Pompey obviously recognized the chain in Li Xiang's hand, and he couldn't believe that this artifact, which had disappeared in the Eternal Realm for an unknown number of years, actually appeared in Li Xiang's hand.

As soon as the chain came out, there seemed to be a trace of coldness in the scorching air. The magic patterns flickered on it, and a black black mist like a ghast slammed out.

"I'll see if you can smash this chain." Li Xiang put the black chain of the god chain in front of him as a sacrificial treasure.

The chain of locks is so powerful that the attacks of the Fury-Eyed Giant can pierce even the mountains, and even the molten slurry can be steamed dry with one punch, but now this sky-covering power is like a drop of water meeting a sea of fire, and it disappears with just one sound, as if it was hitting the air.

Everything is gone, and in front of the chain, all attacks are like toys in the hands of a child. But this is not without a price, Li Xiang's level wants to swing out the power of the chain is simply a fool's dream, just a second of time his left hand seems to be devoured, the vitality is losing madly, fortunately, there is a powerful tree of life wielding its power, plus Li Xiang burned and released all the magic crystals that he had just scraped, so he lasted for two seconds.

Two seconds seemed like a short time, but not only did he completely resist the attack of the Fury-Eyed Giant, but he was also defeated by Li Xiang's Immortal Light Soul, and half of his HP was lost.

"Pompey-sama attack!" Li Xiang retreated without attacking.

Pompey didn't hesitate at all, and immediately showed the eight-story altar, and Li Xiang's heart moved slightly. The Divine Venerable Rank can construct two altars, the seventh and eighth tiers, but generally only the Divine Venerable Intermediate Talent Level will store enough strength and materials to build the seventh layer of the solid altar, but to build the eight-tier Altar, even the Divine Venerable High Rank may not be able to reach it.

Even if many people have reached the high level of the gods, they have not had the strength to build the eighth floor of the altar for thousands of years, which is like building a house, building a bungalow is not the same as building a skyscraper.

Seeing the eight-tiered solid altar --& net - I guess that's it, there is no road.

A few wailing banshees who were devouring humans in the sky threw away their corpses and swooped down with a scream.

"There are too many Aya Bird people, I'm going to hit a way, and those god-level ones will be handed over to you."

"Good!" Aya didn't release the Gate of Light, but just stood on the altar and slammed it out when she saw the Divine Venerable Rank.

Li Xiang's altar is like a high-moving train, any enemy in front of him will either be crushed to death or knocked away, Li Xiang has already made a bloody path.

The huge crown phantom that appeared behind Li Xiang made the wailing banshee even more afraid.

"Not fast enough." Li Xiang felt that the momentum behind him was approaching, and the degree was very rapid.

Li Xiang beckoned Pompey to his altar, and his body strode forward, taking five steps in a row, his face had become very pale and hideous, and his body trembled.

Each step is like stepping into a new world, and the body seems to be torn apart by countless swirls.

Pompey was also taken aback by Li Xiang's appearance, but his heart was even more moved, he saw that although Li Xiang's footwork was magical, the power consumed was too great, and he was even performing it in a way that burned his own life, and at that moment he also hit a white magic pattern into Li Xiang's body.

"Do you think you can escape with your footwork against the sky, hahaha, no one has been faster than me Timidorus."

"Before you reach the God Emperor, you call yourself the Son of God, and your wailing clan is really shameless." A scroll flew out of the altar of Pompey, and as soon as the scroll opened, a huge mountain smash out inside.

The mountain peak was thousands of feet high, and the strange rocks and pines on it were lined up, and after they were smashed down, they were directly in front of Timidoros.

Bang!

Timidolos smashed the mountain to pieces with a single punch. However, Li Xiang was about to flee to the portal at this time.

As long as he entered the portal, Timiddorus would never dare to chase him out, there were too many powerful characters in the Eternal Realm.

"Boy, you can't run, Sound of Despair!" Timidoros shuddered, and his huge wings stopped in midair.

The sound of despair was not like a harpy with her mouth open and screaming, but a spirit seed in the shape of a black bird's head.

Hit by such a mental attack, the head with low mental power will immediately burst, while the person with high mental power will have visual and auditory hallucinations to produce despair, and will be directly controlled by people like a puppet.

Timidoros is a peak god, only half a step away from becoming a god-emperor, and his spiritual power is as pure as gold.

He sneered at the figures of Li Xiang and the two escaping, as if he saw two rats running back to his nest, full of playfulness.

This Sound of Despair is not a simple combat skill, but a spiritual power seed condensed in its small world, as long as it hits this seed, the other party will have no secrets to speak of, and it will become a part of his countless memories.

It likes the look of horror on its opponent's face, and prefers the memories in these human minds。。。。。。 n！ ~！