Chapter 54 Genesis and Kesu

The golden light is full of everything. Even if these powerful beings with mythical strength are unwilling, they still have to close their eyes. Such a horrible golden light, such a horrible attack, not to mention them, I'm afraid that those fallen god-level strongmen have never seen it. This is completely comparable to the blow of the supreme god. It is also a blow that carries the hope of countless mansions on the mainland.

"Did you succeed?"

"Has the Lord of Death been killed?"

"Is it over?"

Although these mythical strongmen can't see it at all, this endless golden light is too strong and dazzling to see the situation of the dead lord at this moment, everyone is looking forward to the fall of the dead lord, looking forward to the fall of Dante, looking forward to a safe era, looking forward to...

At this moment, Jing Chen, like those mythical strong men, does not know whether the Lord of death has really fallen. The evolution of the ancient lotus not only drains all the divine power of Jing Chen, but also almost drains every drop of blood on Jing Chen's body. At this moment, Jing Chen is extremely weak, and even a mythical strong man can kill it. He His body also floated uncontrollably towards the ground, like fallen leaves in the wind.

"Roar! I... still... live...!"

Not until the golden light dissipated, the earth-shaking roar sounded. This was the roar of the Lord of Death. The roar was full of the joy of the rest of his life after the disaster and the hatred of Jing Chen. With the roar, the golden light melted like the snow in late spring. In just a few breaths, the appearance of the dead lord was revealed.

At this moment, the tall and burly body of the dead lord has become broken, and most of his body is left with dark bones, and even the internal organs are completely smashed. It looks so horrible. Not to mention mortals, even ordinary god-level strongmen, who are seriously injured to this extent, may not be able to survive.

Unfortunately, the Lord of Death is not an ordinary mansion. He has a horrible existence that can be comparable to the highest god-level strength. At this moment, he has the blessing of rules. If it weren't for the power of the Posigulian to be too powerful, Jing Chen could not hurt the Death Lord to this extent at all, but the injury does not mean death. Even with such a serious injury, the dead lord can still exert the strength of the main god level. With this strength alone, none of these original mainland strong people in the field, including Jing Chen, can compete with it.

"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity..." The Death Lord said three regrets in a row. Half of his face has turned into a skeleton, and he could clearly see the bones moving. This sounded like a little leaky words, but no one dared to laugh, and no one would laugh. At this moment, the strongmen of the original continent were completely desperate. Including Jing Chen, the dead lord is still alive. Under the terrible explosion of Gulian, he is still alive.

Battle, at the moment when the dead lord did not die, there seems to be an answer. The dead lord is not dead, Jing Chen is no longer able to fight again, and 90% of the mansion in the original continent has fallen. These are enough to make everyone understand that victory belongs to the Lord of Death, belongs to Dante, and belongs to the undead creatures. They will become the Lord of the new era. Humans, they will erase all creatures on the continent at this moment, whether they are humans, elves, dwarves, or dragons... All the races living on the original continent now will be destroyed.

"Wow... Bang!"

Without seeing how the Lord of Death moved, Jing Chen's body, which had originally fallen to the ground, was suddenly poured into the ground by an invisible force. The huge muffled sound spread into everyone's ears. Jing Chen's whole body was embedded in the hard and abnormal rock. The horrible crack spread from Jing Chen's body to the surroundings, and the blood spread from Jing Chen. The body oozed out, dyed the whole stone wall red, and even converged into a stream and flowed into the ground.

It was not until this moment that the Lord of Death continued to say, "It's only a little short. As long as your strength is a little stronger, or the po suo gu lian evolves into two petals, I will die in your hands. The continent you want to protect and everything you want to protect will be destroyed because of your strength. Unfortunately, it's a pity. After all, your strength is only a little worse, haha..." The Death Lord laughed crazily. He did not waste a trace of magic power to recover his wound. Although he survived the most deadly blow of Posago Gulian, his situation is not much better at this moment. If he consumes the magic power of death to repair the wound, then He will have no spare time to deal with Jing Chen.

As the Death Lord just said, Jing Chen can kill him as long as he is a little stronger. Such a existence is not dead. How can the Death Lord dare to treat his injury at ease? He wants to kill Jing Chen, so that Jing Chen has no dust left in this world. Only in this way can the dead lord be at ease.

Seeing Jing Chen's body being attacked by the dead lord, the strong men of the original continent had not completely reacted. They couldn't believe that they really fell into despair. The whole battle lasted too short. Even if this battle was even the face of heaven and earth, the result was the strength of all the original continents. They are unwilling to accept it.

Once upon a time, they could be kings and wave their hands to make dynasties rise and fall one by one. They enjoyed thousands of worship and even worshipped. In almost endless lives, although their strength was not comparable to that of the mansion, the treatment they could enjoy was no worse than that of the mansion, even better than those alone. The Xingshen Mansion is even better, they...

However, in this short time, everything in their hands, everything they have, everything they can dominate will leave them. This is the real power of God and the power of super existence. The strength of this power makes them not even have the idea of resistance. At this moment, in The spiritual world of these mythical strong people in the field has completely collapsed. They have no idea except despair.

For a strong man, death is not the most terrible thing. Most of the real strong people die on the battlefield. In the wandering between countless lives and death, few powerful people have the opportunity to break through, and more strong people can only fall, fall on the road to become the supreme strong, and become the growth of others. Ladder, such a death is the best belonging for most strong people.

