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Light!

Infinite golden light erupted in his body, and the black liquid wrapped in tranquility was like an ice cube thrown into a sea of fire, quickly melting and evaporating.

The golden hair danced in the air, and An Ning looked at Qi Hong, his eyes inexplicably exuding a noble color.

He had a feeling that at this time, Qi Hong, who was at the city lord level, he could kill with one punch!

An Ning's palm was against Qi Hong's body, and the seemingly slow movement drew a long picture, and the golden ring in the fusion bone seemed to be attracted by a magnet, condensing the palm from all over the body.

Qi Hong was frightened, and his body quickly retreated, wanting to stay away from the peace.

However, no matter how he escaped, tranquility would always appear in front of him, and the palm containing the golden mangs was always attached to him like a harbinger of death.

"Heaven - fist - " The corners of An Ning's mouth moved slightly, his fingers were forced, and the energy in his palm exploded without reservation! Release!

Boom –

A pillar of golden light burst out from An Ning's palm, and the terrifying energy engulfed Qi Hong, rolling up a storm of dozens of meters.

At the center of the storm, Qi Hong roared in pain, and the golden storm was like a sharp blade, tearing his flesh and crushing his bones.

The power of death is very strong, but at this time, it is rootless water, and after extinguishing some golden energy, it quickly disappears.

"Peace, the gods of the dead will watch over you! You killed his followers! I'm waiting for you! ”

Qi Hong laughed miserably and screamed unwillingly, he had the opportunity to serve the god of the underworld and get the chance of eternal life like his father, but because of a small peace, he could only wait for death.

He didn't go to the Lord to save him, he knew that it was impossible, and that the resurrection of the gods of Hades was above all else!

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, and the god of Sanssouci will bless me." An Ning touched the pendant on his neck, and it wasn't until the last drop of Qi Hong's blood melted that he put down his right hand and looked in the direction of the white cat.

Just a glance, An Ning's pupils suddenly contracted.

Under the vessel of all beings, the thick light curtain was extremely thin, Qi Xiaoling fell to the ground, her eyes closed, and her bright red dress was stained with a lot of dust, like a withered flower.

May the Lord's face be pale, Qi Hong's fall did not cause a single fluctuation in his heart, for the sake of the god of the underworld, any sacrifice is worth it.

Not to mention just a failure.

"Brother Shi, it seems that I won." May the Lord smile lightly, and his mourning countenance will return to normal as the sickle of death is folded away.

Outside the light curtain, Shi Sanshan's expression was solemn, the sun rising from the Heavenly Fist and the white cat's claws fell together, and the thin light curtain shook violently to restore calm again.

May the Lord's gaze look overhead, and the small white bowl shone with an eerie light, and a black text panel flickered at the bottom of the bowl, about to take shape.

"You're too late."

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"It's fifty breaths." The Blade Master chuckled, the stone in his hand was wrapped in a stream of energy, and no one could make the stone shatter from his hand unless he died.

"It's only fifty breaths, it's still early." Wuyue didn't care at all, looking into the distance expectantly, no one knew what she was looking at.

"Eighty breaths!" The Blade Master reminded that there were only twenty breaths left before a hundred breaths, and a sense of accomplishment came to his mind, and it was something worth remembering to be able to defeat the crow once in foresight.

It also gave him hope to change his life.

Utsuki still looked ahead, as if she hadn't heard.

"Ninety breaths." The sword master's face showed a smile, and his heart was vigilant, he would never allow an accident in the last ten breaths.

When the ninety-ninth breath came, the sword master's smile expanded.

It was at this moment that the golden beast appeared, time stopped, and a trace of crack suddenly appeared in the stone in the hand of the knife master, and when the beast disappeared and time restarted, a slight "click" sound flowed through the hearts of the two people.

And for the sword master, this voice was like the most hated dream demon in the world, making him want to vomit blood in depression.

"How is this possible?" The palm of his hand was forced, the powder made of stones flowed from his fingertips, and the knife master gritted his teeth, looking at the sky unwillingly, he didn't believe in his fate!

"Believe it or not, this is fate!" Wu Yue's voice was like a knife stuck into the knife owner's heart, "Help him, it won't hurt you, will it?" ”

The sword master's expression trembled, and he looked at Wuyue's gaze with a cold glow, a struggle, and finally calmed down.

