Chapter 1712 Kill Again

This is a kind of provocation, but also a kind of contempt! A challenge from a descendant from the current world and many generations apart, the giant of hell smiled and came from a distance, but the murderous intention was a little heavy.

The black fog is filled, and the universe is trembling. A big blue claw cuts through the fog, and it gradually reveals its true face. Its ferocious and terrible appearance is frightening.

The Lord of Yanluo is ten feet high, and his whole body is blue, with a layer of fine scales. It is cold and bright. He has a human torso and a huge head. Even his face is covered with blue fine scales. He has long bloody hair on his head, and there are eight huge horns between the hairs. From the The horns are full, ferocious and horrible.

Behind it is a huge tail, ten feet long, with cold green scales, like crocodile tails, feet like elephant feet, thick and powerful, trampled on the void rumble, and as for the hands are a pair of blue dragon claws.

What kind of creature is this? Everyone was shocked and had never seen it. It was weird and horrible. It looked more creepy than the so-called wild beasts and fierce ethnic groups.

"This is the real bloodline of hell!" The old man who cut firewood was moved and couldn't help sighing.

Many people at the scene were at a loss. Only a few people knew what they were saying. They trembled when they heard the words, and they all couldn't help but retreat and couldn't help but be afraid.

"The creature born in the sea of extreme yin corpses is not a corpse, not a psychic ancient skeleton, but a real creature!" Someone said so.

At this point, all the strong people understand, all of them are cold, and know their origin. They have heard the legend in this regard, and they will change color now!

This is a congenital yin god, not an acquired corpse, but a natural birth, which is more horrible.

Not afraid of thunder and fire, not afraid of natural disasters, the conventional means of extermining corpses are ineffective for this creature. The most important thing is that they have the terrible growth, which is the natural underworld.

The natural yin gods that have appeared in ancient times can be counted, and each of them has become an invincible existence, and demons are against the sky. There is no destruction of holy power in the world.

This kind of evil spirit was born in endless corpses, and only the hell can have such a huge sea of corpses and tens of billions of piles of bones, and it is possible to give birth to a congenital yin god.

In the world of Yan Luo!

This temple owner has such a history. After everyone understands it thoroughly, it is very cold. This kind of thing itself represents reincarnation. You can directly send a person to life, and life will come to an end.

"Ha ha..." He smiled coldly and strode forward, shooting two strange lights in his eyes, but wherever the shadow swept by, the heavenly soldiers and heavens would turn into dead bones, and the flesh and blood essence disappeared.

Boom!

Ye Fan punched the past, and at the same time, two divine lights rushed out of Yuan Tianxian's pupil. The brilliance of the sun, the moon and the stars has been suppressed.

I have to say that his eyes are also unbelievable. It was created alone in this life, which is unprecedented, and has great lethal power to the Yin soldiers in hell.

The Lord of the Yanluo Hall could bear it, but the sea-like yin soldiers and yin generals in the rear fell in pieces, and one ancient skeleton after another were smashed under the power of holiness.

"Let me do it!"

The old man who cut firewood came forward and blocked Ye Fan's way. This Yan Luo was too horrible. As a congenital yin god, he reached the peak of the quasi-emperor's nine heavens. Who can suppress it in the world? It's him who fights for his life. If it hadn't been for the killer, it might have died.

With a bang, the firewood knife rushed to the sky, like a galaxy rolled upside down. This place was white, and the cold murderous atmosphere shook the vast starry sky. The old man who cut firewood took action against the world.

"What exists is illusory, and death is the real reappearance." The Lord of the Yanluo Hall said softly, calm and steady, and his hands slowly moved. The world suddenly broke open, and the sea of corpses and bones emerged, surrounding the universe.

Although the knife light of the wood-cutting old man is strong, it has been integrated into this world of death and has been melted. The gray yin qi is like bone powder flying, gloomy like a knife scraping bones.

One white bone after another stood up, devoured the knife and spirit, strengthened himself, and then walked forward. This is a country of death.

In the universe, every big star is transformed by a skeleton, with a strong breath of death, a dead Jedi, and a cold killing. Such a strange world has trapped a peerless master.

The wood-cutting old man showed a dignified look, and his eyes flowed, as if thousands of years had passed. His firewood knife slowly pushed forward, and a world was opening up on the blade. The primitive gods rushed out of the open new universe and raged in this world of death.

"Roar..." The roar shook the sea of dead bones.

The knife reached the top, opened up the heavens and the earth, evolved the sun, the moon and the stars, and reproduced a brand-new universe. The old man who cut firewood used this vitality to fight against the death kingdom of Yanluo.

"Boom!"

This is the ultimate confrontation. Both worlds have collapsed, the stars have exploded, and a great collapse has taken place here, and both of them have flown out.

The hanging galaxy became dust, and the endless skeleton stars were smashed. In the end, there were only two people left to confront each other.

"Let's go back!"

The Lord of Yanluo's words were calm, but it was very cold. His eyes were empty, and then he suddenly shot two gray beams of light, full of death, extremely strong, and constantly depriving the vitality of the starry sky.

