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"Celestial?"

Feng Jiutian's face was painful, he twisted his brows, looked at the Kun in front of him, and said with a smile. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kun heard Feng Jiutian's words and looked at Feng Jiutian with a cold face, and Feng Jiutian's face was full of disdain for Kun.

Perhaps it was the arrogant posture of the gods, which made Kun feel a lot of anger in his heart when he saw Feng Jiutian's face.

Kun slapped Feng Jiutian in the face, Feng Jiutian snorted, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with red blood, staining his white hair.

Feng Jiutian smiled and shook his body, reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Kun twisted his brows, and the yin qi between his eyebrows became thicker.

"Don't you think it's something to be proud of in the service of the gods?"

Kun opened his mouth and looked at Feng Jiutian and asked in a deep voice, Feng Jiutian smiled slightly and nodded, as if agreeing with Kun's statement.

Kun laughed when he saw that Feng Jiutian agreed with his statement, he had now become very valuing anyone's opinion of him.

It's like wanting everyone to agree with his wishes, so that everyone agrees that he is right, and only in this way can Kun's identity as a god be satisfied.

Kun felt that only in that way could he show the dignity and detachment of a god in front of the world.

"God is not respected, just like you, you keep saying that you are a god, but I have never heard of a god full of evil like you"

Just when Kun felt that he had tamed Feng Jiutian in front of him and was full of smiles, Feng Jiutian, who had a painful face, spoke again.

As soon as Feng Jiutian's words fell, Kun's face suddenly changed, and dense black lines appeared on his fair face.

Kun's face became even more hideous, and Kun grabbed Feng Jiutian's neck, and his eyes were like two huge copper bells.

Kun smashed the small jade pillar in his hand directly into the center of Feng Jiutian's eyebrows.

After the entire small jade pillar entered Feng Jiutian's eyebrows, Feng Jiutian, who had a painful face, stopped struggling.

Feng Jiutian stood in front of Kun with a dull gaze, his eyes slowly turning from the beginning of the spirit to the stillness of seeing became godless.

Kun is body flashed into Feng Jiutian's body, and after Kun entered Feng Jiutian's body, Feng Jiutian's eyes once again appeared.

However, that look no longer belonged to Feng Jiutian at all, but to Kun in Feng Jiutian's body.

The features on Kun's body were all displayed on Feng Jiutian's body at this moment, and black and complex lines appeared on Feng Jiutian's face.

Feng Jiutian's long white hair gradually turned dark purple and then automatically coiled into a complex bun.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at it really when he was lying on the tree, and Kun completely turned Feng Jiutian into another person after occupying Feng Jiutian's body.

Or that the person standing on the platform in front of him is the so-called plague god, but the breath on the current plague god has actually weakened.

As if it was hidden by some breath, just when Jiang Pingchuan was puzzled, the body of Kun standing on the platform suddenly floated slowly.

Jiang Pingchuan saw that Kun's hands began to become deformed, Kun's nails kept looking at him, and the jet-black nails grew to the knees.

The dark purple in Kun's eyes began to extend to his eye sockets, and the first impression of looking at Kun Jiang Pingchuan floating in mid-air was evil.

Jiang Pingchuan couldn't feel the slightest normal breath on Kun's body, because the rich death qi had begun to spread from Kun's body.

Jiang Pingchuan saw the Kun floating in mid-air with a somewhat hideous expression, and the Kun's body trembled slightly in mid-air.

Jiang Pingchuan saw that Kun's face began to become very complicated, and in Kun's eyes, Jiang Pingchuan noticed that the expression in it was constantly changing.

Sometimes full of righteousness and sometimes full of evil, Jiang Pingchuan thought that the current Kun's body belonged to Feng Jiutian's body.

Obviously, the current situation can be seen that Kun did not completely occupy Feng Jiutian's mind when he occupied Feng Jiutian's body.

At this moment, in the face of Kun's evil, Feng Jiutian's divine consciousness, which was still hungry in his body, began to resist Kun without listening.

Kun looked at his body with a smile, and suddenly Kun punched his heart, and just one punch Kun pierced the heart of his body.

This body belonged to Feng Jiutian, and Kun's punch directly blasted Feng Jiutian's body, which was originally alive, into a dead corpse.

Kun looked at the bloody hole in his heart and laughed, and the strength of Feng Jiutian's struggle had obviously decreased a lot when his body was already dead.

Immediately after that, Kun began to face his body towards the thousands of Qingyun Pavilion disciples in front of him, all of whom were lying on the ground with their heads bowed.

They seemed to be reverently worshipping the Kun in front of them, and Kun glanced at the thousands of Qingyun Pavilion disciples who were kneeling down in front of him, and the corners of his mouth raised a contemptuous smile.

"Master, are these the so-called disciples of a famous and decent family? You see, they are not still controlled by me because of the greed in their hearts, even if they let them die, they will not hesitate to do it."

Kun looked at his body and muttered softly, and after finishing speaking, Kun landed on the platform and looked at the thousands of Qingyun Pavilion disciples in crimson robes in front of him.

"You are all my loyal people, and now contribute your origin to revive your emperor"

Kun looked at the disciples of Qingyun Pavilion in front of him and said in a loud voice, as soon as the words fell, the thousands of disciples of Qingyun Pavilion who were prostrate on the ground all knelt on the ground with red eyes.

They raised their hands high, looked at the sky above them, and muttered scalp-numbing incantations.

Their eyes were filled with a devout devotion to something, and as the spell began, the sky in the high walls turned crimson.

Thousands of Qingyun Pavilion disciples took the initiative to take out their own life origins, and these life origins floated in the sky, gradually changing from the pale red color at the beginning.

As more and more people's life sources condense in the sky, the pale red breath turns red, and then from crimson to very intense red.

Kun stared at the aura condensed by the origin of life in the sky, and Kun raised his hands and kept waving above his head.

At the same time, Kun's feet began to take complicated steps, and as Kun made these movements, the red aura in the sky began to change very complicatedly.

The red aura seemed to have turned into a thread, constantly shuttling back and forth on his body, forming a crimson net.

As the end of this line continued to shuttle, the port of the red net began to shrink.

It wasn't until the net was finally filled that a palm-sized red ball of light appeared in front of Kun.

The color of the light cluster was very rich, and even Jiang Pingchuan, who was lying on the tree, felt extremely dazzling. (To be continued.) )