Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao turned their heads at the same time, looking at the ordinary Mengmulie in front of them, neither of them was surprised.

The three of them all know that these hundreds of dragons, butterflies, and people are not real entities, but their own sustenance.

Zhao Yizhi's golden dragon is a total of thirty kings of the Zhao royal family, six hundred years of imperial qi and Central Plains dragon qi.

Yi Xiaodao's butterfly is his own self-liberation, as well as the chivalrous convergence of the Central Plains martial arts.

Meng Mulie is the spiritual sustenance of millions of people in Beiyi, and he is a god.

"God doesn't lose." Meng Mulie still said lightly, with no surprise or joy on his face, as if he was talking about a normal trivial matter.

"What else do you have? We have what you have. Zhao Yizhi also replied lightly.

"More than you." Yi Xiaodao added.

Meng Mulie smiled slightly.

God laughed.

As soon as he grabbed the volley, he saw a person and a woman appear out of thin air on his hand.

"Ruru!"

Yi Xiaodao's face tightened, and this struggling Donglu girl turned red at this time, as if she was about to be out of breath when she was pinched.

Zhao Yizhi was unmoved: "Do you think that you can resolve this war by blackmailing a woman?" ”

Meng Mulie shook his head: "I just want you to see how she died." ”

Ru Ru stretched out her hand and desperately grabbed at Yi Xiaodao, as if she was begging for help.

Meng Mulie loosened the strength of his palm: "If you want to ask for help, I can give you a chance to say a few words." ”

Meng Mulie's relaxation gave Ru Ru a chance to breathe, although she didn't understand why she had suddenly come here on her way back to the city and gathering with everyone. But when she saw Yi Xiaodao, she vaguely guessed something.

It doesn't matter how you got there, it's how you get there.

Ru Ru pulled a smile with difficulty: "Big brother, if my father and mother find you, please tell them..."

He clenched his fist and threw a punch back into Meng Mulie's face.

"Their daughter was killed in battle!"

The fist swung to the side of Meng Mulie's face, and after all, it was a little short, and then it fell weakly.

A smear of blood flowed from the corner of Ruru's mouth, her head was abnormally tilted to the side, and her neck had been choked.

"I have backbone, and I look like I'm from Beiyi."

As soon as Meng Mulie's words fell, Yi Xiaodao appeared beside him, reached out and grabbed Ru Ru's fist, which had not yet completely fallen, raised it, and smashed it on Meng Mulie's face.

Meng Mulie was smashed and flew out, and fell heavily to the ground, and for a long time, there was no movement.

Yi Xiaodao and Zhao Yizhi were both very puzzled, although this punch was terrifying, but if it was said that Meng Mulie could not get up, the two of them would never believe it.

Yi Xiaodao looked at Zhao Yizhi, who understood it, and his divine sense was immediately divided into two, one part took Ruru's corpse and placed it on the side, and the other part of his divine consciousness covered Meng Mulie to check the situation.

As soon as his divine sense covered Meng Mulie, Zhao Yizhi's expression changed, and his face was a little difficult to look at.

"What's wrong?" Yi Xiaodao noticed Zhao Yizhi's strange appearance and couldn't help but ask out loud.

"yes, tell him what's wrong." Meng Mulie's voice came from mid-air, and he said something teasing in a flat tone.

Yi Xiaodao glanced up at Meng Mulie, his eyes full of resentment.

Zhao Yi looked at Yi Xiaodao, but still didn't speak.

Yi Xiaodao didn't say a word, he swept over in two steps, looked down, and his lips tightened.

What kind of Meng Mulie is on the ground, this is clearly Wang Xuan! A fist mark on his face, dented in, bleeding from the seven orifices, and it was already a corpse.

"Poof!"

Yi Xiaodao's body suddenly ignited a raging flame, although he was not standing by his side, Zhao Yizhi could also feel the heat of the flames.

Yi Xiaodao squatted down, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the corpse, and the flames quickly clinged to Wang Xuan's corpse, incinerating the corpse.

Zhao Yizhi looked at Meng Mulie in mid-air: "No matter how much you kill, it won't change anything." ”

Meng Mulie stretched out his hand, and his palm was curled into a sharp claw: "Then guess who I want to catch next?" ”

"Collect the ashes."

Yi Xiaodao stood next to Wang Xuan's corpse, and as soon as he finished speaking, Meng Mulie's palm clasped hard, and he grabbed another person in his hand.

"How are you?"

The person in front of Meng Mulie was surprised, and it was clearly not him who he wanted to catch.

"Isn't God all-knowing and all-powerful? How? You didn't expect that? ”

As Yi Xiaodao spoke, the flames on his body had already followed Meng Mulie's arm and led to his body.

Meng Mulie didn't care about the flames on his body, but looked at the place where Yi Xiaodao had just stood, where Zhao Yizhi was now standing, who was using his divine sense to carefully separate Wang Xuan's ashes from the ground and collect them into a cloth bag in his hand.

"It's him who has reversed your position!"

Meng Mulie understood, the moment he grabbed it, Zhao Yizhi reversed the position of him and Yi Xiaodao. So he originally wanted to grab Zhao Yizhi, but it turned out to be Yi Xiaodao.

