(I wish you all a happy new year and all the best!) The clear sky was occupied by the sea of snow-white bones at this time, looking at the flying white bones in the sky, even the cultivator who was a monk couldn't help but shiver all over his body.

"This is simply terrifying! Could it be that he is the reincarnation of the Grim Reaper?

A monk shivered all over his body and said timidly.

"This is the devil! He is the devil who crawled out of hell!"

Some of the timid monks kept retreating, their faces trembling with their weapons in their hands.

But Weiyang did not intend to let go of these people who dared to do it to himself, and it can also be said that Weiyang, who had become a devil, did not intend to let go of these people.

Anyway, I don't plan to let these people go now.

"Whew......"

Weiyang's whole body exuded countless black dead qi, and as soon as he roared to the sky, he began to shoot at the densest crowd in front.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The blood kept splashing, and the blood was stained all over Weiyang's body, and even the hair strands were stuck together, forming vertical strips, flying behind him.

The frightened heads flew up, showing cowardice and unwillingness, but they died like this, and no one could save them.

"Poof!"

A kick pierced a monk's chest, and all his internal organs were shattered into a puddle, flowing out of it like water, quickly shattering in the air, and before it could fall to the ground, it was ground by the Dao Pattern Divine Marks that kept flashing in the air.

"Kill!"

Weiyang refused to let go of these people, and some of these people didn't want to let him go.

Killing him can get the inheritance of the divine position, and seeing Weiyang so fierce makes these monks believe in this legend.

"Boom!"

The weapons in the sky are constantly attacking Weiyang, like locusts crossing the border, and the black pressure has covered the entire sky.

But the unconscious Weiyang is not afraid at all, or he doesn't know what fear is and what fear is.

A physical body, all it knows is to keep killing, constantly bathing its body with blood, to feel the different beauty, the comfortable feeling.

"Hugh is rampant! My Holy Son of the Northern Underworld is here to meet you!"

He was already on the field, and when he saw that Weiyang didn't take him seriously at all, he couldn't help yelling, wanting to attract the attention of Weiyang, who was killing.

But he was disappointed, and Weiyang, who was killing the rise, didn't look at him at all, but just kept bathing in blood in the crowd.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, feeling that his face could not be hung up.

He no longer waited for Weiyang to kill himself, but took the initiative to attack.

"Your life is mine, and your throne is mine. You are destined to be my stepping stone to the throne of the supreme god!"

As the Holy Son of the Northern Pluto Cult, he has his own pride.

I don't admit that others are better than myself at all, this is a kind of self-confidence, but also a kind of conceit, and it is also the mentality that must be possessed to ascend to the supreme god.

Striding forward, there was a continuous light shooting out of his hands, and each one had countless divine patterns flickering, and each one was shining brightly.

The road marks appeared, a pair of avenues were carried, majestic and majestic, and the Tao was written with the way of the heavens.

Divine patterns are flickering, chains of laws are flying, and swords of order are ringing.

One step out, it was a distance of 100 meters, and he came to Weiyang in an instant.

As if it appeared suddenly, a fierce color flashed in Weiyang's godless eyes, but the person who appeared directly did not do anything to Weiyang, who was unconscious, Weiyang cruelly provoked a trace of the corners of his mouth, revealing a hideous smile.

The fist in his hand didn't stop at all, and rushed up directly from below, needless to say, he wanted to directly penetrate the man in front of him who exuded dao patterns all over his body.

But this time Weiyang really encountered the opponent, and this blow did not penetrate the opponent, but was blocked by this person.

The hand that had been covered with divine scars blocked Weiyang's fist.

"Oh, what else do you have to do? Take it out, or you'll die soon!"

The Holy Son of the Northern Underworld has his own arrogant capital, and he has already stepped on the six transformations of the Evolution Dragon with one foot, and he can be called a demon.

is already the pinnacle of the ultimate power, it's not that he's crazy, but he has crazy capital, this is his capital.

"Roar!"

Weiyang roared in a low voice, as if he was mocking, looking at the Holy Son of the Northern Darkness who blocked his punch, Weiyang laughed, laughing very cruelly and casually, as if he didn't take him in his eyes at all.

That's ridicule, that's contempt.

"Look for death!"

The Holy Son of the Northern Underworld was furious, although Weiyang did not insult him, but the wordless sarcasm was the most insulting.

Because it's showing that you're not worthy of him to speak to insult you, you're not worthy!

This time he really misunderstood Weiyang, although Weiyang has no consciousness, only the instinct of a beast.

But it is precisely because he has the instinct of a beast that he does not insult others, stares at him and smiles, just because he is happy that he has found a decent opponent.

But the Holy Son of the Northern Underworld didn't know this, in his opinion, Weiyang's hideous smile was looking down on himself and insulting himself.

In his anger, he was furious, it was like anger burning nine heavens, and his internal organs were almost roasted!

