Xia Ling's expression still didn't change at all.

"God? Are you sure? ”

Yu Xiaogang was still giggling, and his unbridled laughter was extremely harsh in this battlefield full of unjust souls.

"Of course! Tang San, you regret it! I've made a god! If you don't betray me, you too can become a god! ”

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang's expression became extremely hideous, and he looked viciously in the direction of Bibi Dong.

"Bibi Dong, you ruthless! Abandon me! Today you are going to be trampled under my feet, I want to prove to the world that I am the number one theoretical master in the world just now! ”

Bibi Dong sneered, ignoring him at all, and summoned a scythe from the void.

The scythe was covered with a dark black power of destruction, mixed with a touch of purple intent.

"Familiar? Dai Mubai. ”

Dai Mubai's complexion changed greatly.

He felt the vibration of his Rakshasa imprint, and even the god positions that had been fused with ninety-nine percent had a tendency to peel off.

"Rakshasa Scythe! How in your hands! ”

Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang playfully, and said with a smile: "It's just you, the master and apprentice who pick up garbage, can treat something I don't like to ask for as a treasure." ”

Yu Xiaogang's face suddenly became darker than the bottom of the pot, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Mu Bai!" Give her a lesson! ”

Dai Mubai did not act.

Compared to the demon king-like appearance before, he is calm now.

"Teacher, I'm not a true god yet, and I'm still one step away from achieving the Rakshasa godhood. When I reach the 100th level of the gods, I will avenge your revenge. Now, can you do me one last favor? ”

"What's the hurry, Mu Bai, you said, the teacher must do it desperately!"

Yu Xiaogang was angry, and agreed without thinking about it.

"When you become a god, you must hand over Bibi Dong's slut to me!"

"Poof."

As Yu Xiaogang's voice fell, a soft sound came from the center of the battlefield.

Almost everyone stared at this invincible master and apprentice in great surprise, and only a few god-level powerhouses and Xia Ling's gaze was still calm.

Yu Xiaogang looked down in disbelief, and a pair of blood-colored palms with the power of Rakshasa passed through his chest.

In this familiar palm, he still holds his own heart.

In the beating heart, there are blood beads that have been painstakingly cultivated.

"In that case, then please go to your death, teacher."

"Mu ...... White, for ...... What ......"

Dai Mubai looked disgusted and withdrew his hand from Yu Xiaogang's chest.

Yu Xiaogang's heart also melted at the same time, directly injected into the blood-colored Rakshasa fist.

At this moment, the aura in his body began to rise wildly again.

"Do you think I don't know you're a piece of shit? Do you think that I wasted so much effort to cure you, let your strength not be extremely Tai to complete the transformation, and also cultivated you into a Title Douluo because of the master-apprentice relationship? Although I have fallen into a necromancer, I have brains. ”

"Yu Xiaogang, don't be sentimental, I can become a god and have an egg relationship with you. If it weren't for the remnants of the Rakshasa God's mind that kept pointing me out, saying that you were vital to my godhood, I would have worshipped a waste like you as a teacher? Don't disgust me, okay? ”

"The final step to achieve the divine rank requires devouring an incomparably evil martial soul, preferably a loved one's martial soul, or you think I'm going to waste so many resources on your waste? I'll let you go out with Lao Tzu's army of 300,000 to die? ”

Before he died, Yu Xiaogang's pupils shook wildly, and his eyes were filled with deep disbelief.

Sentence after sentence of "waste" pierced him like a sharp knife.

He wanted to grab Dai Mubai and ask what was going on, but his body didn't obey and completely softened.

At this moment, he lived like a clown.

Yu Xiaogang did not die in the hands of the Martial Spirit Palace.

He died at the hands of his most trusted disciple.

It's just that his disciple never really saw him as a teacher from the beginning, he was just a tool.

With Yu Xiaogang's death, Luo Sanpao's phantom, which had changed to something unresembling a creature, floated out of his body and was directly sucked into the Rakshasa mark by Dai Mubai.

At this moment, the overwhelming momentum rose to the sky.

The four purple phantoms behind Dai Mubai finally condensed into four purple broken wings.

In the perception of Xia Ling and the others, he had really broken through the legendary hundred-level level mark and become a god.

Although it is only a vain breath, it may fall into the realm at any time, and it is not as good as a god or a hunter.

But Dai Mubai did break through.

It's just that whether his current appearance is a Rakshasa god or not, it's hard to say.

