Boom –

The golden load-bearing pillar in front of Tang Haoyu was smashed to one side, he looked up at the scattered golden fragments, Chu Ziyang slowly got up, not standing up by himself, but leaning forward with the support of those breaths, just like a few pairs of spider tentacles growing behind his back.

Chu Ziyang held the prince knife with both hands, this time under the impact, the golden light of the prince knife blade diluted a little, but just for a moment, those golden lights recovered, Chu Ziyang did not attack immediately, he looked ahead, in the dust, the faint yellow aura gradually became clear.

The hill of the Dead Hole floated out of it, and with it was not only the dark yellow, but also the dark purple, the purple that burned like a flame, and this dark purple waved lightly in the dust, and all the dust left it.

Tang Haoyu was stunned, just in the claws of the Dead Hole Hill, a sickle condensed from the dark purple breath exuded a brutal aura, and there was a pair of eyes in the dark purple, the eyeballs were looking around, not in the same direction, Tang Haoyu swallowed his saliva tremblingly, and swallowed it into his stomach with the dust in his throat.

Chu Ziyang swung the prince knife horizontally, just now he was knocked away by this sickle, and he also waved it lightly, but he definitely didn't see the attack trajectory of the sickle with that swing, he just held the prince knife horizontally in front of his chest, and suddenly felt a momentum in his chest, just like an ordinary person standing in front of a tank gun, his whole person was thrown out, if it wasn't for the golden light protecting his body, I'm afraid that his entire body would be shattered by this blow.

"Not enough, not enough, but also to improve!"

The voice of the Dead Hole Hill approached from all around, and the sound was full of dissatisfaction, both reminding Chu Ziyang and stimulating Chu Ziyang.

Chu Ziyang was still expressionless, but the aura around his body had obviously changed, these breaths were even stronger, and they swayed up along Chu Ziyang's body, and the golden aura that danced freely suddenly stiffened, and they pointed straight at the hill of the Dead Hole, as if they had been forcibly ordered by Chu Ziyang, and the prince's knife continued to make a metallic humming sound.

Without the stimulation of the Dead Hole Hill, Chu Ziyang also knew that the current strength was not enough to defeat the Dead Hole Hill, if the strength of the Dead Hole Hill was 10, he was now at most between 6 and 7, and if the final suppression was cut, it must be up to 8.

After all, the man in front of him is a god.

He was just dragging the time, until Lumesh came in, but now it seems that he can't hold on to that time, now he can feel the contract realm of the Grave Hill and the contract realm of Lumeish, I don't know if it's his illusion or what, Lumesh doesn't seem to have the intention of entering here at all, Lumesh's contract realm has not risen since the beginning, and has been fluctuating up and down at a level.

Is it because he already knows that his younger brother Asura is dead?

Tang Haoyu watched Chu Ziyang and the Dead Hole Hill confronting each other, he didn't mean to attack immediately, every time he looked at Chu Ziyang, his heart was like being pinched by a hand, and his body kept urging him to put down his eldest sister and rush out, but his consciousness told him that it would only be in vain to rush out.

With such a big difference in strength, Tang Haoyu knew that Chu Ziyang had achieved the extreme, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that if he didn't hold on to Lu Meishi's arrival, Chu Ziyang would be defeated by the Dead Hole Hill, he could feel what kind of pain Chu Ziyang would face after this power dissipated, under this kind of power, the more Chu Ziyang showed no pain, the more he was accumulating pain, and what to do at that time Tang Haoyu couldn't think of it.

He looked at the Dead Hole Hill again, now he only felt that that delicate face was really ugly, it was full of interest and satisfaction, it was completely playing Chu Ziyang, he really wanted to rush up and leave his fist marks on the face of the Dead Hole Hill.

Seeing Chu Ziyang's changes, the hill of the dead hole raised the corners of his mouth again, the golden aura flowing in Chu Ziyang's body became more lush, and the visible flow speed was also faster, Chu Ziyang has been suppressing these breaths to the tips of his toes, so that he would not lose control, and at the same time, the hills of the dead holes also knew that the tips of his toes were Chu Ziyang's flaws.

Although Chu Ziyang tried very hard to cover his toes with his breath, he really couldn't see anything on the outside, but in the face of absolute power, he could see his flaws at a glance.

The Dead Hole Hill has always had the power to control himself, he needs to test the strength of Chu Ziyang's body, if he accidentally hurts Chu Ziyang's toes, it will be useless, he wants to know how far the body can exert this power.

If the result satisfies him, today he will not take away the eldest sister guarded by Tang Haoyu, but Chu Ziyang, compared to this power, Song Yunxi is not worth mentioning, as long as he masters this power, at that time, there will be nothing that can stop him, the main god can't do it, not to mention the rivals Idoris and Christa.

Thinking of this, the hill of the Dead Hole suddenly hid his face and laughed, this laughter was evil and hideous, terrifying, and echoed throughout the space.

Tang Haoyu gritted his teeth and looked at the appearance of the hill of the hole at this time, the dust was pounding in his stomach, he almost vomited, this time he knew why the hill of the hill had been shut up and spoken, because he had no cheeks, and the face that seemed to be together was actually two skins connected together, under the mask, the two skins were separated, there was nothing inside, no teeth, no tongue, and it was pitch black.