Finally, he couldn't help it.

withdrew his hands and blasted directly at Weiyang's hideous smiling face, and the light in his ten fingers flowed, like ten bright rainbows, illuminating the sky.

"Boom!"

One punch knocked Weiyang flying, and he chased after him relentlessly.

Shot again, kicking Weiyang into the air.

"Okay! The Holy Son of the Northern Underworld is too powerful!"

Those monks who were constantly being killed, seeing Weiyang being knocked away by the Northern Immortal Son, kept waving their weapons outside the field to cheer him on.

"When Weiyang is about to die, we rush up and kill him directly, and the god position is ours!"

There are also monks who are constantly watching the battle situation below, discussing in a low voice how to snatch Weiyang's divine inheritance.

Of course, it is impossible for the Holy Son of the Northern Underworld who is fighting with Weiyang in the field to know.

He is still constantly urging his combat power to the extreme, wanting to kill Weiyang and obtain the inheritance of the god throne by himself.

He didn't know that the monks outside were already preparing how to snatch his spoils.

"Boom!"

Finally, Weiyang was knocked out again, and this was the tenth time that he was knocked away by the Northern Immortal Son.

But Weiyang didn't fight back, just passively beaten.

This time, it was shot down into the sky full of corpses, and the white bones were scattered, and many of the white bones that were originally full of cracks were shattered this time.

"Kill!"

The Holy Son of the Northern Underworld once again struck the mountainous area, and his whole body was shrouded in Dao marks, like the next god in hell.

Behind him, a vague figure appeared, like Shura coming out of hell.

But this blow really didn't fall down, Weiyang lay in the bones of the corpse and smiled cruelly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and with a wave of his right hand, the white bones in the sky directly met it, blocking the blow of the Holy Son of the Northern Underworld.

"Boom!"

The white bones flew one after another, and countless white bones were directly smashed into powder, of course, those shattered were only the bones that were already full of cracks.

The bones that were still shining were still as good as new, without a trace of damage.

"Poof!"

A trace of blood flowed from the mouth of the Northern Immortal Saint Son, and there was a trace of incomprehension in his eyes.

I don't know why I lost, and the defeat is so unreasonable.

A piece of bone that had already broken apart pierced into his heart like a divine sword, nailing the original gods to death, and the energy of life continued to flow.

"Boom!"

But before his life energy could be completely cleaned, Weiyang directly and cruelly stretched out his hand and smashed his head.

The headless body fell directly into the West Lake, making a splash.

The lake, which was already red with blood, was even more red.

All the monks kept retreating in fright, not daring to look directly at Weiyang's gaze.

"How can it be so powerful?"

Rose pursed her lips and said playfully and cutely.

"Holy Son!

Snow Fields Saintess Xue Luo shouted to the Snow Plains Saint Son who had already rushed into the battlefield, and now she realized that it was impossible to attack Weiyang at this time, and she could only do it when the time came.

"Whew!"

Weiyang seemed to hear the voice of the Snow Plains Holy Maiden, turned his head, stared at the Academy Holy Son who fled backwards with his godless eyes, and smiled cruelly at the corner of his mouth.

With a wave of his big hand, countless white bones began to kill brutally, rushing into the crowd of monks in the sky, killing continuously.

Blood splashed, the sky was bleeding, bleeding and drifting, and the corpses kept falling from the sky, like hailstones, constantly stirring up a beautiful wave in the West Lake, which disappeared quickly, and finally left only a piece of residual red, and nothing else left.

"Come back soon, Holy Son!"

The snowfield saintess Xueluo saw Weiyang chasing after her and shouted anxiously.

It's not that the Snow Plains Holy Son is unhappy, but that Weiyang is too fast, and almost instantly catches up with the Snow Plains Holy Son and blocks in front of him.

"Ahh

The Holy Son of Snow Plains no longer has the vigor he had when he first came out, and some of them are just trembling.

It's like a young girl meeting a killer.

"Boom!"

When the Snow Plains Holy Son was in a panic, he hurriedly struck a blow.

But Weiyang didn't dodge at all, and when the blow fell on him, not even a single firework was raised, and it disappeared.

"Whoo!"

He kept going backwards, but Weiyang followed unhurriedly, like a cat playing with a mouse, just to watch the mouse run away timidly.

"Weiyang!

The Snow Saintess roared and shouted at Weiyang, and at the same time she herself rushed up.

A handful of jade ruyi rose from the back of his head, and it was already covered with cracks, but the monstrous divine power still oppressed everyone sank.

The monks in the distance, who had not counted the cultivation, were even weaker and knelt down.

Can't face the monstrous might.

Demigods!

Someone shouted in horror.

But even if the demigod soldier was born, he couldn't stop Weiyang's outstretched hand, and with a finger, a black chain of laws shot out, directly piercing the chest of the Snow Plains Holy Son, and the frightened expression was frozen at that moment, forever frozen at that moment!