Chapter 324 The Death of the Evil God

"I can't measure myself!" Wu Yuan didn't look at it. He raised his right hand and waved it casually to meet Ye Shan's Beiming God Fist. With an arrogant attitude and arrogant behavior, Wu Yuan didn't pay attention to Ye Shan at all, which completely angered Ye Shan.

"Bad boy, you are looking for death. Beiming God Fist is my master's supreme skill. It has the power of shocking ghosts and gods. If you can take it at will, I will be at your mercy." Ye Shan roared angrily, increased her strength, and patted Wu Yuan as usual.

"Then you can take off your body and wait for your brother!" Wu Yuan sneered. As his voice fell, his palms touched each other and banged, causing a violent explosion. The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the sun and moon were lightless. In the explosion, a white palm emitted a crystal clear light and slapped on Ye Shan's body with invincible momentum.

Ah!

Ye Shan let out a miserable cry, and her body flew out backwards. Her blood sprayed wildly, and her breath plummeted down. She fell to the ground, rolled her eyes and fainted.

With one palm, only one palm solved Ye Shan. Wu Yuan's strength scared Mo Renjie. He opened his mouth round, his eyes stared into bull's eyes, and his face was full of incredible words, which was unacceptable for a while.

"You, you have reached the peak of return!" The Mo Renjie is shocking to the world. He hasn't seen him for three years. The young man in the divine realm has surpassed him and reached the peak of the realm of return. He is comparable to the Western Queen, and he is only one step away from entering the legendary immortal realm.

Oh, my God, this is terrible. How on earth does he practice? Mo Renjie suddenly felt like a dream. If it hadn't been for his own experience, he would never believe it. However, if the facts were in front of him, how could he not believe it?

Wu Yuan released a wisp of breath of returning to the peak of the situation, confirming Mo Renjie's idea. Under the strong momentum, Mo Renjie seemed to return to the moment of facing the blue phoenix after the West. He felt deeply powerless, unable to compete, and not fighting.

"The talents from generation to generation are worthy of being the son of the Eastern King, the descendant of the Southern Emperor, and the old man!" Mo Renjie's release is subordinate to Wu Yuan. In the face of absolute power, what can he do if he is not subdue?

Mo Renjie did not leave, but stayed in the Zhao family. He wanted to see how far Wu Yuan's road could go and whether he could break his fate and promote the legendary immortality.

Wu Yuan returned to the room, plunged into the game, and came to the Tianlong Mountains to help the blood-winged dragon refine the place where the dragon was born. The pure power of good and evil is as vast as the sky, containing the power to shake the dragon's birth. It only took ten minutes to help the blood-winged dragon refine the place where the dragon was born.

A stream of colorful light lit up from the blood-winged dragon. Its level has soared all the way to level 960. Its strength has soared. The data is close to 3 trillion. It has the peak strength of God. Looking at today's players, except for Wu Yuan, there is no player who can compete with the blood-winged dragon.

With a flash of white light, Wu Yuan returned to the nightmare headquarters and summoned his brothers and sisters to march into the holy continent.

The nightmare martial arts arena gathers millions of players, each of which is at least the other side of the eighth generation, of which 520 people are the unparalleled realm of the ninth generation. They are arranged in a neat and orderly manner, standing like a mountain, the halo flashing behind them, the colorful light is shining, the light is brilliant, and the fighting spirit is soaring to the sky.

Wu Yuan, Yun Meng, Dream Blue Sky, Lin Daqian and others stood on the high platform, with high spirits, and the nine-color aura behind them flashed. The unparalleled meaning rolled, and the murderous intention ran through the nine days.

"Brothers and sisters, raise the weapons in our hands, march into the holy continent, and raise the nightmare power!"

"The nightmare can't be violated. The Holy Kingdom has repeatedly invaded us. It's time to pay off our debts."

"The nightmare is invincible, unified and the ultimate!"

"Our spring is coming!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill it!"

Wu Yuan, Ziwei and others made a declaration of war. There was no need to be encouraged. The fighting spirit was surging, the sound of killing was shocking, and millions of troops were vast, killing the holy continent.

The evil saint has no chance to stand there, and there is a hot-blooded battlefield.

Where the nightmare million troops have passed, everything retreats. A day later, the army arrived at the junction of the evil mainland and the two boundary lines. Wu Yuan pulled out the shadow gun and handed it out with a shot. The divine power was unrivaled. With a click, he smashed the barriers of the two boundary lines and completely connected with the evil continent.

Millions of troops crossed the border like locusts, pouring into the evil city of the two lines, setting off a bloody storm. Everywhere, the bones fall to the ground, and anyone who blocks the footsteps of the army will not live.

"Which mouse has invaded my main field. If you don't reason, you can't leave alive." At this time, an arrogant and domineering voice of anger came through the air. A head with a jade crown and a God in a dragon robe came. The sin was all over the sky, the unparalleled meaning was terrible, and the power of God blocked Wu Yuan's footsteps.

The evil God, the master of the evil city, is also the lord of the two boundaries. His cultivation is unfathomable. He has reached the peak of God and is one of the strongest in the ultimate world, second only to the two heavenly kings, and is as famous as despair, rebirth and freezing.

The arrival of a million-strong army of nightmares has seriously disrupted the order of the City of Sin and provoked the majesty of the evil God. As a supreme master of God, how can he swallow his anger and not extinguish this group of guys who don't know the depth of heaven and earth, how to pour out the fire in his heart?

