The lightning between heaven and earth was blazing like a tide, but at this moment there was no sound, which was enough to be so dull that people vomited blood.

It was only when the oppressive atmosphere was pushed to a climax that the loud bang really spread.

The miserable white thunder light shone on the world, and it also illuminated the figure that had been pierced by the holy spear.

This scene unfolds like a long mythological poem, but in this world, it is absolutely unimaginable taboos and nightmares.

Odin is dead!

The god-king who existed in the primeval era was kicked off the altar and pierced his heart with a spear, all the way through the ground, and finally crucified to the concrete floor.

Even the weapon used to carry out the trial was Odin's exclusive holy spear, Kungunir.

Odin is a god-king who holds the lives of thousands of living beings, and his holy spear, Kungunir, can penetrate the fate of all living beings, and even Odin himself cannot escape.

I have to say, it's really a travesty.

The shadows wailed in unison, as if they were crying and shouting, their bodies stretched in twists and turns, like wild snakes dancing.

Lu Mingfei couldn't bear it anymore, he knelt on one knee, gasping violently, he had reached the end of the crossbow, if it weren't for the blessing of the will of the Hades, he would have died at this moment.

The wind and rain were blazing like a frenzied tide, carrying the electric light in the sky, like thousands of angels roaring, the world trembled violently, and there was a grand mourning music resounding in the dark, as if it was launching a death ritual for the fallen god king.

Xia Mi's expression became solemn.

This was by no means Odin's funeral for himself, this Nibelungen was the domain of Odin, and now with the death of the other party, this world has been violently disturbed.

Gotta get out of here! Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable!

The shadows were also in great terror, which made them feel the fear of being dominated by Odin again, and they were even more crazy under this catastrophe.

Many black shadows looked at Lu Mingfei with their pair of dazzling golden pupils, until they finally turned into a golden frenzy, they stared at Lu Mingfei, and their eyes could not hide the bloodthirstiness and hideousness.

Although the boy killed their master, the other party was also seriously weakened, and now is not their chance!

As long as they can devour the boy, everything will be transformed, including their fate.

Although these dark shadows have been reduced to a sane Deadpool, they still have hot dragon blood flowing through them, a burning desire for violent bloodlust, enough to burn through anything, including themselves.

They had already turned into evil ghosts who had sunk into the abyss, and they would naturally covet Lu Mingfei, and they wanted to eat the boy completely.

But they didn't kill it immediately, although Lu Mingfei was very weak, but he still exuded that terrible aura on his body, and wait, this boy would become their food sooner or later.

And Chu Tianjiao was not as shocked as Lu Mingfei.

The man was already extremely weak, although the dragon bloodline level was not as good as Lu Mingfei, but it was also a rare delicacy for the black shadows, these black shadows were ecstatic, especially Chu Tianjiao was still carrying the black box that made them crazy.

Since they can't take Lu Mingfei for the time being, these black shadows plan to wait for the opportunity to Chu Tianjiao first, and when they eat the other party completely, it is officially time to enjoy Lu Mingfei.

Roar, roar, roar!

The black shadows roared, and they rushed towards Chu Tianjiao with all their madness.

", I really pinch Lao Tzu as a soft persimmon, come on, smash your head for you!"

Chu Tianjiao looked at the black frenzy that came again, and scolded viciously on the spot, which was no different from the street gangsters.

Picking up the black suitcase, the black shadow surging in the front row is a slam shot.

For a while, the crackling sound was endless.

Chu Zihang looked at Chu Tianjiao, who was scolding in the black shadow frenzy, and thought to himself, just a guy like you, still disguised as a prodigal yuppie abroad, aren't you a proper bastard, even if you have a lot of identities before, it is also a disguise, your essence is a gangster, you are a guy who likes to eat spicy chicken wings and braised large intestines.

The golden pupils bloomed brightly, and the realm of the Spirit of Words and Monarch Flame swept open again.

This flame realm has doubled from the original diameter of two meters, the blazing heat is swirling, the wind and rain are vaporized, and the black and red air currents are surging wildly at the edge of the realm of the Jun Flame unfolding, like countless long snakes dancing, despite the torrential rain, the bodies of those black shadows were ignited one after another, and soon turned into charcoal-like dust.

Chu Zihang seemed to be standing in the center of a fiery altar, and his whole person was full of majesty.

But the power of this kind of realm is still not enough, if he wants to save Chu Tianjiao, he must cross a range of 100 meters, and the speed must be fast, according to this speed, when he really rushes there, Chu Tianjiao is likely to have been severely injured to death.

Chu Zihang kept urging Jun Yan, and a sharp pain came from his mind, as if a nerve was being pulled to the limit, under this intense pain, Jun Yan's unfolding realm couldn't help but become disordered.

He knew that he had reached his true limit, and if he continued to force his way to a higher level, he would inevitably cause himself to collapse.

But if he didn't continue to explode more intensely, Chu Tianjiao could only be drowned in the frenzy and die.

How could he watch the other party die!

Oh, yes! How could he!

Just when Chu Zihang was about to break out forcefully and desperately, a strong wind struck, and another realm was stimulated at this moment.

A powerful high-level spirit was released, and tons of oxygen were violently pumped out.

Chu Zihang subconsciously turned around and looked, and was stunned.

The girl was lifted by the wind, hanging in the air, her long skirt was like a cloud, her long hair was fluttering like a waterfall, her red lips were softly chanting a certain spirit, like an angel singing a hymn, and her eyes were surging with golden light.

Xia Mi at this moment is very beautiful, so that people almost dare not look directly, as if they are afraid that the girl's glamorous light will shine into their hearts, and they have no resistance.

At this moment, Xia Mi is like the daughter of the Wind King, unfolding a terrible storm.

The black-red air snake, the scorching charcoal ash, and the violent wind and rain around him all rose at the call of Natsumi, and immediately rotated at high speed around the other party, the girl was like a dancing elf, and the long skirt was like a rose blooming, beautiful.

Chu Tianjiao, who was in the distance, looked at the scene of Xia Mi's inspiring speech, like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, and the more she watched, the more satisfied she became.

However, Chu Tianjiao suddenly thought that it would be easy for Xia Mi to float in the air like this, and if he was seen by the people below, wouldn't it be a big loss.

However, when Chu Tianjiao saw that Xia Mi was his son Chu Zihang, he immediately laughed with relief, "Oh, it turned out to be Zihang, that's fine." ”

Chu Zihang didn't have the slightest charm in his mind, but looked at Xia Mi in a daze, and it wasn't until this moment that he personally realized Xia Mi's terrible, although the girl's body was as light as snow, it gave people a shock like a mountain and a mountain.

Xia Mi lowered his head and reached out to touch Chu Zihang's face.

The latter subconsciously wanted to lean back to dodge, and the girl's voice sounded at this moment, which could not be refused.

"Stand still, don't move, I'll move myself."

Chu Zihang's ghost was like a god, and he really didn't move at this moment.

The Spirit of Words: The Pupil of the Wind King! Erupt!

In an instant, the storm carried a torrent of flames and tons of oxygen fused at high speed, turning into a brilliant blazing light, a huge fire tornado capable of burning mountains and seas.

This is the interweaving of two words and spirits, and it is a perfect match made in heaven.

The brilliant fiery fire tornado pushed out horizontally, like a huge sharp cone, advancing all the way like a broken bamboo, and the black shadow frenzy was directly penetrated, revealing a long spiral passage.

The passage was filled with black ashes, like a blazing black snow, but it was not snow, it was ash, the ashes of the black shadows.