"Come on, don't stop, let me enjoy this power, better...... Best...... It's better to beat me to death with it...... Hahaha......" The Dead Hole Hill suddenly put down his face and roared at Chu Ziyang, his hideous face was weird like a monster.

Tang Haoyu only felt that the whole person was killed by the changes in the hill of the hole, I am afraid that this is the true face of the hill of the hill.

The psychology in the human world is distorted, the hill of the hole is a seriously ill patient, he holds the sickle high, Zheng Zheng pointed at Chu Ziyang, the pair of eyes emitted a stunned red light, and his eyes stared at Chu Ziyang in unison, the faint yellow breath flowed out of the palm of the hill of the cave, and it fell to the ground with a boiling sound, and there were bubbles on it, which is the breath, it is a swamp at all.

The pact aura of the hill spreads out in all directions, and everything in its path is corroded.

Tang Haoyu watched the bubbling breath flowing towards him, he just wanted to pick up the eldest sister and stay away from here, a golden light flickered in front of his eyes, and a rift was split out in front of him a few meters away, and the breath of the Dead Hill flowed into the rift.

He turned his head to look at Chu Ziyang, but before he saw Chu Ziyang's figure, Chu Ziyang had already disappeared in place, and before he could look at the hill of the mourning hole, the piercing sound of fighting hit his eardrum again, and the stimulation was far stronger than before, so that he had to bury his head in the eldest sister's chest, and he covered the eldest sister's ears tightly with his hands, afraid that these sounds would cause harm to the eldest sister's body.

I don't know if people can hear these stimulus sounds outside when they are unconscious.

The golden aura cooperated with the prince's knife to hit the hill of the coffin, the intersection of gold and purple, constantly leaving scars on the other party's body, and then recovered almost at the same time in an instant, the hill of the coffin held the sickle in both hands, and danced a beautiful waltz dance in the air, looking excited and enjoying.

In the face of Chu Ziyang's attack, the Dead Hole Hill was still retreating and defending, Chu Ziyang's attack was tight and seamless, and his defense was also flawless, on the surface, it seemed that he was defending according to Chu Ziyang's attack, but in fact, every attack of Chu Ziyang was because the defense of the Dead Hole Hill was too tight, so that Chu Ziyang had to follow the footsteps of the Dead Hole Hill.

The attacks that were dissolved by the Dead Hole Hill were scattered on the surrounding buildings, there were not many buildings left in the entire station, the elevator connecting the upper floors had been broken, and the original huge gravel was shattered again under Chu Ziyang's attack, and the overturned train was divided by the blade of the Prince Knife, if it weren't for those golden pillars of light, this layer would definitely collapse.

There is not much time left, despite the Lumesh barrier, it will not be long before the first train will be in operation, and even if the weather is bad outside, there are still some workers who have to go to work, and if they find out that there is a heresy in the subway station by then, it will attract more humans.

At that time, the barrier set by Lumesh was meaningless.

"Not enough! Not enough! Still need to improve! Improve! No matter what he loses control or not, power and power are absolute, nothing can be more exciting. The hill of the Dead cried out in high spirits, and the cheekless cheeks were closed one by one, and he couldn't imagine that such a sound could come from such a mouth.

Tang Haoyu couldn't see their figures, but he could hear the disgusting sound of the Dead Hole Hill, a drop of blood dripped on the eldest sister's clothes, Tang Haoyu blinked his eyes and immediately wiped his nose with his sleeve, and an incoherent line of blood was drawn on the sleeve covered with a layer of dust, he immediately lay down and raised his head, his hand still covered the eldest sister's ear, but it was not so tight, his body suddenly became weak, and his eyes began to focus.

You could feel the blood running from the tip of your nose, and a stream of heat slid through the sides of your neck, and it was cold again when it reached your shoulder.

In the incomplete wall, Tang Haoyu could only see the alternation of light and shadow, with dust everywhere, he wanted to stand up but had no strength, and if he lay down like this, he really couldn't get up.

To satisfy the desire of the hill of the dead hole, the golden breath swelled in Chu Ziyang's body, and under the circuit, the breath overflowed from the prince's knife, and the metal humming sound became more and more frequent, and the prince's knife couldn't stand the devouring of the golden breath, and there were more cracks on the knife's body, as if it was about to be broken.

This golden aura and blue aura are not connected, and the two forces that are absolutely different, one is resisting, and the other is occupying.

Under Chu Ziyang's enhanced strength, the blue aura that escaped in the golden aura became even lighter, and if there was none, no one knew what kind of world Chu Ziyang saw in the dark golden pupils, and whether it could be called a world.

The hill of the Dead Hole was particularly excited, and the golden aura in Chu Ziyang's body spread to the depths again, Chu Ziyang had now fallen into the abyss, but he was caught by the branches in the air halfway through.

When the branches are broken, this power will reach the extreme, and at that time, Chu Ziyang will truly forget the world and completely lose control.