devour the cut flesh and blood again.

But the dean did not give him a chance, not only collected the cut flesh and blood, but also constantly cut off Shenhong's tentacles.

As the wound on Shenhong's right hand grew larger and larger, it gradually revealed an extremely white bone, but it revealed strange white bones everywhere.

Facing this white bone, the dean's invisible sword couldn't help him.

In the end, Kamiro's right hand was completely cut into white bones, which belongs to the kind that dogs do not gnaw.

Shenhong's aura also declined significantly for a while.

"Wang Cheng, kill me."

The dean's body shook and wanted to say something, but the next moment.

Shenhong's whole person was like a beast, aroused with ferocity, roared madly, and constantly attacked.

Wang Cheng also seemed to have made some decision, and said in his mouth.

Xu Ze suddenly heard the dean's voice in his ears.

"Xu Ze, lend me the Ten Thousand Star Robe to use."

Without hesitation, Xu Zegang agreed.

I felt that I had lost contact with Wan Xingpao.

"Okay."

The Wanxing robe was held in Wang Cheng's hand and touched gently.

"Xu Ze, you see that it is the legendary Ten Thousand Star Robe, and its grade can be ranked among the Terrans."

Wang Kunxian looked longingly at the ten thousand star robe in Wang Cheng's hand, his breath became thick, and he jumped up with excitement.

"I wish I could have a similar piece of equipment one day."

For the first time, fear appeared in Kamihiro's eyes, and he turned around and wanted to leave.

But how could Wang Cheng wave the Ten Thousand Star Robe out as he wished, and

after leaving Wang Cheng's hand, the Ten Thousand Star Robe became bigger and bigger, and finally followed Shenhong firmly like a cloud of judgment.

Wang Cheng slowly hooked the rhyme inside the Ten Thousand Star Robe.

"Look what that is, it's disgusting."

"You can be quiet, heard by the dean, and have your good fruit to eat."

The people around them frowned and looked at Wan Xingro.

I saw that one by one eyes opened on the ten thousand star robe.

Some of them have indifferent eyes, some are full of desire, and some are full of malice.

But what is unified is that they all stared at Shenhong deadly.

Under such a gaze, Shenhong was fixed in place, unable to move.

Wang Cheng walked towards Shenhong step by step.

As Wang Cheng and Shenhong got closer and closer, Shenhong's size became smaller and smaller.

It eventually became the body size of a normal person.

A kick hit Kamihiro's knee, and Kamiro fell to his knees.

Wang Cheng raised his right hand and held it halfway.

A sword of execution was formed under the watch.

Wang Cheng muttered softly as his back turned his back to the direction of the academy.

"Kamiro, I miss the time when we fought together."

"Don't worry, today, although I will behead you, I will definitely bury you in the ancestral tomb."

Wang Cheng walked a few steps, came behind Shenhong, and said loudly.

"Today, Wang Cheng of the Terran War Academy, sword slashed the foreign god Shenhong."

"In the prestige of the Hongren race."

A white light slid across the sword.

The breath of life of Shenhong dissipated.

The eyes on the Wan Xing Robe showed a satisfied look and closed their eyes.

What no one noticed was that a new eye was added to the robe of ten thousand stars, and

Wang Cheng carried Shenhong's body back to the academy.

He was greeted by all kinds of cheers.

The surrounding aliens felt the dissipation of Shenhong's aura, and their courage was frightened.

Since Shenhong appeared, there has been no Terran powerhouse to support him for half a day.

Thinking of this, Wang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Stand where you are and wait.

When I silently said 300 in my heart, someone finally came.

Wu Ning saw Wang Cheng standing in the starry sky from a distance, carrying Shenhong's corpse.

Secretly said bitterness in my heart, a bunch of damn things, who to provoke badly, biased to provoke this bother.

Before he could speak, Wang Cheng mocked: "All of them can't see people, so they came at this time."

Wu Ning kept laughing.

Wang Cheng carried Shenhong's back with one hand and Shenhong's head with the other.

"Let's see if this is a hero of the Terran race, and whether it is worthy of enjoying the ancestral tomb."

Wang Cheng didn't want to care about their bullshit, let alone listen to them.

Wu Ning was a little surprised, how could he speak so well today, and quickly followed Wang Cheng's words, "Yes, with the original record, enough."

After a moment, Wu Ning probably felt that one was enough was not enough to describe it, and then said again.

"Enough."

"That's not fast, in a few days, I will personally send Shenhong's ashes to the ancestral tomb."

Wu Ning had to turn around and leave, as a well-known good old man in the Terran race.

At this moment, there was also a trace of anger in his heart for that group of people.