Zuer's voice sounded in the ears of Prophet and Jin Qu at this time, "Blue Dragon King Di Liwei Fei and Yellow Dragon King Tu Nan Tule. ”

Xianjue nodded again and again, and Jin Qu stared at the moving lines of the Blue Dragon King Di Liwei Fei wrapped under the armor with great presumptuousness, and his eyes always hovered over his chest and hips.

Just as Jin Qu was swallowing his saliva, a huge bull's paw pressed his head and slammed his head to the side.

The voice of Xianjue gritting his teeth sounded in Jin Qu's ears, "Don't you want to die?"

Jin Qu shuddered, remembering Di Lifei's murderous name, and laughed and didn't dare to speak.

The guardian dragons have a close relationship with each other, and they are also friends who have been together for countless years, and it is harmless to complain to each other, but the rest of the sages dare not say more. Fortunately, the demons that appeared now could not pose a threat to the high sages, and the eight sages present were enough to suppress the demon core, and it didn't matter if Nefer Ritch came or not.

The eight saints showed their magical powers, and suddenly they came from the top of the peak to the plain not far away.

In the middle of the plain, there is a huge statue, this statue has the brilliance of divinity, the figure is straight, and the appearance is between men and women, as if it has both the masculinity of men and the softness of women.

The eight sages were all stunned for the first time when they saw this thing, and their keen senses all caught a trace of unusual aura from this statue.

Medion's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he exclaimed, "Really...... The breath of the true gods?"

"Is this a true god?" Zur muttered in a low voice.

The four guardian dragons present trembled slightly, as helpless and frightened as rabbits in front of the giant tiger. There was an inseparable subordinate relationship between the guardian dragon and the gods, so although they didn't know the true god statue in front of them, the pure divine brilliance on it still made them feel fear in their bones.

Outside the scene, Shen Yuan took a deep breath, and his spirit was concentrated like never before.

This statue of the true god was the one he had ever seen on Earth. At that time, he had just been pulled back to Earth from the body of the Prophet and returned to Shen Yuan's body, and the place that caught his eye was the Great Array of Ten Thousand Souls Blood Sacrifice and the True God Statue as the eye of the array.

Neferridge should have used the divine power on this true god statue to summon the endless and distant souls back.

This scene was chaotic before, but there had never been anything that belonged to the earth, this true god statue was the first thing, and Shen Yuan always felt that this seemed to indicate something.

"What about the Demon Core?" asked Tyrelth in a trembling voice. He was originally the eldest brother among the guardian dragons, but he was usually calm, but now he is difficult to control himself.

Medion took a deep breath, "They made the True God Idol a demon core. ”

"What?" everyone was shocked.

"What then?" Di Lifei couldn't help but ask.

"What else can we do, we are here to destroy the Demon Core. Smash it. Zur said flatly.

Tunanthulle's throat rolled and he muttered, "This...... It's blasphemous......"

"Sober up!" Zur scolded sharply, "It's not blasphemy, they are!

At this moment, a low sneer floated up from the True God Statue and poured into everyone's ears.

"Huh...... Isn't that a little whimsical?"

This voice was like a ghost cry floating out of the Nine Demon Domains, carrying boundless killing intent and coldness, piercing straight into the sea of prescient awareness. His eyes went black, and he almost fainted.

Zur raised his hand to the forehead of the prophet, and the blue light flashed, dispelling the gloom in his sea of consciousness.

Xianjue turned his head to see that the golden song next to him was even more unbearable, not only did he pass out a long time ago, but even the seven orifices were bleeding, staining the fur on his head and face red. If Zuer hadn't stopped it in time, Jin Qu might have been drunk by this sentence.

"Who is it?" Medion's face was solemn, and the lines of the magic array faintly flashed on his body.

"My name, killing. The Third General of the Demon Realm!"

As these words rolled and echoed across the plains, a pitch-black demon shadow flashed from afar with purple clouds in the sky, and in a few ups and downs, it came to the eight sages.

This person was covered in heavy armor, carrying a heavy sword of dark iron, and his face was hidden behind a heavy helmet, and only a pair of ice-blue frosty eyes were clearly visible, which was breathtaking.

Outside the scene, Shen Yuan gasped, "Sand Tribulation, Third General of the Demon Realm?" He quickly recorded this information in the blue light, and his face became more and more solemn.

There was no more superfluous verbal exchange, and the battle of the Sages broke out.

Prophet and Jin Song were sent dozens of zhang away by the wind elemental - this was by no means a safe distance, but Zur could only do this in a hurry.

With the howls of thousands of souls, the Xuantie World Slayer Sword slashed towards the eight sages in front of him.

Space shattered, the sky dimmed, and the earthquake trembled, and it seemed that the whole world had come to an end under this sword.

The eight Sages' eyes widened in disbelief.

In their eyes, the Darkiron World Slayer Sword seemed to be a demon claw poking out of the endless abyss, wanting to take away all their lives and souls.

The howls of thousands of souls resounded directly in their sea of consciousness, cold to their hearts, almost freezing their souls, and even with them, pieces of ice flowers appeared on their bodies, and their movements became stiff and sluggish.

This sword was actually going to kill eight saints at the same time!

What a monstrous ferocity!

At this moment, the gap between the saints can be seen.

The Light Ranger's face turned pale, and he almost froze in place, ready to be killed.

The fire on Zuer's body was bursting with fire, thunder and lightning were rushing, and he tried his best to dispel the sword intent of the frozen soul, and the speed of the condensation of the sacrificial technique in his hand was greatly slowed down.

The life around the Great Druid Mafario withered, and the death intent extinguished by the sword of killing and robbery was overcome, and the combat power was folded in half out of thin air.

Although the four guardian dragons were frightened by the divine light on the true god statue, under the weight of this sword, they all came to their senses, and the dragon power on their bodies was permeated, and they each met the attack.

Only Medion was not affected in the slightest, the magic light on his body flickered, and he was in one place with the killing and robbery!

The moment the two came into contact, Medion fell into an absolute disadvantage. All the magic was as fragile and fragile as glass in front of the blade of the Darkiron World Slayer Sword, and even the elements between heaven and earth were affected by the death intent on the body of the Killing Robbery, and they withered one after another, and the elements that could supply the drive of Medion became thinner and thinner!

The four guardian dragons arrived one after another, sharing most of the pressure for Medion, so that the strongest sage would not be killed on the spot by the three swords.

"False gods?" exclaimed Medion. Whether it is Maidion or the four guardian dragons, they are all at the peak level of the Holy Realm, even if Zuer and the others have not reached this height, they are also experienced saints, how can it be that the eight of them joined forces and were still pressed like this.

The only explanation is that the realm of killing and robbery surpasses all of them.

It couldn't be a true god, otherwise under the first scolding of the killing, all eight of their saints would have turned into ashes.