The sky is dyed with ink, the dark sky is great, and the power of the dragon and the cold is urged to the limit, and it has the help of hundreds of millions of undead spirits.

However, in front of the Dragon God Temple, the Nine Shadows and Xuanming, who had a full view of all this, did not see any surprise on their faces, but were condensed and worried.

Placed on the body of evil punishment, Xuan Ming's face was gloomy, and he looked at the person who was far away from the Ying Dragon Emperor with cold eyes, and said: "The breath of the origin of destruction, is this the back hand of the dragon clan, could it be that they were so simply reincarnated in the beginning, an innate god and demon who was in charge of the source of destruction, even if it is not as good as the emperor of the past, it is not far behind!"

"Hmmm......"

Hearing this, Jiuyou's complexion changed slightly, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then he stopped his words, muttered for a while, and then said: "He and us should be the same level of existence, and the mutilated body of Ying Long alone can't stop it at all." ”

"I know!"

Xuan Ming responded coldly, and then turned his gaze back to the Dragon God Temple, and said coldly: "Although he is strong, but the dark dragon and human evil created by me are not weak, it is not difficult to delay him for a moment or three, as long as you take advantage of this delay, quickly break through the Dragon God Temple, and the three bodies of Youjun are one, and trap it in the three-day god realm, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"Humph!"

Jiuyou snorted coldly, and Sen Ran smiled: "Naturally, it is not difficult, although he is the same as us is an innate being, but after all, he is not a real emperor, if I can unite the three bodies and restore the previous divine energy, then suppress him to destroy the origin, but it is easy, it's just Xuan Ming, how did you get the confidence to quickly break through this dragon temple, didn't you do your best before?"

Listening to Jiuyou's seemingly pointed, hidden and playful words, Xuan Ming's face became even more gloomy, and he said coldly: "The Lord of the Holy Sword has entered the Six Paths of the Netherworld, I have to have reservations, and now the situation is urgent, and I hope that Youjun can ignore his previous suspicions and fight against the enemy in front of him!"

"Hah!"

Jiuyou smiled loudly and said: "The Lord of the Underworld is serious, as long as the Lord of the Underworld treats each other with sincerity, then the Nine Shadows will return to him with sincerity and not let the last failure repeat!"

"Good!"

Seeing that Jiuyou put down his promise, Xuan Ming didn't say anything more, the dragon's head was high, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a ghostly fire gushed out like a torrent, instantly igniting the surrounding demonic qi and dead air, turning this dark wave into a sea of purgatory fire, constantly incinerating the Dragon God Temple in it.

Under the incineration of this dark fire, the brilliant divine radiance that shrouded the Dragon God Temple quickly dimmed, although the power of faith was quickly replenished, but it was difficult to stop the diminishing of the divine radiance.

After igniting this boundless dark fire, the evil body presided over by Xuan Ming obviously withered a lot, and even some of it was illusory, as if it would dissipate with the wind at any time, but Xuan Ming didn't care, turned his eyes to look at the nine shadows on the side, and said: "Three moments, only three moments, my six dark fires can incinerate the nine heavenly Luo, and then I will look at Youjun!"

"Six Paths of Darkness?"

Seeing this scene, Jiuyou was also very surprised, and said to Xuan Ming with a laugh: "Hahaha, don't worry, I will live up to the sacrifice of the Lord of the Underworld!"

Hearing this, Xuan Ming didn't say much, his eyes closed, and when he opened it again, the evil will had already recovered, staring at Jiuyou blankly, and then there was a layer of panic and helplessness.

He felt the weakness of his body, the weakness of almost extinction!

What's going on?

Evil Zhu was frightened, but Jiuyou was still laughing, glanced at the Dragon God Temple that couldn't stop twisting under the incineration of the six dark fires, and then looked at the already illusory body of the evil Zhu on the side, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Xuan Ming actually stored the death crystal in your body, I thought it was going to stay in the six reincarnations and wait for death, hahaha!"

Jiuyou sneered, and he was terrified when he heard it, but he didn't dare to ask out loud, so he could only suppress the panic in his heart and fidget to the side.

......

At the same time, under the curtain of death, Ning Yuan stood alone, indifferently looking at the Ying Dragon Emperor who was brewing a great move, and he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping it.

In the past, on the battlefield, no matter who the opponent was, he would concentrate on the right, fight the rabbit with a lion, and deal with it with all his strength, not at all like now, treating the opponent in front of him as an ant.

This is a kind of indifference, a kind of arrogant disregard, and now Ning Yuan seems to have been wiped out of all joys, sorrows, and sorrows, leaving only the purest self, incarnated into the sky, indifferently looking down on the dust-like and insignificant things in the world, like ants.

This is the impact of the hero card, and Ning Yuan can't say whether it's good or bad for this, because now he doesn't think about such a question at all, at this moment, he only has that Ying Dragon Emperor in his eyes, to be precise, the power that Ying Dragon Emperor is accumulating.

It is a mutation of death, a distorted thing that defies the rules, and cannot be found in the world.

This force made Ning Yuan instinctively feel disgusted at this moment, and even in his eyes, the image of Ying Long Huang was distorted because of this, turning into a mess of filth.

This kind of disgust, when the Dragon Emperor swallowed thousands of undead spirits and accumulated the power of the cold to the peak, it completely reached the extreme, and it was intolerable.

Therefore, Ning Yuan stretched out his hand, and purple light burst out in his palm, condensing into a thunderbolt, a thunder that exuded the will to destroy!

Yes, the will, the will to destroy, if the will of the Heavenly Dao is ordinary, the Dao of Destruction also has its own will, and the embodiment of this will, the embodiment of the origin, is the current Ning Yuan, the god who dominates destruction!

For the true gods, the source, as the purest power, only needs the purest use, as if the gods said that there should be light, and the world will have light.

A thought of flowers blooms, a thought of flowers falls.

The avenue is simple and unpretentious.

This is the authority and power of the gods, and now Ning Yuan is exercising such a right, and the thunder embodied in a single thought contains the power of extreme destruction.

"Groan!"

As if feeling threatened by this, the Ying Dragon Emperor in the sky let out a long groan, and the spectral light condensed to the limit in his mouth burst out violently, and the purest and most powerful cold power rolled up the sky and poured down like a poured galaxy.

There was no move and no form, only the purest power was left to collide, the cold froze the void, deprived of life, and the entire three-day divine realm turned into the underworld of death and silence in an instant.

"Boom!"

But in the next moment, there was a shocking explosion, the frozen space shattered, the power of the netherworld was nothing, and a purple thunderbolt tore through the sky and fell on Ying Long's body.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the sky instantly cleared, and the body of Ying Long, who covered the sky and the sun, turned into dust in the sky and dispersed with the cold wind.