The meaning of that word is a sentence, the punishment of killing, the punishment of annihilation, no matter which one it is, Yan Ming's heart is trembling. The endless thunder light, the moment it fell, had already put her whole person in a state of collapse.

The body of the giant ape, shattered in the void.

The body she had just descended from fell into the thunder again, and then her Dao patterns, her qiē, all turned into ashes.

At the moment when the thunder dissipated, Fang Ling struggled to get up from the ground, his body could no longer be called a body at this time.

At this time, he was like a person whose whole body was glued together with glue, and his whole body was full of cracks.

The cracks, large and small, made Fang Ling extremely uncomfortable, but his heart was full of excitement at this time. The woman called Yan Ming, the woman who was high up and waved her hand, I don't know how many living beings she had slaughtered, died.

The woman who was about to come to the heavens, who was going to destroy the world, died, and the woman died in her own hands.

The hope that he can defeat Yan Ming and defeat the other one has increased by five points. And once another person who executes the means of destroying the world is killed, then the crisis in the surrounding area will be reduced by half.

In the rolling thunder, in addition to a piece of charred black powder, Fang Ling's Dao, there was also a small Qiankun bag-like thing.

This is a small Qiankun bag with a flashing earthy yellow light, looking at the flashing light of the small Qiankun bag, this small Qiankun bag has not been damaged.

Fang Ling simply picked up the small Qiankun bag and sat cross-legged on the ground, while the gold-clothed Fang Ling and the black-clothed Fang Ling, who had already recovered a lot of strength, rolled up Fang Ling's body after glancing at each other. Quickly left the Wangwu Cave Heaven.

Although the Wangwu Cave Heaven was able to isolate a lot of means, for the sake of safety, it was best for Fang Ling to leave temporarily before recovering his strength.

In the midst of the 100,000 mountains, Yan Mo was grasping a red-gold golden beetle in his hand. He looked at the golden beetle struggling desperately in the palm of his hand, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Originally, he thought that there would be no big gains in going south this time, after all, the two passages were in the North Sea.

Yan Ming's tough little girl. I don't know what it would have been like if I had gotten a purebred golden beetle that was close to maturity.

Although the combat power of the golden beetle is worse than that of the channel Zhaotian, its value is much higher than that of the channel Zhaotian.

A few years ago, Yan Mo went to an auction. The value of a half-mature purebred golden beetle is enough to be the value of the six complete passages according to the Heavenly Dao pattern.

Putting the golden beetle buzzing in his hand into the small Qiankun bag, Yan Mo glanced towards the sect that was in the middle of the 100,000 mountains.

This is a small sect, with only hundreds of disciples, but the cultivation is not low, among which there are three in the late Yuan Infant period.

The monks of the middle and early infancy periods combined, there are as many as ten. It can be said that this is the biggest sect that Yan Mo has encountered along the way.

Originally, Yan Mo was going to sweep this sect away, but now. He changed his mind. This semi-mature golden beetle should have been cultivated by this sect, hehe, this time I will spare them from dying.

The next time, when he comes down to destroy the world again, he will be able to get this purebred golden beetle from their hands.

With a wave of his sleeves. The eyes were gone, just for a moment. and disappeared into the void.

His departure made the few ancestors of the sect who were hundreds of miles away breathe a sigh of relief. After all, this is a matter of life and death for them.

"Master, our town sect spirit worm was taken away by him like this, and the disciple was unwilling. A woman with a white veil and a masked face said with unwillingness.

If Fang Ling was here, he would definitely recognize this woman, after all, he and this woman had collided fiercely at the meeting of the Great Sumeru Mountain back then.

The one who was made the ancestor by the Baisha woman was an old woman who looked to be in her seventies, and she sighed and said: "The catastrophe of the destruction of the world, it is a great luck to be able to avoid it, and besides, isn't it just for this day that our town sends spirit worms!"

There was silence all around, no one spoke, but the white-gauze woman said a little unwillingly: "Is there really no way for us?"

"Gods and men have destroyed the world, how many sects have drifted away with the wind, if it weren't for the fact that our sect ancestor left a method of cultivating spirit worms, hey......"

The old woman's words were full of helplessness, although she was the elder of the sect, but in this matter, she also had no way.

After all, this is no longer something that her power can change.

All she can do is endure silently, and only lead the people in the sect to rely on the protection of the ancestor to get through this pass.

There was silence all around, a deathly silence. In this silence, the old woman spoke again: "This catastrophe, although we seem to have passed, we have to be careful, you wait for all ......"

Just when the old woman was halfway through her words, her expression suddenly moved, and the whole person froze there.

