Raguil was not the first twelve-winged archangel to die at the hands of the demon sword, before him, there were already two comrades who were one step ahead of him to reincarnation, or rather, they couldn't even do it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, the twelve-winged archangel, who was closest to the main god in their hearts, realized that the so-called rumor that they could get eternal life after death by believing in the main god was really just a lie.

The LORD was afraid. With a living example in front of him, how could he not help but not be afraid? Killing the Twelve-Winged Angel, he could do it, and he could do it very easily. But what he didn't expect was, how could he succeed with one move?

One move, it really only takes one move.

Jehovah then discovered that the world was big, big, but his eyes were not as big as the world, so many times he could not see far. Only now did I realize that I was just a frog at the bottom of the well.

Escaping could not be more humiliating for him, the main god. If he puts his life and face together, I'm afraid he really has to think about it and leave this place that is not very right.

"In any case, this god is also the world master of the past world, how can he die so easily? Hmph, I don't believe it, how many times can you use this kind of sword technique! This god is leaving, how can you stop it!" Thinking in his heart, Yahweh's thoughts have changed from how to get the demon knife in his hands to how to leave quickly without moving.

The demon knife, good is good, and you have to have a life to enjoy.

Jehovah's form was frozen in mid-air, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move a single bit.

The murderous aura of the demon knife had been separated by a long distance, directly locking him in.

"No, no!" The eyes were almost bursting out of their sockets, but Jehovah's body was still not able to move a minute. His hands and feet were no longer obedient, and he couldn't even move.

Not only Jehovah, but even tens of thousands of angels who came to the city, could not even flap their wings. The whole sky, covered with snow-white wings, freezes into a strange picture.

The people below, whether it is Li Jiancheng, Red Boy, Black Wind Demon King, or Pengbei Demon King, all have solemn faces, and they seem to be faintly worried inside, only Hill alone has a slight smile on his face, and even nodded slightly.

In the dark cabin, the old man's fingers flicked on the demonic scimitar for the second time. The old skin collided with the cold blade, and there was still only the sound it had ever made.

"Buzz!"

This time, it was no longer a single knife, but a series of tens of thousands of terrifying knife qi erupted from the hut. The terrifying sword qi did not smash this small hut, but directly penetrated the hut and rushed into the sky according to an extremely mysterious method.

"Ten thousand knives are unbeatable. The old man's mouth repeated such a mantra-like sentence.

Ten thousand swords, the result of ten thousand sword qi in the air, except for the splash of blood, there is no other possibility.

The group of people on the ground couldn't even see the corpses falling, and all the angels who were hit by the sword qi were all smashed to pieces, and at most there was only a little bit of blood, which shot out at the moment when the corpse turned into powder.

The others didn't know, but Hill knew that the old man's knife had become more and more ruthless and powerful.

His thoughts had returned to the time when he had fought the last battle in the Pengbei Mountains. At that time, the knife in the old man's hand could only cut out four knives at most. Those four swords were enough to pose a serious threat to the Heavenly Dao Saints.

Ten thousand knives, and four knives, are definitely not quantitative concepts. Maybe these ten thousand knives are not all powerful and powerful, but Hill felt that the old man had succeeded.

It's not that he got rid of the shackles of the cycle of life and death, but that he finally walked out of his own way.

The Way to Kill.

Being able to stand on its own means that the path taken by the old man is not the same as the path taken by the past owner of the demon knife, otherwise, this way of killing will definitely not become his own way.

To become a path by killing, it is natural to kill countless people in order to perfect their own path. The tens of thousands of angels are just the souls of the old man who are used for preliminary sacrifice.

Ten thousand knives are unparalleled, miserable!

Jehovah is not dead. How could he, who had faintly surpassed the peak quasi-saint, die so easily? In his heart, there was more or less the stubbornness of a master supporting him.

"Are you stubborn and unwilling to die? Is it reluctant, or is it fear?" The sword qi in the sky was exhausted, leaving only a sword qi. In fact, Jehovah's body has already been destroyed by tens of thousands of sword qi and cannot be destroyed anymore.

"The world has never needed liars who deceive the world. Perfect heaven will always exist only in a relatively perfect world, and it will not be here. Take your dreams of heaven with you, LORD, and hit the road. The scimitar in the old man's hand slowly fell, and correspondingly, the sword qi in the sky, which had always remained high, also fell at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Has the crisis been lifted?" In the distance, Mu Ran looked at this sword qi, and suddenly had an urge to try it in his heart. It wasn't a whim, but I felt a sense of excitement that I hadn't seen in a long time.

Suddenly, Mu Ran's heart tightened, as if something was being held tightly. It wasn't painful, but it always made him feel an indescribable sense of unease.

"After all, can't I let go of everything in peace, and then leave in peace?" The self-deprecating tone remained in place, there was no trace of Mu Ran here for a long time, and I could only vaguely feel a quaint atmosphere and stay.

Xiao Roland is not a mediocre talent, how can a person who can be looked down upon by Mu Ran be extremely mediocre?

It is said that the blood clan needs to rely on a long period of accumulation to slowly improve its strength, but Xiao Luolan's skills have been directly promoted to the level of the Grand Duke in just over ten years, and he can almost be compared to the existence of the original Great Luo Jinxian in the Central World.

Little Loren worked hard, he worked harder than anyone he knew. The hatred of his family was binding him, forcing him to practice desperately all the time.

The degree of his hard work is admired even by the demon gods. Because of Mu Ran's relationship, Xiao Luolan has always been protected and respected in the hell where the demon god is located, and no one has the courage or strength to provoke. Who let this little guy be accompanied by a flame angel who is only inferior to the demon god?

For the vampire devil, more than ten years is just a short period of time. Perhaps not enough for a descendant to grow to the point of a baron, little Roland is still about the same size as before, and he has not even grown taller.

More than ten days ago, the catastrophe of hell finally came. This time, the enemy that the demon god will face is not his mortal enemy Heaven, but a demon who is full of death all over his body.

Yes, demons, absolute demons. It's the demon god compared to him, but it's just a small thing.

His name is Huangquan Dao Master.