"The sacred fire of the gods, the seal of the gods, in my name, praise the supreme power of the gods, in my name, please honor the supreme power, the wrath of the gods. "The Black Stone has been obtained, and all the gods of the Black Stone Tribe have sacrificed their lives.

Even though he was a stone and had the same grief inexplicably, these were his children, and none of them escaped from the battle, not even vigorous.

In this endless god world, there are countless gods who sacrifice every day, and the black stone has long been used to it, and at this moment, he can only do his best to exile the three evil gods in the turbulent flow of time and space.

If he could use the power of his Blackstone tribe to banish and destroy the three evil gods, then their sacrifice would definitely be worth it.

The wrath of the gods is the last forbidden law left to him by the Hung God Venerable, which can destroy all time and space and annihilate the endless law.

At this moment, he could only hope that he could succeed, and sure enough, the wrath of the gods was shattered again, and the time and space that was about to be restored were about to be restored.

The bodies of the three evil gods exuded, endless fear fluctuations, barely resisting the attack power of the Celestial Fury, and the vortex suction of the turbulence of time and space.

Time and space cracked and slowly recovered, back and forth stalemate, and the balance of victory tilted little by little towards the three evil gods.

Even though Black Stone has a peerless Dao heart, he can't help but feel a little desperate, he really tried his best, but the power of the Great Evil God is always stronger than him, this is an indisputable fact.

At this time, he couldn't help but pray in his heart to the Hong God Venerable, and ask the God Venerable to descend his power, favor the gods, and get rid of these three evil gods.

Yang Jiao, who originally wanted to take the black spirit dust with him and carry out a strategic transfer, suddenly felt a strong call and looked at the calm sky.

Looking at the black stone that was about to fail in the distance, Yang Jiao gritted his teeth, sacrificed the god-killing spear, and said secretly: Lao Tzu must be crazy, his grandmother's, dead eggs are facing the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years.

This god-killing spear was not enough to give him confidence and slaughter the Great Evil God, but when Dao Ancestor divided the treasure in Zixiao Palace, he took the Treasure Dividing Rock, and Dao Ancestor instructed him to keep it well.

He felt that it was inappropriate, and although he returned it to Dao Ancestor in the end, how existed Dao Ancestor was, he was the biggest rich man in the desolate world.

He was compensated with a treasure, which was inconvenient to see at the time, but later returned to Kunlun to know that it was the stem of the green lotus that gave birth to the great god of Pangu.

Moreover, automatically fused with his godkiller spear and became his real killer, although he still can't fully exert the peerless edge of the godkiller spear at the moment.

However, at this moment, the three evil gods are firmly sucked and unable to move, and they are lined up in a row, such a perfect posture, it is estimated that they will not think twice, do not make a vote, and their beliefs are not accessible.

With the sharpness of the god-killing spear, Yang Jiao believed that he would definitely be able to stab one to death, or three to death, in short, this deal would be a sure success, and it could also avenge Hei Lingchen's parents and clansmen.

Holding the god-killing spear tightly in his right hand, he condensed the body of the god-killing spear with his mind, and aimed at the three evil gods with his mind, he knew that his throw might create a world record in the world of gods.

Standing on the ground with his right foot, his left foot raised, and holding the god-killing spear in his right hand, he threw a graceful arc in the posture of a standard bidding spear and shot towards the three evil gods.

The four gods who were fighting above all turned a blind eye to the spears projected by Yang Jiao, after all, no one would care about the toys thrown by children.

However, the ending is always so unexpected, with three sounds of "poof", the first string of evil god meat skewers in the world of gods was born in this inconspicuous place.

"Uh, ho-ho. "The purple-black mist emanated from the three evil gods, but it was swallowed up by the god-killing spear at all.

However, in a matter of moments, the three fierce and monstrous evil gods did not even report their names, and they were absorbed by the god-killing spear.

Not only was Yang Jiao stunned by this scene, but even the self-proclaimed well-informed old stone felt incredible, what kind of existence the Great Evil God was.

Every great evil god, even if it is put in the desolate world, it is also a giant, and now three have died so silently.

Blinking her eyes and letting her tears slide down at will, Hei Lingchen even forgot to cry, such an anti-god thing made her extremely stunned.

In her memory, there were only the terrifying words of the great evil gods taught by her parents, and now, the three evil gods who didn't even come out of the waves died like this, making her worldview collapse.

The old stone's nerves were about to go out of sorts, and at this moment, except for the groove, he was really speechless and asked Cangtian, what the hell was going on.

He was ready to be martyred, who knew that in the blink of an eye, the enemy was dead, and the method of death was unheard of.

Just when everyone was surprised, the old stone screamed, "Help, I don't want to wander alone in time and space." ”

It turned out that everyone was in a daze, but the fragmentation of time and space did not stop, and all the gods of the Blackstone tribe had not completely fallen, and they were all struggling in the space of the old stone.

Now that the enemy is dead, they don't need to be completely sacrificed to fall, although all of them have fallen sharply, but they have retained their lives, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

Yang Jiao's mind moved, and the god-killing spear swiped in the space one after another, and a square absolute space was formed, enveloping the old stone.

With the help of the sharpness of the god-killing spear, he penetrated the somewhat scattered space, and returned to the god world after breaking through the void.

There was a loud bang, and the old stone body shrank to ten zhang in size and fell to the ground, and the gods of the Black Stone tribe all supported each other and walked out of the back door of the old stone.

Seeing their unusual appearance, Yang Jiao's brows jumped, but remembering that he was also the one who walked through the back door, his brows couldn't help jumping.

At this time, he was very worried, because the godkiller spear absorbed too much energy, he didn't dare to touch it, if it surged into his body in an instant, it was estimated that he would be exploded.

At this time, Heiling Mountain, leading all the gods of the Black Stone tribe, knelt down in front of Yang Jiao, and worshipped, "Hei Ling Mountain, the patriarch of the Black Stone Tribe, and the gods of the whole clan, worship the God of Thanks." ”

Yang Jiao heard the words and said, "Uncle Lingshan, what are you doing here, I am a friend of Ling'er, and I haven't thanked you for taking you in, you hurry up, you are also righteous gods, you have so many courtesies, and the younger generations are terrified." ”

After speaking, Yang Jiao hurriedly stepped forward to help Hei Lingshan up, and said, "Uncle Lingshan doesn't have to be so polite, if you didn't try your best to suppress them, I wouldn't have a chance to kill them, our efforts are the same, don't talk about kindness and the like." ”

At this time, the old stone looked at Yang Jiao with strange eyes, and asked, "Child, what kind of artifact did you use just now, and it is so powerful?"

Yang Jiao said, "This is my natal supernatural power, called the Divine Killer Spear." ”

"The god-killing spear is a bit interesting, good boy, you must cultivate well, perhaps, the next god will be you." The old stone muttered to himself, and no one knew what he had said but him.