The monks who were guarding the old woman's side all showed a look of anxiety in their expressions, after all, this old woman was the strongest in their sect, and it could be said that her whole body was related to her safety.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" asked a woman who looked to be in her forties, with an anxious voice.

The old woman looked into the distance, and said with a tremor in her voice: "Have you sensed it, there is a passage that shines on the sky!"

Speaking of this, the old woman's words are full of sorrow, the channel shines on the sky, but the strongest in this world, and such characters were actually beheaded, how can they not let them have the sad feeling of a rabbit and a fox who have just escaped the catastrophe.

"Master, this should be expected. The middle-aged woman sighed and said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged woman's words made the surroundings silent, but then the old woman's face became even more surprised. She said tremblingly: "It's not the few passages around us that are dying, it's the ...... who are dead." He is a man of God who has come down to destroy the world!"

"Master......, how is this possible? Those gods, they ......" The middle-aged woman's voice also trembled.

As the heads of the sect, they know how terrible those who come down to destroy the world are.

It is precisely for this reason that they don't believe that those gods who came down to destroy the world would be beheaded.

But the aura fluctuations that the old woman felt clearly told them that the dead passage was a god-man who destroyed the world.

Who could it be, killing the almost invincible world-destroying god man in their eyes, who has such means in the entire periphery?

Yan Shenzhou, or the ancestor of the deep space of the North Sea?

"Master, could it be Fang Ling, the person who just passed the passage to the sky is him, you also said that he will definitely become the target of the world-destroying gods!" The white gauze woman said this, and there was a sudden trace of uncontrollable excitement in her words: "It must be him, and only he can create such a miracle!"

At this moment, Mr. Zhiyi in Zong Zhou, the deep space ancestor hiding at the bottom of the North Sea, and the Yan Shenzhou who stood on a nameless mountain peak, waiting for the destruction of the world to avenge himself, and the entire surrounding area, all the Yuan Infant Ancestors.

They all sensed one thing, that is, the God Destroyer, one died.

They all felt the arrival of the two world-destroying gods, and now, the invincible gods who wanted the monks of the world to panic like a lost dog actually died.

Dead one!

It's an exciting thing, and it's also something you can't believe.

The first person to sense Yan Ming's death was not these people, but Yan Mo, who was Yan Ming's companion.

The first time this feeling arises, there is only one thing in his heart, that is, he is wrong, he feels wrong, this kind of thing cannot happen at all.

After all, Yan Ming is the existence of the middle stage of the Taoist, and in this so-called surrounding area, there is no one who has surpassed the early stage of the Taoist.

How could someone kill Yan Ming here, only Yan Ming could kill others. But when he saw that in the void, there was a long rainbow shattered, and his last trace of doubt had disappeared cleanly.

Changhong is broken, and it is also the Changhong fragmentation that represents Yan Ming, this qiē is a qiē, all tell him, and the person who died is Yan Ming is undoubtedly undoubted.

He wanted to avenge Yan Ming, he wanted to see how Yan Ming died, Yan Mo frantically rushed towards the position where Yan Ming and Fang Ling were fighting.

But just halfway through the impact, Yan Moo stopped. He and Yan Ming's cultivation is almost the same, since Yan Ming died in the hands of that person, then he rushed over so recklessly, wouldn't he be sent to death in vain?

This thought made Yan Moo's heart completely calm, although he was very willing to avenge Yan Ming, but his own life and death were the most important.

So he quickly ran to Yan Shenzhou's location, and he wanted to get some information from Yan Shenzhou's mouth.

For example, in this circumferential realm, is there really a storage zài that surpasses their cultivation, if that is the case, they should ask the entire family for help as quickly as possible.

Help!

Although these two words are very unpleasant, it is better than losing his life like Yan Ming.

"Nine Young Masters, you should have felt it!" On the nameless peak, Yan Ming looked at Yan Shenzhou who was looking up at the sky, and his words were full of coldness.

Yan Shenzhou nodded: "Yan Ming is dead." ”

"The Nine Young Masters have been training in this Weekly Domain for many years, can you tell your subordinates, in this Weekly Domain, is there a Existence that surpasses the middle stage of the Daoist?" Yan Mo looked at Yan Shenzhou's gaze at this time, a little persecutive.

Yan Shenzhou groaned for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Yan Ming has died in Fang Ling's hands. ”

"Now, our best choice is to kill Fang Ling while Fang Ling has just killed Yan Ming and the injuries on his body have not yet recovered. Yan Shenzhou said solemnly to Yan Moo. (To be continued)

ps: In order to thank the brothers for their support to the cat, today's three more, the first one is sent!