"Hmm......"

Bang.

Hit the ground with both legs.

That long-lost touch made me stunned for a long time.

Since the Great War of the Underworld, he has always been in the Demon God Realm of his own creation, looking down on this world from a high vantage point.

And at the end of the Age of the Gods, after killing Asura, he was also seriously injured and could not leave the throne.

He controls everything, he has everything, but his feet never touch the earth again.

How long has it been?

It's been too long.

It was so long that he couldn't remember.

"How? Feeling down-to-earth? Zheng Qian grabbed the armrest of a golden throne and slowly landed in front of him.

He glanced at the throne in his hand.

This kind of thing was created because the Hugh index was so low that after leaving, it was quickly crushed by the Hugh index of the Rodinha continent, and a lot of electronic noise began to emerge throughout the whole thing.

Zheng Qian just pinched it gently.

It's as easy as destroying a child's sandcastle and smashing it to pieces.

Raising his head and looking at him again, Zheng Qian's eyes bloomed with a clear luster: "How is it?" What does it feel like to be pulled to the ground and look at people? ”

"Zheng~Qian~"

After a brief moment of consternation, he quickly regained his composure.

This was followed by unimaginable anger that filled his chest.

A large amount of demonic power began to emerge from his body.

The sand beneath his feet was stained black.

"I killed you, Zheng Qian, I did kill you, more definitely than a headshot.

Took away your truth and shattered your divine core.

Why, are you still alive? ”

That murderous aura seemed to make the entire plane tremble.

Zheng Qian shrugged his shoulders and said as easily as if he was chatting with an old friend, "You know what? The biggest difference between you and me is ......"

Bang!

Raising his hand and punching, manipulating, and secretly touching the demon god Nuwa who sneaked over from behind to attack, was shot in the head by Zheng Qian with a punch on the spot.

Without looking back, he grabbed the collarbone of her corpse, pulled her to his side, like an adult looking at a child's toy, and said:

“… The people around me are the best and best partners who have faith, strive for a goal, and die without regrets.

And around you, there is only this kind of inferior plagiarized products with no creativity, empty intellect and no faith, no matter how similar it is, in the final analysis, it is just a soulless shell. ”

As he spoke, with a push of his hand, Nuwa's body was pushed to the ground by Zheng Qian.

Looking at it again, Zheng Qian's eyes were free of the hatred and hostility of the past.

There is something that can only be found when looking at a poor worm: sympathy.

Sympathize?

Is he sympathetic?

Sympathize with whom?

Sympathize with me?!

Such a look evokes some bad memories.

Same.

It was exactly the same as the look in the eyes of the creator god before he died.

I am the strongest, the master of this world, how dare you sympathize with me?!

This look completely irritated.

"You who have the truth are not my opponents, and now your truth is in my hands, and I, who has fused truth and falsehood, am the strongest existence under the Heavenly Dao.

The way of heaven is not there, I am the way of heaven!

Do you really think you can win me with just a mere mortal thing? ”

The coercion erupted from its body like a tidal wave.

The oppressive force was enough to extinguish a star.

Even if all the demon gods and bad demons are combined, they are less than one-ten-thousandth of their power.

As said, he is the only one.

Integrating the truth, his strength is not just doubled.

Truth and falsehood are one set, and these two skills are the embodiment of two concepts.

If they are said to represent one-half of the characteristics of the Heavenly Dao.

Now, then, those who have obtained truth and falsehood are equal to the way of heaven.

Its power, even compared to the heyday of the Underworld, is not inferior.

No, even stronger.

Even if the creator god recovers in its heyday, it will never be able to withstand one of its moves.

Not to mention confrontation, if you stand in front of him, I'm afraid that coercion alone will be enough to crush the most elite gods.

However...

In the face of such a turbulent and vigorous coercion, so dense, it is like the power of the demon gods in the deep sea.

Zheng Qian was like a spring breeze, not moving at all.

"Then try."

That's the end of the short conversation.

Get out of the way.

With a hula, Zheng Gan's back suddenly spread sixteen pairs of wide wings.

Unlike the previous metallic wings.

It was sixteen pairs of angelic wings.

If you look closely at each fallen feather, you can see the thriving city in it.

"It's ......"

Be terribly alarmed.

Every feather of him is a nascent plane?!

How is this possible?!

Difficult... Could it be ......

"It can't !!"

With a loud shout, he rushed at a speed beyond the light, and slammed his fist into Zheng Qian's smiling face.

……

"Total casualties of the troops, 60%!"

"There are only five of the magic reactors left!"

"The old legions have been wiped out!"

The announcer sounded the hysterical alarm.

The third elder couldn't bear the pressure anymore, and stepped forward and shouted to Situ Xing: "We can't hold on anymore!" ”

However, looking at the big screen, instead of hesitation and anxiety in Situ Xing's eyes, his face was full of expectation: "Just hold on for a little longer." ”

The third elder was taken aback: "What do you mean?" Do you still have a chance of winning in this situation? ”

"Nope." Situ Xing shook his head: "I'm not sure." ”

"Then why are you ......?"

"But I have hope!"

Looking at Situ Xing's determined eyes, the three elders suddenly seemed to understand something.

…

"Vomit, ahh!!hh

On the battlefield, Zheng Sepi suddenly let out a miserable scream.

A bad demon broke through the knife formation from an unknown angle and bit his left hand.

Suddenly, blood gushed from between his teeth.

The devil burst into laughter with excitement.

"It's numb!" Crushing his head with the handle of a knife, Zheng Sepi fell to his knees in pain.

"How are you?!" Cutcher stepped forward to help, only to find that his left hand was still connected with a layer of skin, and it seemed that he could no longer save it.

But Zheng Sepi ignored it and struggled to get up: "! Zheng Qian is in place, help them hold on a little longer! ”

Kacher was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what he meant: "Ang, I understand!! ”

With that, the two of them both put on a posture.

It was supposed to be a life-saving skill, but at this moment, the two of them used it without any hesitation.

In an instant, the speed of the seventeen war knives increased dramatically, and the thunder light composed was as fast as the speed of light.

Kaczeski relied only on his body, and each punch could faintly shatter the space around his body.

The torrential rain of knives and fists and feet brought a carpet bombardment to the entire front line.

The demons fell in pieces like wheat.

With this move alone, the two slaughtered nearly 300,000 bad demons.

……………………