With a wave of his right hand, Yechen put Lan Wen and other dead creatures into the corpse ring and kept them as hole cards.

Even the Southern Emperor and the Soul Banner were put away by Yechen.

The Soul Banner is too conspicuous, using the Soul Banner in this kind of place, that is, grabbing treasures with the Lord of the Soul, Yechen does not dare to use the Soul Banner to absorb the soul fire, at most only use the power of the main soul.

And now, the power of the main soul is not necessary.

Yechen felt that with his own strength, he could easily shoot the soul of the Dead Lord, even if it was a little fat man, he had such an ability.

After the main soul disappeared, immediately a master of the upper god stage rushed into the cave, and then looked around with his eyes.

"Duan Xinyu!" After seeing this humanoid zombie, the little fat man subconsciously spoke, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely hideous.

When Duan Xinyu heard this, he sneered and said, "Since you know who this seat is, you won't smash your head and offer your soul fire and godhead, lest this seat take action personally." ”

When the little fat man heard this, he turned his head to Yechen and said: "This kid once attacked me, if I hadn't been hiding in the land under a hundred miles, I would definitely have been killed by him, even so, I suffered a heavy blow that time, and it took me fifty years to recover." ”

That old hatred is really unforgettable for the little fat man.

"Oh, so what, could it be that you kid wants revenge?" Duan Xinyu sneered, "Come, let's go together." ”

The little fat man smiled hideously, the power on his body emerged, condensed into a bronze earth armor, the armor at this moment, the light flickered, as if the gods descended to earth, it looked so majestic.

"I'll let you know why the flowers are so red!" roared the little fat man.

"I want to die, and I will fulfill you. Du Xinyu smiled coldly, grabbed the void in his right hand, and a two-meter-long big knife appeared, slashing down at the little fat man.

"Good knife!" the little fat man praised, and stomped on the ground with his right foot, and the ground thorns suddenly drilled out of the earth, stabbing out all the way, blocking between the two.

The blade flashed, slamming into the ground with a metallic crashing sound, and the craziness of energy filled the entire cave, and the energy vortex was running wildly.

Even if the median god stood here, he would be crushed by this energy vortex.

Yechen in the energy field watched this scene silently.

The strength of this ground thorn exceeded Du Xinyu's expectations, and it was able to block his knife.

"Superior God?" Du Xinyu's eyes showed a deep shock, and he felt that the other party's strength was stronger than his own.

The Terran Saint Venerable Realm originally surpassed the upper gods of the same realm, which is also the reason why the Terran still firmly defends the starry sky battlefield with a small number of Saint Venerable Realms, the Terran has more means, more abundant combat skills, and the power of self-cultivation is also more controllable than the condensed Godhead.

The power of the Godhead, that is an external force, is the power given by the Lord God, although it is also the cultivation of oneself bit by bit to fill the Godhead, but after all, it is not the power of one's own perception.

The cultivation of the human race is completely different, they explore the mysteries of the universe, gain insight into the origin of the universe, and perceive the true meaning of power. The power exerted is a little bit of self-realization.

In this engagement, the strength was about the same, but the form of the battle was one-sided.

The moment the ground stab blocked the blade, the little fat man's fist blasted out fiercely, such a close distance, for the master of the Holy Venerable Realm, it was not called distance at all.

"Die!" Duan Xinyu roared, his fist and blade collided together, he was confident that he could split the armor in the little fat man's hand with one sword, what he had in his hand was a high-level divine artifact, and it was also his greatest adventure harvest, even if it was some masters of the late stage of the high-level god, the treasures in his hands were not as good as his knife.

The sharp knife slashed, and the little fat man suddenly turned his fist into a claw, and his right hand suddenly shook the shadow at this moment, and in a short moment, his right hand made countless movements, looking like a series of phantoms.

The power that emerged from the palm of his right hand very skillfully dissolved the sharp blade, and then, the little fat man's palm slapped the back of the knife fiercely, rushing up and down.

The power of the earth, forged with the strongest strength, is the heaviest force. Moreover, the power of the little fat man is not only the power of the earth, but also the power of the body.

Under this blow, the zombie who cultivated the power of death only felt that the earth was pressing on the back of his knife, and even his body sank, and he almost stumbled. Although he controlled his body well, the knife in his hand still sank downward.

And the speed of the little fat man is extremely fast. The speed of the little fat man's body given by the blood of the superior god is far beyond the imagination of ordinary superior gods.

At the moment when his right hand slapped the sword, he pushed forward, and the strong palm power also exploded at this moment, imprinted on Duan Xinyu's skull.

The speed was too fast, and Duan Xinyu didn't have time to react at all.

Duan Xinyu, who was shot in the head, stared at this scene with a face full of incredulity, and then, his face slowly shattered like a clay figure, flesh and blood peeled off from his body, and then turned into nothingness in the air.

Soul fire flies, and Godhead floats in the air in an attempt to escape.

Then the little fat man grabbed his right hand and held the godhead in his hand.

"Let me go, please, I'm willing to be your subordinate. Duan Xinyu's soul fluctuation came from the godhead.

The little fat man looked at the godhead and smiled lightly. Revenge, finally revenge, this is not just as simple as revenge, but also proves with strength that he has truly stepped into the realm of the Holy Venerable, and killing a high-ranking god with a powerful artifact is as simple as killing a dog.

It's a really cool feeling.

Then, ignoring Duan Xinyu's wail, the little fat man threw the godhead into the storage ring, and after entering the storage ring, the soul in the godhead would quickly disperse, and it would never be possible to be reborn.

Yechen took a big gulp, sucking all the soul fire into his mouth, and then the spirit sutra operated on its own, transforming the soul fire into the power of the spirit scripture.

Yechen felt that if he digested all of this soul fire, it would be enough to increase the power of the Spirit Sutra by about one-tenth.

This is a very big improvement, this is the early stage of the upper god. If the opponent is in the middle or even late stage, the increase will be even greater. And the Spirit Sutra was originally incomparably strong.

Yechen finally knew why the rise of Lingzun was so fast.

"Yechen!" the little fat man turned back to Yechen and said, "The superior god, I killed them all with one punch." ”

"Let's go, keep killing. Yechen was obviously much calmer, this kind of great improvement, he had already experienced countless times, he sighed once just now, naturally he would not continue to sigh.

The two of them walked to the door, and at the same time the two median gods rushed into the cave, the zombies that the two aliens had turned into after their deaths.

The little fat man slashed out with the two-meter-long knife he had just harvested, and the two middle gods were killed before they had time to snort coldly, and then the little fat man and Yechen walked out of the cave.

As for the soul fire, it was naturally absorbed by Yechen.

Outside the cave, the battle was even more intense, and the eight high-ranking gods were fighting in groups and attacking each other. In addition, there were countless median gods watching the battle from a distance, not daring to approach.

In front of Yechen, a golden spear head lay quietly, exuding a sharp edge.

Superior artifact, a very rare superior artifact.

(End of chapter)