When God was angry, millions of troops turned into ashes. God was angry, and heaven and earth turned into nothingness, which shows the horror of God.

The evil God faced the nightmare of millions of troops alone. He didn't pay attention to it at all. He was murderous, and his powerful breath locked everyone, which made everyone breathless. The weak were even more unbearable. His health value fell down, and his life was on the line.

"Sinful God, we are really enemies. You are in a hurry to death, and I will fulfill you." Wu Yuan took a step forward, and the divine power burst out, dissolved the pressure of the evil God invisibly, which shocked him to keep retreating, spitting blood, and his vitality was greatly damaged.

"King of God, this is the power of the King of God!" The evil God was shocked. I haven't seen him for more than half a year. This guy actually has the power of the King of God. God, this is too much of a mainlander!

The evil God has an impulse to hit the wall. The strength of the other party is far beyond his imagination. It is no longer the former Wuxia Amon, but the supreme God King, who has thrown me to the edge of the sky and can't be compared at all.

"Well, it's time for you to end your walk here. From now on, the evil city will belong to the nightmare." Wu Yuan's firm tone was unquestionable. Before his voice fell, he had already taken action. A shot was stabbed out, penetrating time and space, and surpassing the road. The divine power swept all directions, surrounded by laws, and entangled the evil God. It was useless for him to resist. Under Wu Yuan's law, the evil God rose a sense of powerlessness, and the death crisis surged into his mind and lingered. He wanted to resist and escape, but he couldn't do it. He could only wait to die.

Ah!

The evil God made a miserable cry. He turned into thousands of light rain and shot in all directions. This is his idea. Once he escapes, he can regenerate. Unfortunately, he underestimated Wu Yuan's cultivation, which was not as simple as he thought.

"I want to escape!" Wu Yuan shouted, his arms shook, the nine-color halo flashed, and the colorful light was brilliant, shooting out a nine-color synthetic lightsaber, cutting through the void, transcending time, and chasing the light spot transformed by the evil God with invincible power. Wu Yuan came first and instantly caught up with the divine idea of the evil God and erased it.

"No, I am the evil God, the strongest in heaven and earth, and it is impossible to fall, no!" The roar of the evil God came from all directions, and the voice was full of unwillingness and resentment. A generation of God-level supreme masters, the evil God completely disappeared in the long river of history.

"Sin God, your time has passed. This era belongs to my evil holy king. All sentient beings in the city of sin listen. Your master, sin God has been killed by my evil holy king. From now on, you will belong to nightmares!" Wu Yuan rose and roared, and the sound spread to every corner of the Sin City. Any resident of the Sin City can hear it.

"All Nightmares...All Nightmares..."

At this moment, the City of Sin became a sensation. All sentient beings shocked the world. All four words of nightmares have been echoing in their minds. Even the evil God can be killed. It's terrible that the evil saint king has no fate. All sentient beings in the City of Sin are afraid from their hearts, and no one dares to rise up the power of resistance. They will always remember that the evil holy king has no chance to be an awesome man.

In a moment, Wu Yuan took Mei Niang into the tomb of God and came to the ancestor of the nine-tailed spirit fox. With the cultivation of the king of Wuyuan, Tianyuanzhu could also heal the nine-tailed spirit fox.

"Supreme repair!" Wu Yuan ran the power of the heart of good and evil, poured into the body of the ancestor of the spirit fox, and quickly repaired her injury. Soon, the injury of the ancestor of the spirit fox was healed, and his cultivation increased greatly. He reached the end of the ninth generation, and he was only one step away from becoming God.

"The great kindness of the young hero, my spirit fox has no teeth and is unforgettable, please accept me!" The ancestor of Linghu was grateful and bowed to Wu Yuan.

"The ancestor does not need to be polite. It's my responsibility to save you." Wu Yuan picked up the ancestor of the spirit fox. His mind moved and took the two women out of the divine tomb. His vast ability scared the ancestor of the nine foxes. His eyes were full of stars and he was deeply convinced.

The army has never stopped and is constantly moving towards the holy continent. The distance is getting closer and closer, and the war is imminent.

As Nightmare enters the Holy Land, the players of the Holy Kingdom are like ants burning their nests, anxious and worried.

"No, the evil saint king has no chance to lead a million troops to kill!"

"What should I do? What should I do? It is said that I have no chance to have the peak of God's combat power. Our Holy Kingdom can't find players who can compete with him."

"The peak of God is the fighting power of the King of God. The evil Lord is dead in his hands. What can we do to fight with them?"

"Mom, let's go, otherwise"

"Go, where can we go? Nightmare has unified the evil continent and the evil city. The next is the holy continent to complete the ultimate unification hegemony. We have no way out, and there is only one fight!"

"Brothers and sisters, don't panic. For the sake of our homeland, for our glory, and for the long life of the holy continent, we can only be afraid of sacrifice and fight back!"

"There is nothing terrible about nightmares. The evil saint is just a paper tiger. We are not afraid!"

"Swear to the death and defend your home!"

"Battle! War! War!"

The players of the Holy Kingdom recovered from chaos and tension. Encouraged by the Holy One Unparalleled, the Holy King, Phoenix and other ten bigwigs, the players put aside their fear, fought to the sky, were murderous, threw their heads and shed their blood, gathered five million troops, rushed to the junction of the Holy Continent and the two boundaries, blocked the passage, and waited for the nightmare. The army is coming.