Yes, the live broadcast is coming to an end, and these lovely sailors also feel a little sad, there is no such bustling hustle and bustle, what falls is eternal silence, this kind of silence is not what they want to see, but it will come after all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just as that life is normal, it flows endlessly, and no one can change him because no one stops, only adaptation.

In contrast to the sadness of the audience in the live broadcast room, the powerful and powerful people in many heavens and regions are crazy, they look at the fallen god of killing, and the blood rain in the sky, the whole world is crying, so desolate, sad, not to mention this world for the time being, the world is going to be destroyed, no matter how sad it is, it has no effect.

However, this is not the case in the Sacred Word Continent, those believers who believe in the God of Killing have risen up early to worship their gods, however, at this moment, their gods have died and will not return, the broken statues, and the glory of the dead all prove the fall of the God of Killing.

The fall of the gods, this is a big thing in the Sacred Word Continent, not to mention anything else, even the gods of other major sects are a little worried, and they are all praying all the time, hoping that their gods will not be like the gods of killing, directly in a foreign land, killed by other gods.

However, none of this matters anymore.

At this time, everyone only saw that Jiang Feng devoured the corpse of the god of killing, yes, it was devoured, at this time, Jiang Feng turned into a huge "hell furnace", shrouding the corpse of the dead god inside, all the time, not swallowing the flames of hell, refining his corpse little by little, turning it into pure power, and integrating it into his body and soul.

Cannibalism is the most powerful genre in any world.

How to become stronger without eating people, especially for those terrifying powerhouses, their corpses are even more of a great supplement, because, with the deepening of cultivation, the whole person's physical body will also undergo earth-shaking changes, just like the river wind at this moment, casually revealing a little blood is a treasure that cannot be changed, enough to make a mortal reborn, if the opportunity comes, even a trace of the blood of the god elephant is not necessarily.

This kind of creation is not comparable to an ordinary magic weapon and a spiritual object.

The same is true in other worlds, there are not a few people who dig graves, even in Mercury, those gold touchers, tomb robbers, aren't they all very rampant?

Isn't this another form of "cannibalism?"

In the eyes of the Heavenly Powerhouses, the same is true, they are all greedily looking at the huge "Hell Furnace", wanting to snatch the corpse of the God of Killing inside, after all, such a corpse is too precious, even they can't resist such a temptation.

The corpse of a god, the divine power, the divine soul, the godhead, the divine blood, and so on, are not a peerless treasure in a sect, a divine object that can be passed down through the ages.

Among them, the godhead is particularly precious, if ordinary people can obtain it, they can even ascend to the god in one step, become another god of killing, and replace it as an immortal existence.

Such a temptation, too big, too big.

However, at this moment, these strong men are not moving, because Jiang Feng is too terrifying, not necessarily that the terrible god of killing is killed by his hands with a pair of restrained hands? Such a demon, they can't be provoked, otherwise, they would have taken action a long time ago, let Jiang Feng know, what is the color of blood.

In that "hell furnace", Jiang Feng slowly devoured this dead god corpse, every time he shook this huge "furnace", there was an unknown amount of ancient breath of hell, swallowed out from the depths, and was seduced by such a corpse, even the ancient Buddha road in the distance was attracted by such a valuable thing, and a will will will come down.

"Sacrifice, gain power. “

The words of the ancient Hell Demon Domain resounded in Jiang Feng's ears, these are the most ancient devils, demons, and demon gods from the depths of hell, they want such a corpse, restore their strength, and break free from hell, and this "melting pot" is the passage to hell, just like the eight demon gods, through such a passage, you can come to the world and rule the world again.

"Hehe, since you want it, then I'll give it to you. ”

Jiang Feng felt the power of continuous explosions in his body, and it was not far from that monstrous realm, and he only needed one thought, he could step into another world, however, he was not in a hurry, he continued to polish his muscles and bones, and after polishing all the particles in his body to the realm of perfection, all of them were injected into these primal images, after all, these primordial images were the foundation of his tyranny of the ten directions, the root of suppressing gods and demons, and the source of strength.

This kind of thing is the point, and it is more important than any improvement in cultivation, after all, when everything is enlightened, then cultivation is not important.

Jiang Feng looked at the corpse of the God of Killing in front of him lightly, extracted the killing divinity inside, as well as the rules of killing, and integrated it into the Great Avenue of Disaster.

At this moment, if anyone can see it, they can find that the disaster rune in Jiang Feng's body is filled with an immortal and immortal substance, which makes his physical body undergo an immortal transformation, such a transformation is more shocking than any creation, such a transformation is the foundation of immortal chaos, in the live broadcast room, a pair of eyes are wide open, and their mouths are wide open, as if they want to imprint everything in front of them in their hearts, and such a feeling is remembered in their hearts.

Ordinary recording and broadcasting devices are impossible to capture and record such a great charm and transformation of the avenue.

After all, such a power is far beyond their imagination, with such a low thing, do you think you can leave such a feeling?

If you can, then wouldn't most people be able to wipe their necks and commit suicide, and they still need to cultivate grid wool!

At this time, Jiang Feng also thought about it, and did not devour the corpse of the God of Killing, leaving behind a godhead, as well as a small part of the killing divinity, showing a grim smile, looking at the huge altar, and said, "Do you want it? Then let's see if you are qualified to take it." ”