The call of brothers, the wailing of relatives, are all failures.

The Lord of Devouring is hard-hearted, or rather inhuman, and this way cannot impress him at all. The action of throwing Yang Zimo into his mouth did not hesitate at all. When the light flashed, it disappeared into the black hole in the mouth.

"Yang Zimo!"

Yang Jian exclaimed, his eyes were about to split, this nephew he already knew, although he hadn't met properly, but he had actually secretly seen it many times. In his heart, this is the most important person, and at this moment, how can he not be surprised.

With the ability of the Lord of Devouring, the Supreme is swallowed into the mouth, and it is also instantly decomposed and digested, not to mention that Yang Zimo is only in the realm of the Immortal King, and the moment he enters it, I am afraid that it will be gone...... Gone forever.

Flesh and blood, in pain, without hesitation, immediately rushed towards the Lord of Devouring.

"Get out of the way!"

With a soft drink, Li Qinglian waved her hand, and a blue light flashed, opening up Yang Jian, Sanqing Daoren and others, the sword light was cold, leisurely, and turned into a magnificent green lotus, one after another, like the fragrance of flowers overflowing the heavens and the earth, flying to the four corners of the universe.

All efforts are useless, he is benevolent and righteous, and there is no need to delay any longer. And at this moment, no one came to stop him anymore.

The sword is like a storm, condensed into a bunch, and the world is dark, only the Qinglian Sword Song seems to break through the clouds and the sun, illuminating for nine days.

At this moment, the Lord of Devouring felt a great danger, and a pair of eyes stared at Li Qinglian. The four arms were opened, the two mouths were angry, and the immeasurable heaven and earth vitality rushed out, rushing into the mouth. The flesh on the face is beating, and the lines are flashing in it, which is extraordinary.

A pair of fleshy wings spread, growing longer and bigger, flying across the galaxy, flying across the sky and sea, and everywhere they passed, the devouring dao patterns overflowed, overflowing the sky, and everything that was contaminated was swallowed, whether it was stars or stardust.

Li Qinglian hung high in the sky, her eyes looked down, and there was an indescribable meaning in her eyes when she looked at the Devouring Lord, and after a while, she sighed lightly: "It's a pity!"

Immediately, the three-foot bronze sword in his hand moved, and the sword light was cold, as if the vast cold autumn moon fell from the sky and killed the Lord of Devouring. In an instant, it was like a comet hitting the sun, the stone broke through the sky, and the sword light hit the Devouring Lord, directly piercing.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the Devouring Lord's huge body split apart, turning into countless fragments and floating in all directions. The flesh and blood are churning, stretching for thousands of miles like a sea of stars and blood, which is extremely terrifying.

The sea of blood churned, and it did not stop, it was torn apart again, turning into billions and running in all directions.

Unexpectedly, he didn't die, and the Lord of Devouring took Li Qinglian's sword in a special instinctive way. Incarnate countless parts, unleashing the life and power that have been devoured for so many years, blocking this sword.

At this moment, all the pieces of flesh and blood were clones, and their true true spirits were hidden in one of them. This is a way to escape with a lot of vitality, but for the Lord of Devouring, it is not a big problem, as long as he is given time, a very short time, he can fully recover through the power of devouring.

For him, it is not only flesh and blood that can be used as a source of nutrition and energy, but also stars. The stars with their vast energy can be a source of his recovery.

Under ordinary circumstances, this method of escaping for his life would naturally be a wonderful use, but unfortunately, he was facing Li Qinglian at the moment, an extreme monk.

The discerning eyes swept over, and the power of creation swept horizontally, and in an instant, he found the location of the true spirit, and he stepped on the clear light and chased after it. The Qinglian Sword sang and danced, shooting countless sword lights, killing the flying flesh and blood.

The Devouring Lord sensed great danger, and immediately urged the flesh and blood from all sides to rush towards it, flying towards the sword light. Its instinct makes it feel that it is in great danger, and it is impossible to escape, but the instinct of the beast is that as long as it is not dead, it will never give up.

Flesh and blood soared, resisting countless sword lights, but in the end they were still hit.

With a scream, the piece of true spirit flesh and blood was knocked far away, and in the circle, all the flesh and blood flew in, re-condensed, and turned into the appearance of the Devouring Lord again.

All four arms were wounded, blood was spitting from the mouth, and more than half of the flesh and beard were broken. The attack of the Extreme Dao monk was terrifying.

But this appearance also makes everyone sigh, this monster is really too strong. He is also God, and other Gods, even the Lord of Judgment, are not comparable to him.

"See?

Li Qinglian sighed lightly: "He is really a special existence, and he may threaten the Extreme Dao." ”

Half-way monks, without the help of the Chaos Treasure, it is already a miracle that they can do this. Don't talk about others, even Fuxi back then can't.

Chen Pan was silent, unable to say anything, what he had just done made the Devouring Lord even stronger.

Looking at the devouring lord who was injured, Li Qinglian did not relent, and urged the three-foot bronze sword again, and the blue light condensed, turning into a cyan lotus bud. The white horse passed through the gap, traveled through time and space, and directly hit the Lord of Devouring.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the huge body was torn apart, turning into countless pieces, a pool of flesh and blood.

He's dead......

There was an inexplicable pain in everyone's hearts, the Lord of Devouring was dead, which also meant that Yang Fanhai no longer existed.

"Not yet!"

Chen Weiming in the Pangu Axe Seal suddenly said: "The Devouring Dao Pattern did not come out!"

The people here are more or less related to Yang Fanhai or Tan Jun, and if they care, they are chaotic, but he is the only one who has become the most sober. The flesh and blood are still there, and the Devouring Dao Pattern has not appeared, indicating that the Devouring Lord is still there.

Li Qinglian also saw it, condensed the sword light again, and killed the pool of flesh and blood.

"Whew!"

With a loud scream, the Devouring Dao Pattern surfaced, rolling up the flesh and blood, and turning into its original appearance again. Although the injuries were more serious, they were not dead after all.

As soon as he recovered his body, he was hit by the sword light again, and turned into a pool of flesh and blood again, and his breath decayed, but it has not disappeared yet.

Between the Devouring Dao patterns, the flesh and blood condensed, and it turned into the appearance of the Devouring Lord.

Such vitality surprised everyone, but Yang Jian was in tears and trembling. This time and again, the flesh and blood means that Yang Zimo will never be again.

"Whew!"

The Lord of Devouring looked up to the sky and roared, he was unwilling, after so many generations, he had never been as powerful as in this life. He is so close to the extreme, so close to breaking fate.

He was unwilling, he felt that the aura of the existence that killed him every generation had changed, but he didn't expect that in this life, there would be another such powerful existence to make a move.

Li Qinglian had no pity, and without hesitation, she urged Qinglian Sword Song to kill again. He knew better how serious the consequences would be if he relieved the Devouring Lord.

The sword light struck, and the Devouring Lord shattered again, leaving countless flesh and blood.

Devouring the Dao pattern surrounds, condensing the body again.

When everyone sighed at the tenacity of the monster's vitality, they suddenly found that this time the situation was actually different from before. No longer one, but two.

"Ahh

Two voices sounded at the same time, actually fighting for flesh and blood. When the flesh and blood were condensed, one was huge, ugly and hideous as the Devouring Lord, while the other smaller figure was with hands and feet, in the form of a human.

"Give me back my son's flesh and blood!"

With a roar, the flesh and blood in the form of a humanoid form slammed directly into the Devouring Lord.