In the distance, some people with slightly weaker cultivation directly turned into dead bones, dry flesh and blood, and became mummified corpses.

The gray death beam is built into a door, which is a place of reincarnation. It is necessary to take in the old man who cuts firewood, become the ashes of history, and end his life.

"Ding", "Ding"...

The old man who cut firewood waved his knife, and every time the firewood knife fell, it made a thunderous sound, and the thick yang emanated, branding one symbol after another in the void, guarding and suppressing the virtual sky.

Bang!

The reincarnation door exploded and failed to devour the old man who cut firewood, but both of them were also severely damaged in the expedition. They staggered back and were covered in blood.

Two peerless masters competed for power, shaking the universe!

On the other side, Ye Fan was not idle. He launched a kill, sweeping all directions without reservation, and his attack power was earth-shaking.

Yuantian Xiantong swept over, and all the yin spirits exploded and turned into powder. Ye Fan's eyes were burning like two torches, which was particularly amazing and eye-catching in this cold universe.

And a heavenly soldiers and horses are reciting the human scriptures. At this time, the effect is obvious. The runes are all over the sky, and the suppressed yin army screams like a black tide, and it is difficult to exert the fierce lethality.

Ye Fan killed a powerful war slave, a forerunner on the road of the emperor. He was shocked to death by the mother of all things, turned into a white bone mark, and sank into the wall of the tripod.

This battle made him feel the horror of hell. He was almost slightly injured, and there was more than one war slave like that!

With the accumulation of tens of millions of years, the hell never lacks the bones of the quasi-emperor. It is buried in the yin tomb and sacrificed for hundreds of thousands of years. Once the spirit is reshaped, it can reproduce the unrivaled divine power.

"Over there..."

The old man with yellow teeth shouted. He signaled Ye Fan to support another battlefield. The bearded quasi-emperor was covered in blood. When he fought with the sun and moon god, he was attacked and killed by the hell slaves. He was seriously damaged and obviously lost his support.

The sun and moon god will see Ye Fan coming, his eyes suddenly stared up, and his breath soared all over. The blood roared like the sea, floating on the head in a day, and the moon rotated behind the back. He is like a demon.

"I'll do it!"

Ye Fan replaced the beard. It is a secret technique in the Sun Fairy Sutra, which is used to fight against the other party's big sun god fist. It can really be said that the tip of the needle is against Mai Mang.

Cry!

The golden lightning dance spreads in all directions to the universe with this place as the center. It is not that people of this level have retreated long ago, otherwise there is no way to fight.

bo, bo...

The stars were split by golden lightning, and they all exploded, as if the flowers of the underworld were blooming in a gorgeous moment. Then it directly returned to bleakness and died forever.

"You killed Kuntian, how can it turn out to be cruel?" The sun and the moon will say tragically.

"Crape, don't you think it's childish to say this word in the decisive battle of life and death?" Ye Fan looked at him calmly.

"It's not that you are cruel, but that he is too cruel for him to die in the hands of the invincible general who was at the peak of the nine heavens of the ancient heavenly court. But he was killed by a six-fold posterity, and the result was unbearable!" The sun and the moon will smile desolately.

"He died unjustly. You will see whether it is worth dying in my hands or not!" Ye Fan glowed all over his body and exhausted his potential. He walked towards him. His huge blood disturbed the heavens and the world. The vision came out, and he surrounded him in the center. He was like the lower world of the Heavenly Emperor!

"If we are at the peak, if we are in the ancient times, what will you fight with us?" The sun and moon god roared, and his body soared. He had too much unwillingness to exert all his former combat power, and he felt helpless.

"If I had been born in ancient times, I wouldn't have you. If we were in the same realm, we wouldn't have to fight at all!" Ye Fan's response was very cold and ruthless, directly tore up the last conceit of the sun and moon god.

In fact, the sun and moon god will also know that the young man in front of him is too strong. If they really fight at the same level, they are destined to become the bones of the emperor's road.

He has seen two such people. It is a kind of sadness to be born in the same era, and no one can compete with them.

However, it is really difficult for him to accept this fact. The former ancient gods, the eight generals of the world, deterred the whole ancient era and left a great reputation in history, but will it end like this?!

has also been invincible in the world, and has also been brilliant. The whole world has crawled under their feet. They are the greatest heroes of that era!

But now it's going to end...

Their pride and dignity are written in ancient history and shine on the ages. I never thought that there would be such a day when a young master of later generations would end all their glory, let them died sadly and end everyone!

"Kill!"

The sun and moon god will explode, the blood will burn all over, the soul will soar, and the forehead will be cracked. He will die immediately after the war, regardless of the cost, and he will have a glorious battle, and he will not be defeated in humiliation.

The result is doomed, and there is no suspense.

In that vision, the fairy king sat, the golden sea of taboos was boiling, and a powerful figure stood, tearing the sun and moon god in half, blood splashed, and the figure bathed in blood, like a supreme demon lord.

"Everything about me is too ancient. I shouldn't have come to this world..."

The sun and moon god will be willing to die in the glorious battle of the ancient times. He would rather be killed by the gods of the ancient heavenly court than be killed by the young people who rise in later generations. RS