Nie Chen felt a familiar aura from the gaze of the Ming Light God, and the spiritual power of the Sixth Rank Cultivator suddenly burst out!

The Bright Light God seemed to have expected that a dark black spiritual power barrier suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking Nie Chen's spiritual power attack.

"You're a Dark Devil!"

In the clash of spiritual power just now, although Nie Chen's offensive did not work, he could already clearly sense the breath of the other party. This aura definitely belongs to the dark devil, but it is extremely powerful!

Mingguang God heard Nie Chen's words, the corners of his mouth flashed a trace of hideousness, and he said leisurely: "Jiji, I didn't expect you to still recognize the breath of this demon." ”

"Are all the martial artists in the Falling God Domain who have reached the peak of the Yuanhuang Nine Rank killed by you?" Nie Chen seemed to gradually understand something.

"You're not stupid!" The Mingguang God smiled even more wildly, looking at Nie Chen's gaze with a bit of pride.

"So the assessment of the Divine Sect is a lie, those martial artists who have reached the peak of the Nine Grades of the Yuan Emperor have been sent to you by Lan Changchun and have become your soul sacrifices?!"

Nie Chen finally understood where those martial artists at the peak of the Yuan Emperor's Nine Grades had gone, and finally knew why he had to dedicate his soul to join this so-called Sect of Separation from the Gods, it should be this Mingguang God who was playing ghosts.

Mingguang looked at Nie Chen with interest, and now Nie Chen had become his bag.

As early as after Lan Changchun and the others reported Nie Chen's affairs to him, he was plotting to devour Nie Chen's soul.

Mingguang God raised his right hand and stretched out a huge finger to Nie Chen: "A twenty-year-old human can refine the ammunition of a divine product so easily, and your spiritual power is very interesting to this demon. ”

Hearing Mingguang God's words, Nie Chen asked, "I just want to ask you one question, do the people who have left the Divine Sect know the truth of the matter?" ”

"Hehe, how can those ant-like warriors deserve to know about this demon's plan, only Lan Changchun and the five of them are qualified to know."

Nie Chen took a step forward and said, "Why do you want to devour the souls of the martial artists of the Fallen God Domain?" ”

"Hahahaha"

Mingguang God let out a burst of arrogant laughter: "Knowingly, if you don't devour their souls, when will this seat get rid of the seal and leave here?!" ”

"So, the one who really wants to leave the Falling God Domain is you!"

Nie Chen pointed to the giant-like Bright Light God in front of him and said angrily.

"Hmph, of course it's me."

Mingguangshen suddenly looked up at the dim sky: "It's been 30,000 years, and this demon is finally about to see the light of day!" ”

"If I can get out, I will definitely not let Lan Changchun and them go!" Nie Chen gritted his teeth and said.

For 30,000 years, I don't know how many warriors' souls in the Falling God Domain have been devoured by this black demon, but Lan Changchun, as human beings, actually helped to abuse them, and sent the peak martial artists of the Yuanhuang Nine Rank here one by one, becoming the tribute of the Mingguang God, they deserve to die!

"Hmph, human beings, are just a bunch of ants who are greedy for life and afraid of death, this seat will let them obey me with a little trick, or care about yourself first, Nie Chen."

As he spoke, Mingguang God's dark eyes suddenly flashed with a light, and there was coldness and cruelty in that light: "Ah~~~~ You have advanced to the Yuanzun realm, and you also have the soul of the six-grade creator, it is really a rare tribute, and when this seat swallows you, maybe you can recover to your peak state and escape from this damn place, you can do it!" ”

"Then you have to ask me if I agree!"

At this moment, a young man's voice suddenly sounded behind Nie Chen, Nie Chen turned his head and immediately exclaimed:

"Extraordinary!"

Bufan looked at Nie Chen with a smile, nodded, and then walked step by step towards the giant-like Mingguang God in mid-air, with each step, Bufan's body slowly changed, and when he walked to Nie Chen's side, he had already become a middle-aged man around forty years old.

This middle-aged man, with white hair like frost and snow, looks like the current in the sky, his eyes seem to have seen through this world, only a wave of palacity and distance, it is Gu Haoxuan, the founding patriarch of the Martial God Temple!

"You, who are?!"

The bright light god looked at Gu Han Haoxuan, his body couldn't help but tremble, and the expression on his face became panicked.

Gu Haoxuan glanced at Nie Chen, who was extremely shocked beside him, smiled at him, said hello, and then turned his head to look at Mingguang Shendao: "It is worthy of being the Mingguang Demon Envoy under the Black Devil Supreme Seat, for so many years, I can't imagine that you have been here to cultivate obscurity!" ”

"Bright Light Demon Envoy?"

Nie Chen couldn't help but exclaim.

Gu Cang's voice came from Nie Chen's mind: "There are two major demon envoys under the Dark Demon Supreme, one is called Shadow and the other is called Mingguang, the Shadow Demon Envoy was killed by the Holy King in the Great War of Righteous Demons 30,000 years ago, but the Bright Light Demon Envoy is missing, it turns out that he was sealed here. ”

At this time, the middle-aged man in white looked at the Mingguang Demon Envoy and said leisurely: "Do you remember Gu Zhantian?" I am his son. ”

The Bright Light Demon Envoy's body shook when he heard this name, and then said in a gloomy voice: "By the way, no wonder this demon feels that the breath on your body is a little familiar, it turns out that you are his descendant!" ”

"Hmph, back then, Gu Zhantian didn't hesitate to give away his life to seal this demon here, I didn't expect that his descendants would come to trouble this demon again today, do you think it's up to you to do what you can do with this demon?!"

Gu Haoxuan didn't speak, but there was an extremely terrifying aura rising wildly on his body!

And after feeling Gu Haoxuan's momentum, the Dark Demon Envoy did not panic just now, but said with a sinister smile: "I can't do it!" ”

At this moment, Gu Haoxuan suddenly walked towards Nie Chen, the powerful Yuan Force fluctuated, forming a terrifying vortex around him, Gu Haoxuan stretched out a hand towards Nie Chen and said, "Nie Chen, lend me the Curse Wind Sword to use." ”

Nie Chen nodded, his eyes condensed, and an ancient sword with a green body exuding an old aura suddenly appeared in mid-air, Gu Haoxuan stretched out his hand, and the curse wind ancient sword appeared in his hand!

"What is this?"

The Bright Light Demon Envoy turned his head sideways and looked at the ancient sword in Gu Haoxuan's hand suspiciously, his hideous face suddenly became cautious, and that strange expression was very strange in Nie Chen's eyes.

"Saint, Saint King Sword? No way! No way!! ”

The Bright Light Demon Envoy suddenly let out a hoarse roar, and suddenly, the majestic momentum began to soar on his body, and a huge black horn was born from the top of his head, the heavens and the earth suddenly became extremely dark, and the surface of the Black Sea set off monstrous waves!

And when those huge waves were about to be photographed, they were all shattered by the powerful momentum of Gu Haoxuan and the Spell Wind Sword in his hand, only to turn into water droplets in the sky, like a heavy rain, pouring down!