"Finished?"

Bibi Dong asked rather casually.

"This is the capital you are trying to fight against the Martial Spirit Hall and subvert the entire continent?"

"Humble ant, how dare you speak to this god like this!"

Dai Mubai was furious, and the momentum on his body bloomed without reservation, almost dyeing the blue sky that had re-emerged before into black and purple again.

The blood-colored Rakshasa fist gauntlet grew rapidly as if it had been stimulated, and six rifts galloped in the direction of the summer spirit, almost cutting through the space.

In the next moment, Dai Mubai in the rage was directly stunned.

Just because there was a person standing in front of the summer spirit.

The figure was dressed in red armor, and his sword intent soared into the sky.

With her as the center, everything turned blood red within a kilometer of her surroundings.

Rays of light continued to surge, bursting with invincible might.

A blood-red divine sword swung at will, and with a raise of his hand, he slashed down the strongest attack that Dai Mubai had burst out with all his might.

"Is this what you rely on?"

Zhu Zhuqing's face was as cold as frost, almost freezing his surroundings.

"Sacrificed the lives of millions of people to make the Star Luo Empire what it is today, in order to achieve this waste-like god?"

Dai Mubai's heart twitched fiercely.

At this time, he had already retreated in his heart.

The coercion generated by the aura of the Shura God almost caused the Rakshasa Divine Position that he had just fused to collapse directly.

The Rakshasa Divine Throne had already been broken once, and it was gradually repaired by chance.

Even if it has undergone some transformation, it is equivalent to the level of a third-level god.

Now colliding with the former "old boss", the Rakshasa divine power is like a mouse seeing a cat, and almost wants to run away directly.

"Damn it!"

Dai Mubai cursed secretly, turned around and turned into a streamer and wanted to escape.

originally thought that he would be able to easily unify the continent if he achieved the god of Rakshasa , but he didn't expect Zhu Zhuqing to become a god as well, and he was still a stronger god than him!

How is this possible!

Dai Mubai's heart roared wildly, and the speed of his escape became faster and faster.

"Stop him and solve it as soon as possible, my spiritual premonition is getting stronger and stronger."

A thought came out of the Summer Spirit in the spiritual link.

In the next second, five figures had already appeared in the air, forcing Dai Mubai directly to stop on the spot.

"This! That's impossible! How can you all be gods! ”

The God of Destruction - Bibi Dong.

The god of Shura - Zhu Zhuqing.

Poseidon - Tang San.

Poseidon Priest - Poseisi.

They have different priesthoods, different positions, and different combat power.

But without exception, they are all genuine god-level powerhouses.

Summer Spirit's body burned with pale golden dragon flames.

Although his realm was still at the Extreme Douluo level, his aura was strong and his combat power was even far higher than that of the two quasi-god kings, Bibi Dong and Zhu Zhuqing.

Feeling the earth-shattering aura coming from several people, Dai Mubai couldn't hold on any longer, and broke down and screamed.

"Fake! It's fake! You can't be gods! No way! ”

"I'm the child of destiny!"

"How can you become gods! How can you become a god! ”

The Scepter of Destruction, the Sword of Shura, and the Trident of the Sea God.

The three super artifacts were aimed at Dai Mubai, who was like a mad dog in the circle.

At this time, his eyes were blood-red, and even his iconic double pupils had disappeared.

"No, no, no, no, no! That's impossible! You're not a god yet, Summer Spirit! You haven't become a god yet! I won, I won! ”

"I'm Dai Mubai! I am the Emperor of the Star Luo Empire! I am the god of Rakshasa! ”

He roared and roared and rushed in the direction of the summer spirit, trying to break the net.

Under the impact of the power of the rakshasa and the successive blows of the ups and downs, Dai Mubai has gone crazy, and the sea of spirits has become chaotic.

All of this was revealed under the perception of the spiritual seed of the summer spirit.

"You've lost! You've lost! The final winner is me! I'm the one who has the last laugh! ”

Dai Mubai transformed into a Heavenly Blood Tiger wearing battle armor, and swooped down towards the Summer Spirit from the air, like a hungry tiger pounced.

The Rakshasa divine power rushed out, transforming into two monstrous claw strikes that crossed over.

How similar was it to the first time he had done it with Summer Spirit at the Rose Hotel more than a decade ago?

It's still the same two people.

It's still the same trick.

It's just that now, the cultivation of the two is no longer as humble as it used to be.

