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The main god of Danu fights against the evil eye god of death, but it is the demon cover godpower, and Baror, who easily defeated the strong enemy, looked up to the sky and smiled, and the rainbow sword, one of the four treasures of the Danu god clan, can only be inserted diagonally on the earth, and Nuadhu, who was shot by the evil eye demon light of Balor, has a weak breath and looks like a dead man.

After a long time, Balor's laughter gradually stopped, he glanced at Nuadhu, and then walked towards the Hauni Sword, his huge palm held the hilt of the Hauni Sword, and in an instant, the seven-colored light bloomed on the long sword, forming a small enchantment outside the hilt, in order to block Balor's control, the Hauni Sword is worthy of the four treasures that the Danu Protoss came into being, even Balor couldn't break through this uncontrolled enchantment for a while, and after a long time, Balor became angry and angry, and finally got angry!

"Since you are not far away from surrendering to me, then you can ruin it!" the annoyed and angry Baror's right eye moved slightly, and he was about to open it.

"Hum!" As if feeling the malice on Balor's body, the already psychic rainbow sword kept vibrating, wanting to break away from Balor's control, but Balor's palm was holding the enchantment outside the hilt, allowing the enchantment to burn his palm and smoke, his complexion did not change in the slightest, one of the four treasures of the Danu God Clan, is it going to be destroyed under the evil eye of Balor today?

"Destroy it, Hauni Sword!" At the moment when the first ray of purple evil light was about to shoot out, a spear thousands of miles long flew out, so fast that even Barol could not dodge, and in the blink of an eye, the spear kicked Balol's body, and the huge force and rotation force actually left a hideous spinning piercing wound on Balol's body, and almost half of Balor's chest was covered by this big hole!

"Pasuran, are you finally unable to bear it?" Barol reached out and touched the wound hole in his chest, but he turned his head and said to the visitor without care, on the distant horizon, a yellow-skinned and white-haired old man could be seen walking slowly, his body size was only about one meter seven, coupled with the old hunchback, which made his figure even shorter, but with each step he took forward, his spine would straighten a point, and his body would also double, double, double, quadruple, Eight times, in the blink of an eye, the old man's waist was as tall as standing up to the sky, and his body had also skyrocketed to the size of thousands of miles, and standing in front of Balor was not inferior at all.

"Pasuran, I haven't seen you for a thousand years, and you're still so disgusting. Balor sneered, and the wound on his body pierced by the spear had healed in the blink of an eye: "What you say is awe-inspiring, but you are secretly playing tricks, when can you stand in front of me like a warrior and fight me, you will have the right to do my duty, and now you ...... It's not enough!"

"Balor, I haven't seen you for a thousand years, and you're still so disgusting. The old man named Pasulang said slowly: "The strategy is not insidious, victory is a qiē, whether it is your own strength or the strategy used, it is just a means to achieve victory, there is no difference between the two, some are just the result of victory or defeat!"

"Hmph, that's why you've been lurking in the shadows like a mouse, waiting for me and Nuadhu to lose both, and then come out to pick the fruits of victory, whether it's Nuadhu or the Danu Protoss, they are just pawns you use to consume my strength!" Barol snorted coldly: "But it's a pity, Nuadhu is not my opponent, and the Hauni Sword is not my opponent of the evil eye, your so-called strategy is based on the equal strength of me and Nuadhu, but unfortunately, you were wrong from the beginning!"

"yes, miscalculated. Pasuran glanced at Nuadhu, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in the distance: "Nuadu's strength is actually almost the same as yours, the reason why he was defeated in your hands so quickly is because he underestimated the power of your evil eye, when you and I fought a thousand years ago, although your evil eye was also very powerful, but it was definitely not as terrifying as it is now, and when you used the evil eye just now, I felt a terrifying breath, which should belong to the breath of the will of the world, so I made a bold guess, you ...... Got the World Fragment and melted into the Evil Eye!"

"Hahaha......" Balor laughed wildly: "Yes, my evil eye has merged with the fragments of the world, and now I am invincible in the world, because there is absolutely no one in this world who can resist my evil eye demon light!"

"Yes, but the more powerful the thing, the greater the use limit, your evil eye fuses with the world fragments to become the world-destroying demon eye with the power of the world, but the use limit should also be greatly increased!" Pasuran saw the muscles on Barol's face twitch slightly, and suddenly his heart must be: "So I guess that your evil eye either has a limit on the number of times it can be used, or it consumes a lot when using it, and now you ...... I guess I won't be able to use the Evil Eye anymore for a while!"

