Qing Han slashed the old woman's heart, and she quickly lost her breath, and her supporting arm hung weakly and slumped on his shoulder.

Before the red curtain hit the ground, it sharply retracted and turned into a red lotus, floating above her head and slowly spinning.

Every time it rotates, a thread of red thread comes out of the old woman's mouth and enters the lotus heart of the red lotus.

In this way, the corpse is more illusory, and the red lotus is more vivid.

When she was absorbed most of it, her half-illusory body suddenly collapsed and turned into a speckled red mist, and the speed of the red lotus was also fast to the limit.

After absorbing all the red mist, it circulated red, and its whole body was extremely bright, floating on the cold chest.

A smell of blood hit his nose, Qing Han first held his breath, and then twitched his nose to sniff lightly, the smell was actually sweet.

Qing Han stretched out his hand and touched it slightly, and his fingers were instantly burned and a water bubble appeared, and at the same time, a white mist was emitted with a popping sound.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he pursed his thin lips and glanced around.

When he turned his head again, he stared at the red lotus on his chest, his eyebrows were high and low, and his lip line was immediately tilted by three points.

At this moment, a long rainbow came from all directions, fell to the ground before and after, and immediately appeared in shape.

There were dozens of people, both dressed and looked, exactly like the old man before.

"Bring that red lotus, this thing is not something you can have. ”

Qing Han followed the sound past the others, and his gaze fell on one of them, whose aura was different from the others.

"It turns out that there is still an incarnation of divine thoughts, so I will say that there is a divine monarch, and even divine thoughts are reluctant to separate a trace. ”

Almost all of them's complexions changed, and they all looked at the embodiment of divine thought that had always been calm.

He glanced at Qing Han carefully, and then observed the surroundings, his face became colder and colder, and he said in a deep voice:

"This god has seen the immortal power in you, and I also feel a trace of the breath of the Divine Seal of Misery!"

With a wave of his sleeves, the bodies of others collapsed, turning into marks and white mist.

"Even if there are some extraordinary things, you are reckless enough, and even more stupid!"

The white mist rolled and contracted into a piece, and the imprints quickly merged into one.

The only mark white light flickered, and after absorbing all the white mist, the surrounding divine light shone.

The Doom Divine Mind spread out his palm, and the mark disappeared in a flash, and the next moment it appeared in the palm of his hand, and he raised his hand and pressed it vigorously on the center of his eyebrows.

The momentum on his body rose sharply, reaching a rather terrifying height, causing Qing Han's gaze to condense slightly.

In his hand, he condensed a handful of dust that had almost turned into a physical body, and a tortoise shell engraved with strange runes, both of which were filled with strange light.

He had already taken Qing Han enough weight to come forward in person, not to mention, and as soon as he made a move, he attributed all the power of the incarnation to his body.

"One blow from this god is the power of drying, I don't know if you can resist one or two. ”

This person used a whisk of dust like a wave, and three golden rays of light swung in front of him, and then they fused with each other, turning into a pale golden rune that emitted a strange aura.

With a flick of his wrist, the god of doom gently brushed the dust towards the rune, and the rune was twisted and deformed, and then shattered and gushed light.

A little golden streamer spread, and after a while, it was densely covered in the sky, forming an overwhelming golden net, flying towards Qinghan's place.

The golden net contains an incomparably strange power, you can only see it flowing continuously, the wind will stagnate in contact with it, the smoke and dust will turn into black ash mixed with water vapor and solidify, even if the light comes into contact with it, it will lose its color and turn into gray marks......

Until this heaven and earth, apart from the red lotus and the golden light, Qing Han could no longer see any other existence.

Qing Han's eyes flashed, and he swung out three four-colored sword lights and went straight to the sky, and in an instant, they touched each other with the golden streamer.

However, instead of breaking the net, it turned into three ink marks and remained in the sky, and the golden net penetrated the ink marks without hindrance.

The speed suddenly increased, heading straight for him and the Red Lotus.

Qing Han frowned, stretched out his hand to the center of his eyebrows, turned into a little bit of four-colored streamer, rolled the Xuanjian and the red lotus, and went straight to the gap between the golden net.

Seeing this, Du Er shook his head slightly, and there were words in his mouth, and the golden points of light flickered together, and the gap between the golden nets suddenly healed.

At this time, it is not like a big net, but more like a dome collapsing, splitting the head and covering the face.

Seeing that this approach could not be rushed, the four-color streamers converged with each other and turned into a cold appearance.

At the same time, the dome was pressed down, and his face became a little ugly, and he picked up the black sword and plunged it upside down.

The dome was directly through the tip of the sword and directly buckled on top of Qing Han's head.

An irresistible force pressed down from above, and Qing Han fell down from mid-air, and the dome pressing on his body kept getting smaller.

His body kept shifting between decay and normality, and even the spiritual power and the immortal power in his body stopped working.

There was an earth-shattering loud bang, and a bottomless pit was smashed into the ground, and the big cover was still pressing on Qing Han's body.

Even if he incarnates as a streamer, he still can't get rid of this shackle.

Qing Han clearly felt that this thing not only locked his body and soul, but also continued to absorb his vitality.

Du Er's body shook and appeared on the edge of the Qianzhang deep pit, looked down for a while, and said coldly:

"As a mortal, you first destroyed the projection of the god, took away the mark of the god, and then took the thought of the god immortal, you have done a very good job. ”

He raised the dust in his hand and entered the crook of his arm, and the red lotus on Qing Han's side floated, turning into a red light that penetrated the golden cover, shuttled straight upward, and landed in the palm of Du Er's hand.

"But you're too self-conscious, the true god is not an existence that can be blasphemed!"

Du's gaze passed through the slowly rotating red lotus in his hand, and he seemed to see the phantom of a young woman within.

She closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her lips pursed slightly, and the sweet fragrance seeped out from the inside out, but it couldn't hide the lifeless taste.

Du Er's eyes narrowed into a line, the two eye sockets were like river mussels, and the folds on his face were rolled up layer by layer, showing a rare smile.

"That's it, you are also struggling at this time, this god is the god of Nandou Tianshu, no longer curing you of blasphemy, relieving your suffering, and sending you back!"

With that, the golden lid shrank dramatically, and finally shrunk to the size of a fingernail.

With a hook of his fingers, the gold cover trembled slightly, but then calmed down.

His brows furrowed, and he spread out his palms and hooked upwards, no matter how he drove his divine thoughts, the golden cover didn't even move this time.

Du Er's face was shocked, and then the gold cover, which had shrunk to the size of a fingernail, gradually expanded, and returned to its previous size.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know what the avatar who had been absorbed by Qing Han had seen.

Watari stretched out his two fingers to the center of his eyebrows, and the imprint of divine light appeared.

Then he grabbed the mark between his two fingers, swiped between his eyes and pressed it in, and two marks suddenly appeared in his eyes, moving slightly to replace the pupils.

A strange glint in his eyes flickered, and his gaze penetrated the golden cover and glanced inward.

The longer he looked at it, the more ugly his face became.

The folds that were piled together gradually loosened and then tightened and straightened.

The pupil imprint gradually shrinks to the size of a needle's eye.

The color of horror clung to it and spread again.

At the end, he screamed!

"What is this! The old man has never ......."

Before the words fell, there was a sound from below, but the pit was too deep, and it was a little ethereal all the way to collide and absorb and disperse.

"Sealing the Pole Leads to Evil ......"

The aura contained in this voice was so strange that it could not only pass through the golden cover, but it was also impossible to tell what the source of the doom was.

"Sword Lock Heavy Abyss ......"