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When Ye Ling's terrifying power opened the defense of this curse, the collapse was already uncontrollable.

Thundered.

Like spring thunder, the terrible word exploded directly, and Ye Ling's figure was also directly lifted up and smashed to the ground.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a miserable voice remembered that there was a painful expression on the huge black face, as if the destruction of this sentence had also affected him.

Ye Ling got up, looked at the hideous and painful black giant face, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and smiled coldly.

Sprinkle three drops of blood and dare to pull the gods into hell, but not just a talk, but a kind of cause and effect.

There are strong people in the fairy world, even if they kill the incarnation, they can directly annihilate their true body through the incarnation, which can be called terrifying and terrifying, Ye Ling's words, this magical power, is almost the same.

In the Heavenly Realm, a golden immortal-level god roared wildly, and on the surface of his body, clusters of inextinguishable flames actually burned, burning his body frantically.

Boom, the black giant face collapsed and exploded, and at the moment when the black giant face exploded, Maharya's body was also shocked, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

looked sluggish, and the body floating in mid-air actually began to shake, and even stood unsteadily, about to fall.

The big boos he summoned all collapsed, and even with him, he was almost injured to death, of course, even if Ye Ling died, he had to die with him.

All the blood and vitality he was covered in were dedicated to the gods and demons, and he couldn't live at all.

With a pop, Mahariya fell directly to the ground, and his limbs moved slightly, obviously wanting to get up, but unfortunately, he couldn't move at all.

Under everyone's gaze, Ye Ling walked to Maharia's side, looking down at this old thing that had cracks on his cheeks.

"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and your end is also your own choice, so death is your final destination. ”

Ye Ling shook his head, the primordial sword fetus in his hand suddenly penetrated, and Maharia's chest was directly penetrated, and his eyes widened, looking at the cold Dongfang guy.

In his eyes, a trace of memory slowly appeared, which was a kind of longing and a kind of nostalgia.

He rose from a teenager all the way to become one of the three major gods in the West, and along the way, his years can almost be cast into a vast history book.

During the years of the god, his vitality and qi and blood gradually decayed, and eventually, he became a crippled god, and his lifespan would be shortened every time he used the divine power in his body.

Until a few months ago, Ye Ling killed on the Mountain of the Gods, and he could only make a move, directly hitting the Immortal Exterminator in Ye Ling's body.

If he is at fault, then it is the fault of the camp, is he at fault, what is his fault in order to maintain the temple of the gods, what is his fault in killing the offender!

In the world of cultivators, there is no right or wrong, strength determines everything, and this world is more unfair, pale, and realistic than the world.

"Am I at fault?"

Mahariya's mouth grew up, and his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear it, this sentence was not said to Ye Ling, but his own torture of himself.

Ye Ling, who was standing in front of him, shook his head: "You are not wrong, it is this world that is wrong." ”

After speaking, Ye Ling turned around and left, and Mahariya felt that a ray of light shrouded him, and his soul completely collapsed under the shroud of this light.

Mahariya died, the only deity in the Temple of the Gods died, and the Master of the Temple of the Gods felt that his worldview had completely collapsed.

This battle, but the conspiracy that has been brewing for a long time, the crippled immortals of Xuantian Palace, the palace master of Xuantian Palace, and the two strongest fighting powers, were all killed by him.

But now, just because of the appearance of one man, the Temple of the Gods has come to the edge of the precipice.

"Why! Why do you want to help Xuantian Palace!"

The hall master of the Temple of the Gods said three whys in a row, Ye Ling looked around, Yuan couldn't wait for others to dare to look directly at his gaze, and even his neck shrank again and again.

"For I swore to wash the mountain of the gods with blood, so that the dead god would attack my finger. ”

"You know, that finger almost wiped out all my hopes, and it's a miracle that I'm standing here now. ”

"Do you think I can ignore the vengeance, or do you think I should have such a big belly to ignore?"

Ye Ling said slowly, his palm gently wiped the blood on the primordial sword fetus, and his eyes became even more awe-inspiring.

"Okay, then let me ask you, why didn't you get angry in Xuantian Palace, why!"

The hall masters of the temple of the gods are about to collapse, you are especially targeting people, right, is it because you are all the forces of Huaxia, so you let go of the forces that once wanted to kill you?

"The master of Xuantian Palace is dead, if I destroy Xuantian Palace, it will be equivalent to talking about the foundation that my nation has accumulated for thousands of years, do you think I will?"

"Those who enter my Huaxia will be killed. ”

"Those who step on my territory will not be left behind!"

Ye Ling said slowly, the primordial sword fetus in his hand slashed wildly, and the hall master of the Temple of Gods seemed to see the most brilliant and last sword light in the world.

The moment the sword light passed under his neck, the hall master of the Temple of the Gods felt that his life was taken away by the scythe of death at this moment, leaving no trace.

Poof, his body fell directly to the ground, Ye Ling's eyes were shocked, and the terrifying body in mid-air, Xiao Hei, who exuded a dark luster, roared completely.

Bang, the dragon is vast, the dragon claws are angry, breaking the shackles of space, and directly shattering a hundred strong people.

Yuan couldn't wait for anyone to see this, and they all joined the battlefield in an instant, and the battlefield that had just stopped for less than a few minutes became a hell of a nose again.

The corpses and bones are extremely tragic, but Ye Ling's eyes have never changed from beginning to end, if you are not cruel, then what awaits you will be the cruelty of others!

In the sky, thunder appeared again, and a violent storm followed, and the rain washed over the earth, and the terrible scarlet blood was constantly impacted by the rain.

The brutal killing was still going on frantically, Xiao Hei stopped, and only the frantic battle between the Temple of the Gods and the Xuantian Palace remained.

This time, neither of the two forces will have any good results.

The Temple of the Gods is definitely the result of destruction, and no one can change the ending if they come.

As for the Xuantian Palace, the two powerhouses died, the crippled immortals died, and more than half of the underlying deaths and injuries were almost on the verge of collapse.

Half an hour later, only the powerhouses of Xuantian Palace were left on the battlefield, all covered in blood, letting the rain hit their faces, as if the rain could make them sober up. (To be continued.) )