Paradise of Demonic Gods

"What?" The Pope's eyelids slammed and looked up. The whole city became a ruin. Hundreds of thousands of people in the Shah State became a piece of coke, and even the entire big bright world has fallen. Above the capital, the two cities of flame and matter are covered together, and all the creatures outside the city are completely evaporated.

"I obviously didn't shoot..."

Fang Xingjian looked at the Holy Fire Pope in front of him and said, "Really?"

"Are you sure that your perception of the body, the perception of your own power, and the perception of the big light world are true?"

"I am sure!" The Pope's tone is infinitely affirmative. He looked at Fang Xingjian in front of him and said: "It is an illusion. I have not shot, and the city has not been destroyed.

Because I can still perceive the existence of the ruling, even if it is in the micro-realm, it is impossible to directly tamper with the power that others have mastered, so all I see is an illusion. ”

"And as long as you are in this city, you can't kill me. As long as I don't shoot, you have nothing to do." The Holy Fire Pope looked coldly at Fang Xingjian and said: "Can you always support this illusion?

To exert power on the microcosm, and to continue to exert this microscopic realm, its energy consumption can be achieved casually. ”

“Is it really not?” Fang Xingjian looked at the Pope in front of him and laughed. At the same time, a little Jianguang lighted from his fingertips, just like a star that shimmered in the universe. The light of the road pierces the sky.

The Pope's eyelids shook, the palms opened and clenched, and said coldly: "You don't want to lie to me, I won't do it. Who is this? My great priest? My apprentice, or Shaguo. princess?"

Fang Xingjian did not answer, but a finger pointed out, the fingertips of the sword light swayed out, like a meteor shower scattered throughout the capital, these swords are all in the virtual sword, and swept above the space, there is no such thing The protection of the array penetrated the city and fell on everyone's body like a phantom.

"It doesn't matter if I look at my people who attack you?"

Seeing this scene in front of him, the priest's gaze was slightly picked up, and he continued to look back and forth between the people in the city and Fang Xingjian, but he never did it, but the hesitation in his eyes became more and more intense.

Jianguang dissipated, and Fang Xingjian swept a glimpse of the Holy Fire Pope.

"Your life is temporarily stored here."

"The next time I come over, I will take it away."

In the mind, the words left by Fang Xingjian echoed. The Holy Fire Pope’s face was ugly. He looked at the direction of the city with a sly look. He saw that the whole city had become a mess. Countless people shouted and shouted everywhere. And desperate crying.

In the eyes of millions of people in the whole city, the whole process of the battle is extremely simple, that is, the fingertips of Fang Xingjian illuminate countless savage swords, and the Holy Fire Pope seems to be stupid and standing in the same place.

"This sword, even if it is to punish you for the sin of disrespect, if there is another crime, I will wash the people of the sand country."

Next, Jianguang pierced the air and fell into the millions of people in the entire city.

Everyone who was pierced by Jianguang first discovered that he had no worries about life, but then he made a miserable shout.

Because of the millions of people in the entire desert system, they all found their systems disappear, and the knight system of millions of people was missing.

The knight's cultivation into the realm of the gods has basically not relied on systematic cultivation. It is entirely the perception of the world, the manipulation of power, the cultivation of the secrets of the classics, and the progress of the nine-story Heavenly Palace.

However, no matter whether it is the skill synthesis of the second-turn strong, the transfer of a strong one, the conversion of potential, the transfer of apprentices and the practice of raising the law, all need to rely on the existence of the system.

That is to say, without the assistance of the system, all the powers under the **** level almost lost the ability to cultivate and become stronger.

For these high-level officials of the sand country, these nobles, these civilians, soldiers and even slaves, have lost the possibility of cultivation, what does it represent?

That is a bad ending than hell.

Countless people fell to the ground and stared at their hands. They couldn’t feel the attributes anymore, and they couldn’t feel the skills anymore. They couldn’t feel any system anymore.

Unprecedented, they suddenly found themselves so strange to their flesh.

"God! Have you given up on your people?"

"The Pope, we can't cultivate!"

"Skills, attributes... nothing can be felt!"

So some people began to bow in the direction of Fang Xingjian, and even some people directly invested in five bodies, a face of remorse, tears and nose to leave a whole face.

Even many of them regard the square star sword in the sky as a god.

"It is possible to take away our cultivation foundation."

"Is he a god?"

Being able to take the system away is a miracle that they have never seen before. It’s important to know that everyone on the miracle continent has a system of birth, which is like a part of their body, only in their will. And in thinking, even if it is a god-level powerhouse, no one can split it.

In the face of such a situation, it is understandable that they regard Fang Xingjian as a god.

"Adult, beg you to go around us."

"God, forgive our sins and ignorance."

"I am willing to offer all my wealth, all women, all slaves, please give me the qualifications for cultivation!"

After a sword, a city was scared. Fang Xingjian swept the city under his feet coldly, and his body flashed altogether. It has completely disappeared, leaving only the people in the city to fall into chaos and collapse.

Looking at the Fang Xingjian disappeared in the sky, the empire's intelligence squad is a look of horror and despair, because the sword that Fang Xingjian just had is indistinguishable. After all, how many millions of people, Fang Xingjian may go out in a flash distinguish.

That is to say, their team's system has also been cut off.

The captain looked at the direction of the sky, and there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth: "There is a sword that has been slashed through the roots of the cultivation. This man's swordsmanship is already a god."

Another new girl said: "One person and one sword broke into the sand country, not only killing the king of the sand, but also forcing the holy fire to teach the pope. In the presence of the pope, he took the foundation of the high-level cultivation in the country. It is..."

Everyone can't think of adjectives to describe the impression of Fang Xingjian in their hearts at the moment. They only know that with this shot of Fang Xingjian, an unprecedented storm will be picked up in the entire desert.

Under the **** level, all the top management lose the foundation of cultivation, then how many nobles, famous, generals, and genres will be shuffled.

But no matter what the outcome, Fang Xingjian will become a nightmare for the entire desert.

In the midst of the sky, the Holy Fire Pope is still standing in the same place, and his eyes are in doubt.

The incredible thing about the cutting system makes him really not sure whether he is seeing illusion or reality. (To be continued...)