"Aren't you afraid of fire?"

Yi Xiaodao looked at the flames burning on Meng Mulie's arm, slightly surprised.

"Can the fire of the mortal world get the gods of heaven?"

Meng Mulie said, and slammed Yi Xiaodao to the ground with force, the force was so great that Yi Xiaodao couldn't resist at all.

Yi Xiaodao slammed into the ground, then slowly got up and looked up at Meng Mulie, as if waiting for something.

Meng Mulie looked at Yi Xiaodao's expression, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. Before he could think about it, there was a burning pain in his hand.

"This is..."

Meng Mulie looked at the flame in his hand, which was full of golden color, which was completely different from the previous flame. And this flame kept seeping into his body, and the black qi on his body melted away like ice and snow as soon as he encountered it.

"Dragon energy, the dragon energy in my body."

Zhao Yizhi gently threw the cloth bag containing Wang Xuan's corpse in his hand, and the cloth bag flew into the air, headed south, and flew to the place where Wang Zhenliang's body was stored before.

"Except for the dragon qi of the Great Apocalypse, what else can compete with you, a 'god'?"

Meng Mulie looked at the three giants who were still fighting: "Haven't you already extracted all your dragon qi?" ”

"That's the dragon qi on the dragon robe, when I hid the dragon qi on the dragon robe, I didn't extract it all, I left a little bit, just to prevent you from doing this."

Meng Mulie clenched his fists: "How many methods do you still have to use?" ”

"I'll tell you when you're dead."

As soon as Zhao Yizhi's voice fell, his body flashed in an instant, and he had disappeared in place. And where he was just standing, a cloud of black gas hit the ground, crumbling into a cloud of sand.

When Zhao Yizhi reappeared, he was already standing by Yi Xiaodao's side: "Come again." ”

Meng Mulie raised his hand and wanted to pursue it again, but the burning pain had already eaten away at his entire arm, making him a little overwhelmed.

Meng Mulie waved his hand violently, trying to fade the flame from his hand, but the flame seemed to grow on his arm, and it could not linger no matter what.

Just when Meng Mulie was at a loss, Zhao Yizhi stretched out his hand and put it on Yi Xiaodao's shoulder. The next moment, Yi Xiaodao disappeared in place again.

Meng Mulie had been paying attention to the movements of the two, and when he saw Yi Xiaodao disappear suddenly, his heart sank, and he hurriedly retreated. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps back, he bumped into a person in the back.

"Where does the Great Khan want to go?"

Yi Xiaodao reached out and grabbed Meng Mulie's arms, and the raging fire continued to flow down Yi Xiaodao's hands, tilting towards Meng Mulie.

"Ahh

Meng Mulie's whole body was on fire, and the whole person was completely wrapped in flames and fell from mid-air.

Yi Xiaodao slowly fell from mid-air, standing beside this pile of flames, and coldly looked at Meng Mulie who was struggling on the ground. Even if the tongue of fire licked his face, he was unmoved.

"It's over."

Yi Xiaodao saw that Meng Mulie's struggle was getting smaller and smaller, and he turned around and was about to leave, walking towards Zhao Yizhi.

Zhao Yizhi did not approach for the sake of safety. Under the perception of his divine sense, Meng Mulie did gradually stop moving, and then he raised his legs to meet Yi Xiaodao and walked over.

"What's next... Be careful! ”

Yi Xiaodao looked at Zhao Yizhi and hurriedly issued a warning. Zhao Yizhi didn't have time to look back, so he hurriedly dodged in an instant, left the spot and flashed to Yi Xiaodao's side.

One step slower.

Meng Mulie stood in Zhao Yizhi's position, clutching a bloody severed arm in his hand.

It was Zhao Yizhi's arm.

"God is all-knowing and all-powerful, and you don't want to kill Him."

Meng Mulie threw his arm on the ground at random, and stepped on it, and this arm was instantly trampled into powder by him.

Zhao Yizhi pressed his shoulders and knelt on the ground, his consciousness quickly gathered to stop the bleeding.

"The emperor of the Central Plains actually knelt down, this is the first time I have seen this kind of scene." Meng Mulie sneered.

Yi Xiaodao frowned and looked at the ashes behind him, the fire was still burning, and he was very surprised. With a wave of his hand, the flames faded, and the charred corpse of the humanoid lay on the ground, clearly dead beyond death.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Yizhi and Yi Xiaodao were very strange and didn't understand what was going on.

"Is there anything strange about the all-knowing and all-powerful God who has a false body?"

Meng Mulie saw the doubts of the two, and couldn't help but smile.

"Why don't you guess again, is the current me the real me?"

The huge golden dragon opened its mouth, and a cloud of golden gas erupted from its mouth, flying to Zhao Yizhi's side, and the gas condensed into a hand, and was placed on Zhao Yizhi's broken arm.

In Yi Xiaodao's hand, a ball of flame also emerged, condensed into a long sword, which was exactly the appearance of Siqing's sword, and the golden flames lingered around the sword body, which was dazzling and abnormal.

Yi Xiaodao asked softly, "Do you still have hole cards?" ”

Zhao Yizhi nodded imperceptibly: "Yes." ”