"This ...... This breath ......"

Ying Fa took two steps back in horror, "Impossible! You haven't been able to reach the weak crown, how can you have been promoted to a demigod? ”

The hero didn't answer, but turned around and slashed down, and the central stone platform split in half, revealing a deep and dark hole.

He jumped straight in.

Ying Fa was shocked, and the red light in the corpse's eyes instantly extinguished, and he fell straight to the ground.

The shaking of the cave stopped, and the two bronze gates disappeared with it, and Tian Wanxi and Wu Qi'er rushed into the cave almost in unison.

Wu Kite didn't hold on for a while, so she had to follow closely.

Shangguan Shuanghua hesitated for a moment, and finally stomped his feet and chased in.

Inside the entrance to the cave was clearly a tomb.

A stone staircase extends several feet downward, and the walls of the tomb are inlaid with large gemstones, emitting a faint blue glow. On both sides, two statues of soldiers stand opposite each other, full of murderous aura, as if loyal guards are guarding the tomb owner until death.

Tian Wanxi and Wu Qi'er were naturally in no mood to appreciate these, and ran all the way forward along the Yongdao.

They knew they might not be able to help at all, but both mentally and physically, they just wanted to come in, and they just didn't want the hero to leave their sight.

For this reason, we do not hesitate to make the consciousness of facing death at any time!

At the end of the corridor, the hero stood in front of a coffin, his cold gaze sweeping over the intricate runes on the floor, walls, and ceiling, and the god-killing knife trembling and letting out a low chirp.

"You're stupid!" Ying Fa's voice came from the coffin, "You actually took the initiative to come to the magic circle, the old man wants to see how you can resist the divine power of the 33,333 souls." ”

The hero was expressionless, bowed his head and asked the god-killer, "Have you found your other half?" ”

The god-killing knife trembled more and more violently, and the tip of the knife pointed at the coffin.

"In there, you don't dare come closer, do you? What a cowardice! ”

The hero put away the god-killing and closed his eyes, and the star-moon disk in his mind immediately spun rapidly.

"Seniors, I am a hero, the next generation of the king of the frost state that you swear to guard!

I apologize for the harm done to you by the Ingwar, and swear by the glory of the Wing for thousands of years and my life: I will carry on your legacy, defend the Frost State, defend Middle-earth, and protect the people until my body and soul are reduced to dust.

Believe me!

Rest in peace! The gates of the Taiyin Divine Kingdom have been opened for you, and eternal peace awaits you.

Feel relieved! The people have not forgotten your kindness and will always be grateful for your dedication and sacrifice.

Now, you can finally get some rest! ”

The more he spoke, the more ethereal and grander he became, as if the sound of a god was transmitted along the corridor.

Shangguan Shuanghua, who was running last, gradually stopped, a pious light appeared in his eyes, and fell to his knees, bursting into tears.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the corridor, and the hoarfrost condensed and spread on the walls and floor at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The hero sensed that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, so he took a deep breath, opened his arms, and greeted all scrutiny with an unguarded gesture.

I don't know how long later, the wind suddenly rushed towards him, and the tide hit him wave after wave.

He gritted his teeth and insisted on not moving. Above his head, the star-moon disk showed a huge phantom, and the jade light in the center shone brightly, like the moon falling to the ground.

Inside the corridor, the statues of the soldiers cracked, collapsed, and eventually turned to dust.

"Star-Moon Disk?" The tone of Yingfa in the coffin was full of shock and disbelief, "No! No! How so? Why did you get the artifact of the Taiyin Divine Monarch? It's not true, you ...... Who the hell are you? ”

The light of the star-moon disk slowly faded, leaving only a red gem and a blue gem glowing like breathing, and then the phantom dissipated.

The hero opened his eyes, raised his palm, and with a movement of his heart, his entire hand was covered in frost.

Is this another ability that unlocks the Star-Moon Disk?

Yan Yan, you are too naïve, doing good deeds and accumulating merit is not necessary for an artifact at all.

God is going to eat people!

Without the source of divine power, the runes in the tomb became meaningless lines, and the fear on the god-killing knife disappeared, and the hero released it, and as soon as he let go, the broken knife turned into a black light and burrowed into the coffin.

"Killing gods?" Yingfa let out a broken exclamation, like a girl who was about to be insulted, "You, don't come, don't come!" No......

Why? Why can you have the artifacts of both Taiyin and Taishan at the same time? Why are you the one who accepted my blood pact?

I'm not reconciled! I have been planning for ten years, not hesitating to die, waiting for sixty-three years, but waiting for such an ending, I am so unwilling......"

"Kill the gods, don't kill him." The hero spoke lightly.

Sou!

A black straight knife more than three feet long flew back into his hand.

The hero raised his eyebrows high, raised the knife in front of his eyes, stroked the unpretentious blade, felt the coldness and murderous intent on it, and with a flick of his fingers, he heard a bang, and the sarcophagus of Yingfa exploded, and countless deep knife marks appeared on the floor, walls, and ceiling.

"Wow! This momentum, indomitable, killing and snatching, is worthy of being a weapon created by the ancestor of the god of death! ”

The godkiller let out a roar of joy, and his voice was full of pride and sneer.

"It's just a bit of two."

The hero laughed, flicked it again, and said, "Let the Ying Fa out!" ”

The next moment, dark red blood stains appeared in the front half of the blade, followed by a wisp of green smoke floating up, and the phantom of a middle-aged man slowly formed in midair.

He was wearing armor, exactly like the hero had seen in the underground river, except that he did not wear a helmet, and no longer looked like a murderous general, but like a prisoner on the battlefield, and had no desire to live.

"As I expected, you're a coward with no guts!"

The hero said coldly, "For the sake of you being my ancestor after all, I will give you two choices: first, if you are absorbed by the gods, your soul will be scattered; Second, give up my sanity and merge with my soul. ”

Yinghua was stunned and raised his face: "You still dare to let me enter your body, aren't you afraid of falling short?" ”

"It's not that I look down on you," the hero said disdainfully, "My realm is higher than yours, with the Star Moon Disk and the Divine Killing Sword in my hand, and the divine thoughts and blood of the two goddesses in my body, what do you have?" What can compare to me but dirty and mean? ”

Yingfa was silent for a moment, and finally rekindled a little battle spirit: "Okay! Then let the old man fight again, your great-grandson! ”

As the words fell, his phantom condensed into a ball of luminous light, and it burrowed into the hero's eyebrows like a meteor.

The hero felt that he had once again lost control of his body, and at the same time, strong hatred, resentment, unwillingness, pain and other negative emotions instantly filled his heart, and pictures flashed in his mind.

Cities are burning, fields are burning, and black smoke obscures the sky.

There was an old man's head hanging from a tree branch; There are infant swaddling babies floating on the water; There are women who are insulted; There are children who have been disemboweled; There are beautiful girls jumping off tall buildings in despair; There are sturdy teenagers who block the iron hoofs with their flesh and blood......