Chapter 842: Isn't it, Meng Yi?

Therefore, although Meng Yi's face was pale, and there was even a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, he did not lose his combat effectiveness, and he still stood up proudly, but at this time, he no longer had the kind of arrogance and indesperability of the right talent.

Seeing that the blow was successful, a relaxed smile finally appeared on his face, although this kid's combat effectiveness was extremely strong, but his experience was still a little worse, and the few powerhouses behind him were all relieved.

Meng Yi's pale face told them that he had been seriously injured, at least for now, this guy had temporarily lost the strength to fight.

"You remind me of someone." The Heavenly Emperor looked at Meng Yi and asked thoughtfully.

Meng Yi looked at the Heavenly Emperor coldly, and did not answer, his expression seemed to be the hatred of a seriously injured person against his opponent in a desperate situation.

"He came from the Sin Continent and won the championship of the Young Disciple Contest every twenty years, I believe you don't need to say it, you should know that person, right?" The Heavenly Emperor looked at Meng Yi with a gloomy face and said, to others, the voice was like an eagle, sharp and piercing, and at the same time, it also gave people an extremely terrifying sense of despair.

Meng Yi still remained calm and did not answer, what kind of look should Lao Tzu be when you say yours.

"Originally, I experienced that familiar feeling in your eyes, but when your white heavenly fire came out, that coincidence became a display, didn't it, Meng Yi?" The Heavenly Emperor's tone began to become flat, Meng Yi knew that this guy was going to be a killer, but in the face of such a strong man, all resistance was superfluous.

Closing his eyes, Meng Yi's expression was the same, as if a hero was facing the final swan song, full of sorrow and unwillingness, just standing in front of everyone, closing his eyes in despair.

The Heavenly Emperor let out a long sigh of relief and said, "There are causes and effects, when you regard the Divine Realm as your enemy, everything is already over, not only you, but also the Medicine King Hall hidden in the dead wood forest will also disappear into this land with your footsteps, the Divine Realm does not need rebels, and there can be no rebels." ”

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After throwing away these words, the Emperor of Heaven turned around and left indifferently, he didn't need to make a move to deal with such a dying person, after all, there are so many assistants here, let him end everything, and the millions of years of demon realm teaching will also have a perfect end to this moment.

"It's a pity, although you thought of my name, but you didn't correctly estimate my strength, if Meng Yi was really destroyed by you like this, then how could he be called the son of the demon world?"

Hope and despair are only for a moment, this is the Emperor of Heaven at this time. Somehow, just as he was about to turn away, a gloomy voice finally rang out, and the direction was not behind him, but in front of him.

There was no defense, no preparation, the Emperor of Heaven was so naked to show up beside Meng Yi who was teleporting, and the moment of death became so simple, I saw that Meng Yi's ghost-like scepter punishment continued to magnify in front of the Emperor of Heaven, and then a huge spatial crack suddenly urged out, and the Heavenly Emperor was sucked into the black spatial crack before he even handed over the terrified roar.

Seeing this, all the powerhouses in the remaining Imperial Palace fled in horror, as if everything was so unimaginable, this was not a mid-stage God Emperor, in their eyes, the powerhouse who urged the spatial crack was Shenyu.

Meng Yi didn't chase it, it wasn't that he didn't want to chase it, but at this time, he couldn't chase it, not for anything else, just because the moment he recovered from his injury, the realm finally broke through and entered the late stage God Emperor level.

What is the legend, the legend is a height that ordinary people can't reach at all, and even genius-level people can't reach it, but in Meng Yi's body, legends always appear one by one and end one after another.

The supreme key entered the realm of six characters, and the black and white alternating yin and yang chakra shone under the scorching sun, and there was a trace of terrifying heavenly fire power.

In the Imperial Palace, Luoyun at this time was gradually exhausted, and he knew that there were at least ten Shenyu powerhouses around, and most of them were in the Imperial Palace.

He began to regret it, his desire for revenge was too strong, and he didn't find out the specific situation of the Heavenly Emperor at all

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He killed him alone, and he didn't know whether Meng Yi was dead or alive, but he was caught in the midst of a terrifying encirclement.

Although the enemy against him was still the Shenyu powerhouse, there were not a few onlookers, and Luoyun began to think about a strategy to escape, otherwise he would really stay here forever.

It's just that the more he thinks about it, the sharper the attack of the Shenyu powerhouse on the other side becomes, everything is so desperate, and Luoyun even has a feeling of the end of the road.

Compared with the first level of Shenyu and the third level of Shenyu, the gap is quite obvious, in terms of Luoyun's current strength, although it is enough to face the average first-level powerhouse, but if it really encounters the three-level Shenyu, it is still a little powerless, after all, at the level of Shenyu, every time you increase a level, the increase in strength can be doubled.

"Boom!" The light flashed, and Luoyun's body also rose in response, although the opponent's attack did not really hit his body, but the terrifying aura fluctuation still caused him to be hit a lot.

There was a churning in his body, Luoyun gritted his teeth, his body shook, and his slender jade hand suddenly discharged a white sharp blade, the blade was composed of internal force, although it had considerable lethality to the peak God Emperor and others, but for Shenyu, it was nothing at all.

This is a helpless choice, Luoyun has completely lost all advantages in this situation, and even the attack is so fragile. The corners of the other party's mouth showed a hint of disdain, Luoyun's choice made him feel ridiculous, can a dignified Shenyu powerhouse also have such a ridiculous attack when he is lonely.

Without the slightest hesitation, the other party's figure flashed, and the lightning speed directly hit the white essence.

Suddenly, sparks flew everywhere, and the still powerful attack suddenly collapsed inch by inch after encountering the body of the Shenyu powerhouse, and there was not even a trace of remnant.

A different smile flashed on Luoyun's face, if anyone knew that he Luoyun was Shahong, it was estimated that no one would despise the attack he chose.

As the saying goes, when an opponent of the same level competes, it is often the proud one who loses, even if Luoyun's strength is much lower than the opponent.

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