"This time, let's take it as a bet I lost." The Blade Master said coldly, ignoring Wu Yue's smiling face, he was not happy.

The sharp gaze was fixed in the direction of Mingcheng, penetrating the distant territory, seeing the wishing in the light curtain, and also seeing the suspended vessel of beings.

The black knife in his hand flipped over, and a thick bloody killing aura seeped out from his body, condensing into a tomb more than ten meters high, and a black knife was inserted on the tombstone, sealing countless resentful souls.

"One Style!"

As the sword light flashed, a black shadow flew out of the tomb, fused with the sword light, turned into a black blade, broke through the air, and jumped thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

"Satisfied?" The Knife Master snorted coldly.

Wu Yue nodded, stared at the sword master for a few moments, smiled a little tiredly, and said, "I should go." ”

The sword master's breath was stunned, but he became a little anxious, and looked at Wuyue suspiciously.

This is his agreement with the crow, and if the order is changed, the crow will go.

Has his life really changed?

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May the Lord's hand reach out to the white bowl, and as long as he takes back the vessel of all beings, it will not be difficult to kill the three mountains of food, and the fusion of the word of death and the sickle of death will exceed all expectations.

At that time, he will live on the blood of ten thousand beasts from the three mountains, and the god of the underworld will be completely revived.

At that time, he will become the only oracle to accompany the god of the underworld to contain the world.

Brush –

Just as the finger of the Lord was about to touch the white bowl, a terrifying sword with the power of slashing the heavens instantly shattered the light curtain, and the white horse passed through the gap, slashed across the white bowl, and disappeared into heaven and earth.

May the Lord be stunned, and look in the direction where the sword came from in bewilderment.

Why?

Why did the knife owner strike?

Why use the power of the Knife Grave? Aren't you afraid of being devoured by it?

Exactly, why?

Click-click-

Tiny cracks filled the entire white bowl, as if it had been drained, and the light dimmed, turning into a black bowl again.

At this moment, a cat's paw was printed on it, and its long nails were lightly tapped, and with the sound of shattering, the black bowl cracked and fell into a cloud of shards.

"The gods will be resurrected." May the Lord's voice be low, and he will age a lot in an instant, his eyes swept over the broken vessel of living beings, and then he looked at Shi Sanshan, "Brother Shi, please go with me." ”

Shi Sanshan's eyes widened, and he was about to scold, when a chill suddenly rose from his heart, and the resentment accumulated over the years seemed to suddenly have life, frantically devouring his vitality, and in just a breath, his hair turned gray.

Shi Sanshan turned his head and looked behind him in disbelief.

Nine tails danced, and the black cat's eyes were dull, like a puppet, looking at Shisanshan deadly.

This is, the complete body phantom body calamity - the nine-tailed resentful cat!

"Meow-" A piercing cat meow rang out, piercing the black cat's eardrums with a heart-shaking force.

The black cat's expression moved, and the sluggish color disappeared, and he looked around in confusion.

It was this short moment that a sickle slashed horizontally at Shi Sanshan's neck.

Shi Sanshan's expression changed, and when he wanted to dodge, he found that it was too late, his body was like a rusty machine, far less strong and flexible than before.

"You're looking for death!" Shi Sanshan shouted angrily, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and his fist wrapped in Tianwei smashed towards the head of the Lord of Wishes.

This punch, even if it is dead, can still shake the sky.

May the Lord laugh, he couldn't take this punch, Shi Sanshan's dying punch was even more powerful, and the power of the oracle's resurrection was not enough to resurrect him again.

But if you kill it, you will be resurrected.

May the Lord look pious, as if he had seen the end of the fall of the head of the three mountains.

However, at this moment, a layer of ripples rippled on the hard ground, and a pair of white arms stretched out from the soil, grabbed Shi Sanshan's feet, and pulled violently.

The pitch-black scythe slashed across the top of Shisanshan's head, cutting off a few strands of hair.

Shi Sanshan originally smashed his fist into the head of the wisher, but it instantly fell and was imprinted into his chest.

Heavenly Fist, Erupt!

"Moon-name-thought!" May the Lord bow his head and look at a human face that appeared on the ground, and say it word by word, as if to engrave this name in his heart.

Immediately, the sun soared.

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