Peerless God of War

"Roar"

The roar of the gods and Demons kept coming, the virtual shadow of the gods and Demons surrounded, and the fingers pressed down.

"Click"

The crisp sound came. Although the sound was not loud, it came into everyone's ears.

"Impossible..." in the white bone cage, Yan Ning came with a frightened voice.

"Broken." the ancient wind fingers wrapped around the black light pattern, and suddenly pressed down with a cold color on his face.

"Boom"

The blood light straight into the sky was completely broken at this time, and the white bone spear was broken inch by inch under the finger of the God and devil. Turned into powder.

"Hiss..."

Before the golden hall, everyone couldn't help taking a breath when they saw this scene. The white bone spear is a mysterious and high-level treasure. It is powerful and unparalleled and extremely strong. But how terrible it takes to break directly under the ancient wind.

The finger of God and devil did not disappear, but pressed towards the white bone cage with terrible power. The void trembled, waves of energy ripple spread, felt the terrible breath, and everyone in the field didn't change his face. That power is really terrible.

"The white bone cage, imprisoning heaven and earth." Yan Ning's roar came again. The runes on the white bone cage flickered and turned into hundreds of feet. With a strange energy, they shrouded in the ancient wind and the finger of God and devil.

"Trapped lock."

The white bone is infinite, completely blocking this space, and the ancient style is locked in the white bone cage. Countless ghost spirits filled the air, and the blood evil spirit surged towards the finger of God and devil.

In the white bone cage, Yan Ning's face was bloodless and shrouded in dark lines. The Black Ghost gas filled his whole body. It seemed that there was a ghost screaming beside him.

The palm like a ghost claw slowly poked out of the sleeve robe. Yan Ning grabbed the unreal head and immediately burst into a ferocious smile. In the palm, a strange rich black awn burst out.

"This is what you forced me. Originally, this means was used when waiting for the last battle of Shengwang mountain. I didn't expect it to be used today, but it also makes you feel fear, fear of death." Yan Ning's face was wearing a crazy smile, and the black awn in his hand kept pouring into the illusory head.

The spirit, the spirit of a strong man, didn't dissipate because of death, but was captured by Yan Ning. Although I don't know how Yan Ning did it, the ancient wind knows that the next is probably the real terrorist attack of Yan Ning.

With the continuous instillation of black mans, the man's hair screamed bitterly. Even the ancient style was a little cold. The means of the hell devil hall are really weird and vicious. Unexpectedly, people's spirits don't let go and want to make use of it.

"If you do this, you won't be afraid to be known by people outside and attack you?" Gu Feng shouted fiercely. He had a bad hunch in his heart. This means is strange. In this place of great attention, he can't easily use it to form a life style. Once exposed, he will fall into death.

"See? This white bone cage is isolated from the outside. They can't see it at all. You can feel this fear at ease." Yan Ning said with a dark smile on his face and looking at the ancient wind. The black light in his hand was still instilled into the illusory head. When the expansion path of the illusory head was large enough, Yan ningsen's cold voice like a ghost sounded at this moment.

"The funeral song of the soul is full of everything."

With Yan Ning's roar, the huge head burst with a roar. Countless spiritual forces wreaked havoc in the cage. With the power of resentment, they turned into countless spiritual attacks and rushed towards the ancient wind. This terrible force directly impacts the human spirit, which is very terrible.

However, there was no trace of fear on the ancient wind's face, but looked at Yan Ning with a joking color at the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you for reminding me that this cage is isolated from the outside world. You can see the outside, but you can't see here, so you can die at ease." the low voice of the ancient wind came.

Yan Ning scoffed at the ancient wind. In this cage, he is heaven and earth. If there is no absolute power, he is invincible in this white bone cage. What's more, there are those God soul attacks that can't be prevented. Even if the ancient style is strong, it is only a triple martial cultivation of soul forging realm at best. He can only be slaughtered in this white bone cage.

The ancient style stands in the middle of the white bone cage with slightly closed eyes. That turned into a broken soul needle, pierced the space and stabbed the ancient wind.

"It's still bluffing now." Yan Ning's eyes flashed a look of contempt. This soul Tibetan song is full of everything. However, when he was still the first level of soul forging realm, he helped him kill the triple martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm. The spirit used is only the spirit of the double strong in the soul forging realm. This divine spirit is the soul of a strong person in the triple peak realm of soul forging realm. Compared with it, it is more than several times stronger.

The ancient wind still had a quiet fighting power. When those broken souls needle him, the ancient wind with slightly closed eyes suddenly opened his eyes. At that moment, the deep starlight was emitted from his eyes, and a continuous starry sky appeared above his head. The stars twinkle in the starry sky, and seven huge stars twinkle in the sky like an obsidian sun. In particular, the bright black and white stars are rippling with a palpitating breath.

"Boom"

The terrible power bloomed from the ancient wind, the black and white stars trembled, and the black and white torrents flowed down from them, interwoven in the air and turned into a black-and-white torrent, enveloping the ancient wind.

The terrible power rippled, and all the broken soul needles were swallowed up in an instant.

"Your attack has no effect on me."

In the void, a faint light sound came, and a cold ancient wind appeared beside Yan Ning, with a cold face. The purple lightning sword in his hand fell and pierced into his chest.

Then the purple lightning sword in his hand cut on the white bone cage, cut off one of the white bones and leap out of it.

Losing Yan Ning's strength, the white bone cage shrank rapidly, and finally became only a foot in size and fell from the air. The white bone cage disappeared, and the ancient wind and the voice of Yan Ning appeared in the sky again.

However, at the moment, Yan Ning looked at the ancient wind with fear on his face and his fingers trembled: "you, you are seven..."

Yan Ning didn't have time to say what he wanted to say. A startling sword idea broke through his body and split him in two. The blood floated from the air and dyed the earth below red.