Even their respective identities have stepped on the top of the continent in different fields.

"Say goodbye to this world."

Xia Ling sighed softly, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

Looking at Dai Mubai's crazy appearance, only four words appeared in Xia Ling's heart.

Have only oneself to blame.

Dai Mubai can win the favor of the damaged Rakshasa god, that is his luck and his misfortune.

If it weren't for the help of the Rakshasa Divine Position, he might not have been killed today, and he would not have become the target of the Martial Spirit Palace's encirclement and suppression.

The Staff of Destruction brought a dark force of destruction, completely annihilating Dai Mubai's attack.

For the first time, the golden trident bloomed with the brilliance of a super artifact, and the layers of blue-gold halos nailed Dai Mubai to the spot.

The jade-like red dawn fighting armor had already appeared on Xia Ling's body, and more than a dozen magnificent soul rings reflected each other.

He raised his right fist, which was already covered in golden scales, and slammed it out.

The Dragon Flame and the Killing Five Elements Realm condensed into an indestructible artifact, raising the combat power of the Summer Spirit to the peak.

As the punch was handed forward, in an instant, the wind and clouds changed.

Dai Mubai only felt that he seemed to have become the enemy of the whole world.

Heaven and earth repelled him at the same time at this moment, and even the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force rioted inside his body.

The Rakshasa Godhead, which had just been formed for a short time, was trembling, disintegrating, and shattering.

What gods, what hundreds, in front of this seemingly ordinary punch, they all seemed so pale and powerless, and they all turned into vain.

"Boom!"

The fluttering fist shattered through layers of space and was directly imprinted on Dai Mubai's left chest.

He didn't even have time to make any attacks, he had been bombarded into the earth by an unrivaled force.

The force of the impact shattered the ground, creating a small mushroom cloud.

The violent air currents and shock waves forced the Titled Douluos, who had long been several kilometers away from the battlefield, to join forces to release a soul power barrier to protect the safety of the soldiers behind them.

As a large number of spatial cracks slowly healed, the five people also fell towards the pit.

In the pit, Dai Mubai's left side of his body had disappeared for a small part.

His abdominal organs were completely shattered.

Placed on top of Douluo Star, this can be called a mortal injury.

The pale golden dragon flame attached to the fracture of his divine body, preventing the self-healing function of the divine power.

The realm is still in Extreme Douluo, but the strength is no longer known to be many times that of the ordinary quasi-god Xia Ling, with just one punch, he directly killed Dai Mubai, the god of Rakshasa in seconds.

The other side failed to put up any effective resistance.

Although Xia Ling's realm was stuck, his physical fitness had been growing at an incredible rate.

As early as a month ago, he had already broken through the limit of what a god-level could have.

But this process of growth has not stopped.

He is like a bug whose experience limit is locked, but can infinitely strengthen his various attributes, stacking his combat power at a terrifying speed.

"It can't ......"

The vitality of the god-level body is extremely tenacious, and Dai Mubai is still not dead.

"Nothing is impossible, this is what you deserve."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't want to talk nonsense with him more.

With a sword slash, the red sword light divided Dai Mubai's body into dozens of pieces, and the dead could not die again.

Zhu Zhu Qingyu's hand clenched his fist fiercely, and these dozens of pieces of flesh and blood instantly shattered along with the Rakshasa Divine Costume on it.

Purple-gold divine blood stained the earth dark.

The Rakshasa Divine Position and a trace of black qi in Dai Mubai's body completely shattered into nothingness, and there was no possibility of reuniting in the world.

Dai Mubai, Fall.

sacrificed millions of people to achieve level 100, and was finally killed on the spot by the Wuhun Palace.

In addition to countless sufferings left in the world, all that remained was the Rakshasa fist, which gathered many evil and bloody powers.

When I came closer, it seemed that there were millions of unjust souls wailing inside.

Even if it is a Titled Douluo, if he touches these fists without preparation, he will be transformed into a madman who has lost his mind in an instant.

This evil artifact fist was filled with countless negative forces, and even if Xia Ling personally intervened, it was impossible to purify it and then use it.

"It's better to destroy such an evil weapon completely."

The other four nodded, got up and flew together, unleashing their strongest attacks into the pit.

An explosion was even stronger than the previous one.

The Rakshasa fist burst into flames at the center of the explosion, and the remaining divine power formed a storm of Yuan Force.

The last trace of the Rakshasa God also disappeared from this world, and there was no more than half of it.

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