The Last Valkyrie: The Myth of the Deity of All Peoples Comes

Hei Wuchang's soul-hooking blade was stained with Yang Jian's blood.

"Hahaha, I won, I want to win, as long as this head is beheaded, we will win."

"Yang Jian? Sure enough, it's the most trashy card. Why can't I see what Yang Jian is?"

From despair to excitement, the two gradually entered the ranks of ridicule.

Ye Feng ignored them.

Yang Jian also entered the realm of true self.

There is nothing in the world, which is originally imagined by people and gods.

Visualize everything you see in your mind.

Whether it is true or not, what does it matter?

What a real strong person has to do is to get rid of all illusions.

Seeing Yang Jian in a daze, his whole body relaxed, bathed in his own blood.

Hei Wuchang tightened the ecstasy blade in his hand.

"Just cut it down like this, and cut off his head."

"Hey, I know."

Bloodthirsty licked his tongue.

Hei Wuchang couldn't help but tense up.

That is the god of Ye Feng.

After the battle just now, Ye Feng has become a myth in the hearts of the gods.

The god of gods, titled god, eternal.

These words are really not an exaggeration to describe Ye Feng.

As top gods, they only need to kill one of Ye Feng's card gods, even if it is his weakest as Ye Feng said, it will be worth it.

At least they can make a name for themselves.

Thinking of this, Hei Wuchang's hands could tremble.

There was a hint of madness in his eyes.

He chopped directly at Yang Jian's head.

"die."

With this knife down, everything is over.

The sound of breaking air came.

Really attack?Or fake attack?

Yang Jian: "Is it important?"

I saw him slowly opening his eyes, his eyes were full of indifference.

Chapter 148 Yang Jian's Evolution

Yang Jian looked at everything in front of him numbly.

Thick fog obscured all sights.

Can't see anything.

Heiwuchang: "Haha, just open your eyes and take a good look at how you were defeated by us."

The whistling soul-hooking blade was getting closer and closer to Yang Jian's neck.

Yang Jian: "Since these eyes can't see, what about the third eye?"

Yang Jian, who woke up from the realm of true self, suddenly opened the third eye on his forehead.

Blood vessels gradually converge at the wound.

Straight to the end, a dazzling light emanated from the gap in the third eye.

Instantly illuminates the entire field of ecstasy.

opened.

It finally opened.

Yang Jian, opened his third eye and evolved.

Seeing through all falsehoods is Erlang Zhenjun, Yang Jian's heavenly eyes.

Heiwuchang's face changed wildly.

"kill."

However, what made him feel at ease was that the sharp blade in his hand had already touched Yang Jian's skin.

As long as one exerts force, Yang Jian will be decapitated.

Yang Jian's faint voice came: "Where are you cutting?"

Black impermanence suddenly feels like a sense of time and space.

Yang Jian teleported to his side without any warning.

Face to face, the two quickly staggered.

Hei Wuchang's ecstasy sharp blade also slashed into the void.

"Hiding? How could you see it?"

Hei Wuchang said inconceivably.

Yang Jian turned his head slowly and looked at Hei Wuchang.

"The sky is big and the earth is big and I am the biggest. My heavenly eyes can destroy the illusion of the world. You are just an official of the underworld. If you commit crimes below, you will die."

After speaking, he reached out and grabbed it.

He grabbed Hei Wuchang's arm.

For the first time in this battle, Yang Jian finally encountered Hei Wuchang's body.

Hei Wuchang: "Impossible, so what if I evolved, I also evolved once, Meng Po, help me."

Roaring.

The ecstasy blade in his hand slashed towards Yang Jian's head again.

Granny Meng was also unambiguous.

Upside down Mengpo soup.

Downpours of rain poured down.

This is Meng Po's poison, which can paralyze the nerves of God.

It made Yang Jian's reaction a lot slower.

The next moment.

I saw the third eye on Yang Jian's forehead emitting a dazzling light.

Cover every corner of your body.

The rainwater couldn't touch Yang Jian's body at all.

He healed the damage caused by Hei Wuchang one by one.

At the same time, a beam of light shot out from the eye of the sky.

In an instant, it hit Hei Wuchang's ecstasy blade.

The powerful impact, and the divine power covered by the beam of the sky eye.

It directly made Hei Wuchang unable to hold the blade tightly and let go.

Heiwuchang: "Ah~~ Impossible."

He looked at the magic weapon that was thrown away in shock.

The next moment, the Soul-Evoking Blade was in mid-air, and it turned into pieces like glass.

Eye of the Sky, it’s not just talking.

Just as Ye Feng imagined, although Yang Jian is a high-level card.

However, they are all top-level existences among high-level cards.

And his setting also allows his strength to be better played after evolution.

Especially the moment when you open your eyes.

All illusions in the world are shattered, and the eyes of the sky can be attacked or defended.

Otherwise, how can it be called God.

Yang Jian grabbed Hei Wuchang's hand.

Looking at him coldly: "Is it impossible? I think so too, but I still want to thank you."

Hei Wuchang could feel the breath of death from Yang Jian's indifferent expression.

"Meng Po, if you don't make a move, if you don't make a move again, there is no chance."

Granny Meng also panicked.

I'm just an auxiliary pharmacist, how do you want me to fight?

Put the magic bowl on his forehead.

Yang Jian glanced at Po Meng.

Po Meng instantly felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Not daring to move an inch.

The two gods from the underworld are most afraid of falling into hell.

After all, the more you understand, the more you understand the horror of death.

I saw Yang Jian gently raised his arm.

Aim at Heiwuchang's body.

Hei Wuchang's pupils shrank for a while.

Is this going to kill him directly with a knife in his hand?

It's too suffocating.

"Do not."

Knife up and down.

The gods were already sighing, sure enough, Ye Feng was invincible, and it was about to end.

"Come back, Heiwuchang."

The moment Yang Jian was about to kill Hei Wuchang.

Black impermanence turned into black smoke and disappeared immediately.

And Meng Po quickly took it back.

The thick fog in the sky dissipated.

The rain has also completely disappeared.

Before I knew it, another day passed.

The sun is shining brightly in the sky.

Yang Jian was drenched in blood, standing in the sun, he already had the appearance that a God of War should have.

Looking indifferently at the two gods meeting the red flowers in the sky.