Chapter 119 Nirvana

The God of War has always been one of the strongest people in the world, enjoying the respect of these billions of creatures, the most noble body and blood. But sadly, there will always be an old day when the divine body and war blood, and all the gods of war will face it.

In spite of this, the God of War is still the strongest between heaven and earth. Immortals and demons, all strange ways have to shrink in front of him. No power dares to fight with him in the heyday of the God of War, and the burning blood is enough to burn some enemies. The drought, which was completely unresisted, lay alone in the tomb, and lost his life before the power of the lord of the underworld came.

Jinyang fixedly looked at the drought in front of him, the legendary god of disaster, countless eras were spreading their legends, and the fierce legendary characters lay down in front of Jinyang in this way.

"Or did it fail?" The voice of the lord of the Pluto came again and fell in Jinyang's ears like thunder. The suzerain who could not compete with it, and his voice was full of regret.

came through the heavy space, and even stared at Jinyang through the divine consciousness of Chen Guozhen's artifact, as if he were looking at him. Looking at everything in front of him, Jin Yang's expression remained motionless, and his heart was even more empty and unwaver.

Looking at the drought lying on the ground, the real body is revealed at this moment, and it is no longer a luxurious image of a corpse. Proud body, all fairies will be overdone, slender legs, proud peaks, people dare not look directly.

The golden blood gradually lost its luster and turned black. It was shocking in Jinyang's eyes.

"Is the saint of the underworld really so difficult to conceive?" Jinyang slowly opened his mouth, and what he wanted to ask more was what the "Saint of the Underworld" was for. In Jin Yang's experience, the "Saint of the Underworld" was not as powerful as the suzerain. There was a huge secret that made the six generations of the patriarch of the Pluto struggle to train her.

The gentle silence of the gods around Jinyang did not answer Jinyang's question. Instead, he kept looking at the dead drought, as if he were worried.

"The day when you can hold it tightly is the day you know the ultimate secret!" The ethereal consciousness suddenly fluctuated and disappeared without a trace.

For a long time.

Jin Yang stared at the sword of the suzerain in his hand, the symbol of the reserve suzerain of the Pluto. The ancient war marks and the missing blade make people fantasize. In the ancient times, the god holding this sword, as soon as his combat power to suppress everything, will smash the sword and must meet the most powerful enemy in his life.

"Kill...not kill me!"

Jin Yang, who was silent in the fantasy of the sword, was shocked and looked at the dry body in front of him. The dry black war blood disappeared without a trace, and the dry breath of life rose again. Jin Yang looked at the dry body with unstable breath and no divine power, and his nervous heart was about to explode.

"Can't die?" Jinyang burst into a sharp sword in his hand and cut off the body of the drought.

Ceng......

The blade trembled, and Jin Yang's arm was numb and lost consciousness.

"You want to kill me too!" The drought that slowly stood up was full of momentum, like ordinary people, and the body of the God of War was so strong that it made people desperate. The body of the rotten God of War, the eternal power hit Jin Yang, setting off bursts of blood flowers. Jin Yang, with bursting eyes, held the suzerain's sword and did not dare to let go.

The divine body is still so magnificent that the dead and resurrected drought will fall to Jinyang.

"If you can't kill it, is it possible to suppress it?"

A fierce shout came, and the waiting figure stood beside Jinyang. The powerful mana is enough to have a Yuanhui. The 120,000 years of mana is brilliant, and the huge mana can suppress a small world.

"You deserve it!" The figure of the drought is violent and moving, and between the fist swings, layers of space are broken, suppressing and killing everything.

The fists that were waved were fearless, and his body moved, and a little star surged. The coffin cast in blue and red copper lay in front of him.

The bombardment continues, and the green red copper that can cast psychic fairy treasures rotates in the hands of the waiting and swings freely.

"You don't think there is anything!" The dry spirit, who was set in place with a disordered breath, suddenly smiled. Jin Yang suddenly turned his head to the drought, and his heart moved and thought of those bright eyes.

"There are still people in the green coffin!" Jin Yang suddenly shouted and looked at the extreme tension in the prevention of Linghou.

At the moment when Jin Yangjing warned, the coffin cover facing the waiting suddenly opened, and the cold air rose to the sky. The thick mausoleum could not be isolated, and the wind and clouds changed for a while.

The rainbow emperor above the high sky controls the artifact of Zhenyun color, and the vibration of the air condensed for thousands of years is impacted by the power in the dark. The rainbow emperor, with a floating figure, disappeared between waves and fell into the torrent of void manifestation, and did not dare to neglect at all. But his eyes looked at the mausoleum.

"Tear..."

The thick armor is like paper, torn apart in a pair of small hands. Bai Yu's small hand inserted into the body of the guard. The coffin always pulled out a small hand.

Jinyang, who was not in a hurry, was full of blood, and the blood of war gushed out. There was a trace of darkness in his bright red blood, which was condensed to the extreme. Every trace of it had great power to kill a fairy.

"You!" Jin Yang was stunned and looked dull. Looking at the collapse, the sword in his hand pointed directly at the drought and the coffin side by side. The pure to extreme underworld, slowly flowing out of the abyss-like coffin.

A pair of exquisite jade hands, exquisite and small, slowly stretched out the coffin, and the coffin made of red copper can also hide her deep abyss-like breath.

The majestic body of the drought is in front of Jinyang, guarding against the attack of all forces. Jin Yang, who held the sword and was ready to move, took a deep breath and moved, trying to give her a blow.

Jinyang has seen clearly that there must be some suppression to kill the owner of the body in an instant, otherwise there is no need to sneak attack, and even with the help of drought. Originally, in order to prevent Linghou's cultivation, no matter what could kill his body in an instant, now it is good. Infinite ghosts erupted in its body, and there is no breath of life.

The yuan god of the ten thousand-year-old immortal can only disappear in an instant, and others have no chance to capture him.

"Hmm! The ants of Mingzong also want to interrupt my nirvana!" The drought's body shook, and Jinyang was knocked out dozens of feet away with a wave of his hand. The flying Jinyang fell to the ground like a rag doll.

The little man in the coffin came out with a smile and crawled slowly on the green coffin, like a saint in the underworld. There was endless killing in the holiness, and the cold breath made people cold all over the body.

"Saint of the Underworld?" Jin Yang's trembling body silently looked at the little girl crawling on the spacious and heavy coffin. Immersed in Xirui, the drought was awakened by Jinyang's question and turned to look at Jinyang. His arrogant body and beautiful face are fascinating.

"The God of War will eventually die one day. Only the supreme ancestor god who exceeds the limit of the God of war can have a long life. Today is the starting point of my road to surpass the God of War." Drought looked at Jin Yang and looked at the suzerain sword in his hand.

"The power of the underworld is for me, and the power of luxury than the corpse is also condensing. Lord of the Pluto, I will kill him with my own hands!" The drought muttered to himself and looked at the little girl crawling on the coffin, looking extremely crazy.

"It's really a saint of the underworld!" Jinyang stared at the "Saint of the Underworld" on the coffin and raised doubts. The Lord of the Underworld was so powerful that he had done so many things under his eyes, but he didn't notice it?

The smiling "Saint of the Underworld" is like a newborn child, falling on the body of the drought, united in front of Jinyang's eyes, and the passage in the underworld connects the two bodies.

Jinyang's "Plude Immortal Kung" shook sharply, as if he had encountered something terrible. The dry and unstable breath of life stabilized again, and the green and red copper coffin suddenly shook. The drought flew up, and an inexplicable breath flowed around, which made people dare not look directly, like a fierce beast crawling out of the underworld.

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