The rich dark elements formed a whirlwind, with extremely terrifying coercion and power, pouring out like a flood.

The people in the divine realm are not useless people, they all flew up together, condensed their own energy in their palms, and hit forward.

In this regard, Jun Moye sneered, his purple eyes were very deep, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, a purple light shot towards the dark element, fusing with it, and further fueling the power of that attack. It's like a sleeping strong man waking up, unstoppable!

"Boom." Where the black halo passed, no one escaped.

Even if everyone shoots together, it is not Jun Moye's opponent.

If a generation of evil emperors was defeated so easily, it would not be an evil emperor either.

A purple streamer crossed the sky, and Jun Moye's figure instantly appeared in front of Butian, and the Venerable Divine Sword in his hand slashed towards his chest mercilessly.

Bu Tian was startled, and quickly shot a protective shield and retreated, narrowly avoiding it. But his speed is still inferior compared to Jun Moye.

Looking at the deep wound on the left arm, the blood flowed quickly along the arm, drop by drop, very demonic. At the same time, it also reminded him of who should be messed with and who should not be messed with!

Bu Tian frowned, and the sharp pain from his left arm was numb for a moment. Before he could make any moves, a whirlwind swept in front of him, and the purple figure flashed again, and another fierce attack fell.

After all, the general is a general, knowing that he can't escape, at the critical moment, he quickly changed his position and avoided the vital point. Hit by that force, his body flew backwards and fell beside the rocks below the peak, and then rolled down with a loud bang.

Not far from the chest, the flesh and blood were blurred, the blood was dripping, the pungent smell of blood came into the nose, a sharp pain came from the body, a touch of fishy sweetness crossed the throat, and Butian coughed lowly. Because the damage in the body was too severe, the blood and qi surged, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth again, and his body collapsed to the ground.

A shadow pressed in front of him, the light was blocked, and Butian opened his eyes and looked up at the top of his head.

Jun Mo looked at him expressionlessly, and the corners of his mouth outlined a sneer: "Isn't it disappointing that you didn't take this seat to the heavenly prison for detention?" ”

The low and evil voice is like a natural sound, very sexy and good-looking. But at this moment, it stopped in Butian's ears, but it was like a death talisman. Time was turning back, and his life was slowly passing.

It should have been a heart injury, and it was able to escape, but it still couldn't escape the fatal blow. Even if the injury was not in the heart, if it was not treated in time, he could die at any time.

"To kill. It's killed.,It's not as good as the skill.。。 Man, I admit it. Bu Tian said with difficulty, and as he spoke, a little bright red liquid flowed out of his mouth again, and his robes were dyed red, which was particularly terrifying and bloody.

Kill?

Jun Moye sneered: "Is the person in the hands of Emperor Shakti so vulnerable? ”

Is it that he overestimated the strength of the Divine Realm, or has it all degraded after a thousand years of silence?

"The strength of the people in the divine realm is not something we can represent." They're just one of them.

On the surface, it seems to be calm, but in fact, the waves are turbulent.

If the strength of the Divine Realm is at this level, how can it sit on the country for so long.