After luring the old ruler away, Lin Xiaoqiang looked at the two people who had left and an ice sculpture, and felt a little relieved in his heart.

The strength of this old god is too strong, if left unchecked, I am afraid that it will cause incalculable losses to the city under construction, and in serious cases, it may even be due to the existence of the old god, and the entire plan may be suspended.

Therefore, in order not to let it get in the way of his own plans and the dean's plans, he can only be killed here.

According to the observation at this time, the Old Ruler was about a hundred meters tall, nearly half the width, and there were too many tentacles to count, and the eight huge tentacles were very powerful.

Even if it is directly cut off by Song Wanhua, it can grow back by eating the stump, and the general damage is not effective against it at all, if you want to kill this old god, I am afraid that you need an emperor-level martial artist to take action.

It's also strange to say, although this old god is too strong to be unwanted, but it can't sense its spiritual power, and there is no trace of martial arts on its body at all.

After some observation, Lin Xiaoqiang came to a conclusion that this monster was probably from other worlds, and it did not climb the martial arts, but borrowed another kind of power.

According to the observation, it can be roughly judged that the strength of this old god is around the middle-level martial emperor, whether it is the spiritual attack ability or the perverted recovery ability, even if it is a high-level emperor-level martial artist, it can't be compared.

Although he didn't know what other attack methods it had, Lin Xiaoqiang didn't want to get close to it again, and the bewitching voice in his heart continued, from the previous uninterrupted cry to an occasional one.

The calmer the psychic side is, the more dangerous it is, after all, if the frequency of attacks is too low, even you may not be able to tell if it is an attack or not.

If the voice of demagogy and consciousness are entangled together, or if the consciousness does not understand that this is an attack for a while, and turns it into its own thoughts, this will be the case.

The speed of the old ruler was not very fast, and it seemed that it was chasing Lin Xiaoqiang hard, and countless tentacles danced vigorously, as if it was running with all its might.

Observing its movements from the corner of his eye, Lin Xiaoqiang slowed down his speed little by little.

If he can test all his abilities at this time, then the people who come to help will not be in much danger in the future.

The people who will come to help must be the teachers in the academy, but they can't let the teachers of the academy be damaged here, after all, they are all important combat forces in the future against the demons and against the Dark Moon Pavilion, and it is a huge loss to die one.

Thinking in his heart, Lin Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and once again let the Sword of the Green Dragon begin to dominate the move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.

Although the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect had already failed once, Lin Xiaoqiang still didn't want to give up, after all, this was the strongest attack move he could perform.

Compared with the single skill of the dragon kiss, the group type of attack of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is definitely better, no matter how strong the single attack is, when facing such a huge monster, the power will be weakened by at least ninety percent, therefore, the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is the best choice.

In the space behind him, the sword of the green dragon began to appear in the air, because there was no interference from external forces, the speed of condensation was faster this time, and the speed of the second version of the sword of the green dragon was hundreds in the blink of an eye.

The speed of the old ruler is still the same, flying this way unhurriedly, looking at the frequency of the tentacle swinging, it doesn't seem like there is any problem, but it seems to have a lot of leisure, as if it is playing.

The more you observe, the more obvious this idea becomes.

The frequency of the tentacles waving is very rhythmic, and it will stir up from time to time, and even more exaggeratedly, it can even tie a knot and untie it by itself, and there is no nervousness at all.

Feeling the attitude and strangeness of the old gods, Lin Xiaoqiang also stared at the tentacles above its head speechlessly, as if the old gods had no malicious intentions...

Although I didn't want to admit it, Lingwei and Lingzhi had already been released, and I didn't feel the malice against me at all.

Of course, it's also possible that the old gods don't have feelings at all.

The Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect was once again condensed, and the quality of the spiritual power of the high-level Martial King made the power of this move rise by two levels, and the cyan illusory sword became a lot more condensed.

A full 10,000 long swords spread out in a circle, behind Lin Xiaoqiang, from dense to evacuated, like a thousand-armed Guanyin, a glance is shocking.

The tip of each long sword pointed at a tentacle, and considering that the eyes of the old gods seemed to be immune to physical damage, Lin Xiaoqiang aimed at those kelp-like tentacles.

If you can cut off all these tentacles, then the people who come to help will not be caught like their previous selves.

Having experienced that sense of despair that only the head can move, Lin Xiaoqiang never wanted to try it a second time, it felt too much, if it weren't for his strong defense, I am afraid that he would have been pinched into a meatloaf by the old gods a long time ago.

And it's the kind of degree where even the bones and slag are kneaded into the finest material basis, and there is no limb distinction at all.

"Ten Thousand Swords!

"Slash!"

With spare time, Lin Xiaoqiang shouted out the name of the move, not to mention the rest, it was really handsome to shout like this!

After the circular sword formation was ordered, all of them suddenly shot towards the old gods, and each long sword was aimed at a tentacle, although the long sword was much thinner than the tentacles, but the long sword could slash back and forth, so there was no concern about cutting this aspect.

The sound of a hard object thrusting into the meat rang in my ears, and with the sound of swords, a symphony of only three or five sounds was woven into the world.

When the first sword severed the first tentacle and fell to the ground with a slight clatter, it was as if a floodgate had been opened, and the sound gradually intensified.

Like raindrops hitting the ground and hitting the leaves, it makes all kinds of sounds, weird but some good.

In less than thirty seconds, all the tentacles on the old god's body, except for the eight huge tentacles, fell to the ground.

The irregularly round creature with countless tentacles had only a main body and eight tentacles.

After being hurt so badly, it stopped, suspended in place, those eyes stared at Lin Xiaoqiang, revealing a humanized incomprehension, and even felt some grievances coming from the sarcoma.

Lin Xiaoqiang looked at the huge sarcoma in a daze, and after cutting off all the tentacles, the bewitching sound in his heart disappeared, which was an unexpected gain, and he thought that the spiritual attack was transmitted through that eyeball, but it turned out to be not.