"That's right, I can't use the Evil Eye for the time being, but so what!" Balor nodded fearlessly and admitted: "Even without the help of the Evil Eye, my strength is the strongest in the world, Nuadhu has been defeated in my hands, you Pasulang, and that Nemid in the south of the continent are not my opponents, my Balor will dominate the continent just around the corner, and then I will get the position of the Supreme King, who else can disobey my will!"

"Alas, it seems that the problem cannot be solved. Pa Sulang sighed, only to see that his breathing suddenly became extremely slow, every breath made a roar like thunder, and the muscles of his body continued to repeat the steps of swelling and contraction with his breathing, and suddenly Pasu Lang shouted, like the violent breath of the ancient beast of the desolate wilderness emanating from his body, and for a while, the wind and clouds were broken, the air flow was dancing, and everything in a radius was difficult to survive!

"Haha, this is long overdue, Pasurang!" Barol laughed, he stretched out his hand and grasped it, and a long stick of pure black color fell into his hand, this long stick was about 20,000 miles long, about hundreds of miles thick, and the wind brought up between the swings pressed on the earth, leaving a series of canyon cracks that were thousands of miles long, and the first stick was swung down on Pasulang's head.

"Drink!" Pasuran shouted, stretched out his hand and beckoned to the spear that had just pierced Balor's body, the spear turned into a streamer and flew into his hand, and then he held it up with both hands, and struck it with the long stick that Barol swung, and suddenly the two of them shook their bodies, and they took a few steps backwards in unison, each step retreated thousands of miles away, leaving huge footprints on the ground, and it is conceivable that these footprints will be lakes in the future.

A moment later, the invisible sound wave burst from the place where the two spears and sticks collided, turning into an invisible sound blade that swept over a radius of tens of thousands of miles, fortunately, the Danu gods and the warriors of the Vermore tribe who were fighting were all away from this place before the battle, otherwise I am afraid that this sound blade alone would be enough to kill and injure more than half of them!

"Wild wolf stabs!" Pasuran let out a long roar, the spear in his hand spun and stabbed, the spinning spear was like a wild wolf that had been snooping for a long time and finally shot at its prey, pointing at the enemy's biggest flaw with the strongest attack, leaving no room for the opponent, just seeking to kill the enemy with one blow!

"Poof!" Balor didn't make the slightest defensive gesture, the spear pierced his heart very smoothly, and an inexplicable force spread out from the spear and diffused over the wound, this force temporarily blocked Balor's own strong self-healing ability, and then Pasurang tried to withdraw the spear with force in his hand, but at this moment Balor sneered, he ignored the spear that was still inserted in his heart, and the whole person took a step forward, endured the severe pain from the heart, and grabbed Pasulang's right arm holding the spear with his left hand.

"Then you won't be able to run, Pasuran!" Barol laughed wildly, his left hand was hard to prevent Pasuran from breaking free, his right hand reached above his right eye, and his thumb and index finger were put together, and he actually lifted his own right eyelid, revealing the evil eye that was evaluated by Pasurang as the 'Demon Eye of the World', and the uncontrollable evil eye magic light shot out, and the close Pasulan wanted to dodge, but was restricted by Balor's left arm, and this momentary pause cast his death.

"Ahh

"Pasurang, you're finally dead, hahaha......" Balor looked at the puddle of flesh on the ground that belonged to Pasurang and laughed wildly for a moment, suddenly his body trembled, his legs were weak and he fell to the ground, he struggled for a long time to get up again, but finally found that it was useless, after a long time, Barol sighed: "Alas, the evil eye that fused with the fragments of the world consumes too much, but finally solved Pasulang, although it may take a few hundred years to recuperate, but it is worth it!"

Seeing that the battle on the main battlefield was over, the gods of Danu and the warriors of the Fermore tribe stopped fighting together, and the gods of Danu found that their main god still had a breath, so they hurriedly sent the main god with the broken arm to the god of medicine Dean Kehitt for treatment, while the warriors of the Fermore tribe helped Balor to the throne, and then carried the throne back to the deep sea.

Just as the two sides had left, the puddle of flesh that Pasuran had turned into changed, and a blood-colored brilliance flew out of the flesh, and this brilliance rolled up the spear used by Pasurang, and flew westward without anyone noticing, and disappeared hundreds of millions of miles away in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Xuan Fantasy, who was among the tribes of the Faberg people in the south of the continent, suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if there was a voice in his heart telling him that a great opportunity had come, but whether he could get it still needed to find it himself, and it was precisely because he believed in what he felt in his heart that Xuan Fantasy said goodbye to Nemid and Fetan, and followed the direction of feeling alone to find the opportunity that only belonged to him.