However, for a person who pursues strength, when there is no hope in his heart and is full of despair, even if his body does not really die, his people are dead and completely dead. In any case, any strong man can kill him. Such a person has lost his strength. Yes, it has also lost the glory of a strong man.

"As a human who almost killed me, I give you one last chance to speak." The Lord of Death jokingly looked at Jing Chen, who had been embedded in the rock. The blood of God that kept flowing from Jing Chen's body made the Lord of Death extremely excited. He suddenly found that just watching the person who almost killed him bleed would make every cell on his body excited, and even roar excitedly.

reluctantly raised his head and looked at the ferocious face with only half of the flesh and blood suspended in the air. Jing Chen's eyes were completely congested. If his eyes could kill the Lord of Death, the Lord of Death at this moment had been killed 10,000 times by Jing Chen's eyes. Unfortunately, now Jing Chen doesn't even have the strength to move his body. Not to mention fighting with the Lord of Death. In the process of the crazy power output just now, the tree of life rooted in the dream world has become gloomy. If it hadn't been for the energy support in the Immortant Temple, I'm afraid that the tree of the world would be the first to be drained.

Jing Chen knows that as long as there is the tree of the world, he will not die, but he has to wait for the tree of the world to recover and resurrect himself. Even Jingchen doesn't know when to wait, and now Jingchen is already the main god level, the same as the main god level as the tree of the world. Such strength depends on the tree of the world alone. Even Jingchen doesn't know whether his ability can reshape his body.

If the Tree of the World can't reshape his body, Jingchen may have only two choices. One is to use the divine body of the intermediate mansion that the Tree of the World can provide, like Terien, and the other is to sleep permanently and never use his own body. Of course, the premise of all this is that the Death Lord will give Jing Chen a chance to live. .

But will the Lord of Death do it?

In other gods' mansions, even the main god may not be able to completely kill Jing Chen, but the death lord who has the power of death. As the supreme god of death, how can he have the same ability as the ordinary god-level strong man? Jing Chen fully believes that the death lord absolutely has a way to kill himself. And there is more than one.

"Alas..."

A sigh suddenly resounded through the whole space. It was just this sigh that not only attracted Jing Chen's eyes, but also made the desperate strong people in the original continent follow the direction of the sound. I don't know why, this sigh seems to have the ability to flirt with the soul, and the owner of this sigh actually However, it is the creation god who has been watching all this development with a projection. I don't know when the appearance of the creation god has become the same as when Jing Chen first saw it, and most of his body is the appearance of a skeleton.

But at this moment, when they saw the strong men who looked like the Creator, they were not surprised at all. Their hearts did not even have a trace of abnormal fluctuations. Everyone stared at the Creator, looking at the legendary mansion that created all the races of the continent, and saw what he wanted to do.

"Genesis, do you still want to save them?" The Lord of Death laughed and said that he was once the supreme god. Naturally, he knew the relationship between the god of creation and the power of rules. At this moment, the power of rules has stood on the opposite side of the god of creation. If the god of creation dares to appear, the power of rules will definitely kill him at the first time, so the Lord of death is not worried about the sudden arrival of the god of creation. .

"Indeed..." The face of the Creator has completely turned into a skeleton, and he can't see any expression at all, but his voice is so indifferent, as if he is saying something so ordinary that it can't be ordinary.

"Okay, come on. As long as you dare to appear, I won't kill them. What do you think?" The Lord of Death said solemnly, but the bottom of his remaining eye flashed a strange light. If you are familiar with the Lord of Death, you will definitely know that it is excitement, joy, yes... What the Lord of Death most hopes is to destroy the God of Creation together. Of course, it is the hand of the power of rules.

"Death, do you know what I am most proficient in?" The Creator did not answer the words of the Lord of Death, but asked very suddenly.

"You? Creation, aren't you stupid? Aren't you most proficient in creation? Who else is more proficient in creation than you? The tone of the Lord of Death was a little disdainful and puzzled.

"No, in several eras, I am not the only one who is proficient in creation, and Lahir, and you are not the only one who is proficient in death, right, Kesu?" With that, the eyes of the Creator suddenly looked at the empty space next to him.

At this moment, not only the Lord of Death and Dante, but everyone's eyes looked at the place where the Creator God saw a fluctuation in the space there. An octopus-like creature suddenly appeared there. He had eight tentacles, each of which had countless holes. When he appeared, he was surrounded by However, the energy in the world flows towards those holes with the energy flow visible to the naked eye.

"Creation, you still have so many mouths." What suddenly appeared was Kesu, the god of devouring, and the real body of the ancient god. His eyes inadvertently glanced at Jing Chen, who was embedded in the mountain stone, but did not stay on Jing Chen's body.

"In fact, we have the same purpose. Neither I nor you can do it, but now we can..." The Creator ignored Kesu's complaints at all and said bluntly.

"You mean..." Ke Su didn't go on, but his eyes fell on Jing Chen. It was a kind of indescribable look of Jing Chen, as if he was looking at something interesting. If Jing Chen could still move at this moment, he would definitely avoid this look at the first time. Unfortunately, Jing Chen is even small now. I can't move my fingers at all.

"Yes, this is our last chance!" The Creator said firmly.

"Haha... Genesis, good! Last chance! OK! OK! OK!" Kesu suddenly laughed, and under the impact of his laughter, there were horrible cracks in the surrounding space.