Yang Sihai was in mid-air, but the Divine Lord had already stood up. His index finger was empty, and a powerful force broke through the air, hitting Yang Sihai's chest.

Yang Sihai was hit hard by this and fell heavily to the ground. He rolled over and stood up, but only halfway through his standings, he fell down again.

The Divine Lord slowly walked towards Yang Sihai. Yang Sihai was lying on the ground, his eyes open, staring at the god lord deadly. I want to escape, but I can't do anything.

He could only watch as the Divine Master walked up to him, raised a palm, and landed heavily on his forehead.

After killing Yang Sihai, the Divine Lord turned around abruptly, and looked at Ding Cheng, Duan Yuntu and the others with two red eyes.

Ding Cheng's heart moved, looking at the appearance of the god master, he was somewhat similar to Aoki Daoren, it seemed that he had gone mad. After the Aoki Michito fell into the demon that day, it had become very terrifying. Now that the god has become a demon, his power must be even stronger.

Ding Cheng's face was solemn, he took out the Ming Hongbao knife from behind his back and held it in his hand, and said to Yunying and Rong'er: "You two step back first and protect yourself!"

Duan Yuntu also held his Zhan Lu sword tightly in the palm of his hand, ready to fight.

Yun Ying saw that the situation in front of him was very serious, and knew that he and Rong'er couldn't help much, so he quietly pulled Rong'er and retreated to five zhang away.

The Divine Master, Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng stood opposite each other. Before he made a move, he was already surging and murderous.

The wind is blowing around the trees. Leaves, like throwing knives, flew in mid-air.

Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng made a move at the same time, one sword, one sword, and slashed towards the god lord.

The Divine Lord raised his hands, and the air beside him flowed rapidly, forming a large whirlpool, involving Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng.

Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng tried their best to stabilize their figures, their swords merging, stirring the air currents in the whirlpool, and then attacking the god lord like a giant dragon.

At this time, the fight between the three of them has completely departed from the concept of martial arts competition in ordinary martial arts.

Yun Ying and Rong'er stood five zhang away, forced to stand by the strong wind, and had to retreat three zhang back. They could clearly see the fight between the three people on the field, but they couldn't understand how they fought.

This kind of power is terrifying, but it won't last long, after all, the three of them are only flesh and blood.

Suddenly, Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng flew out and fell to the ground. Gale, stopped. The god's eyes turned even redder, his hair was open, and his clothes were fluttering.

Before Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng could get up, the god lord roared, and the roar shook the sky, as if there was a thunderclap on the ground.

A roar echoed in midair, like the thunder of heaven echoing the god.

The god folded his hands, then flipped his wrists, made a knot, put his two index fingers together, and pointed out.

This finger is the condensation of God's power. Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng seemed to see a sword stabbing at them.

The two of them half-knelt on the ground, combining the swords in their hands together, and they were lucky enough to do their best, but they still didn't know if they could block the fatal blow.

Just as several forces were about to catch up, a sword light struck, colliding with the finger power of the Divine Lord. Under the agitation of several forces, a colorful glow flashed in mid-air.

After the glow, a white figure flashed behind a large tree a few feet away.

Duan Yuntu called out "big brother" and chased him out quickly. He chased after the tree, but saw nothing.

Although Duan Yuntu didn't see it clearly, he knew that the white figure must be the jade-faced Langjun, and just now, it must have been him who helped himself and Ding Cheng.

It's just that his eldest brother has always been a dragon who sees the head but not the end, and with his style, if you don't want to meet you, then you will never see him.

Duan Yuntu turned to look at the Divine Lord again. I saw the god lord standing there motionless, his eyes returning to their original color, but his gaze was dull, and he no longer had the domineering spirit he had before. It seems that the power of the god lord has been exhausted, and he has become an ordinary old man.

Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng stepped forward, one raising a sword and the other raising a big sword, and they were about to cut down on the body of the god master.

A person behind him suddenly shouted: "Keep people under the knife!"

Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng turned around and saw that it was the thirteenth prince Mu Yuntong.

Mu Yuntong hugged his fists to Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng and said, "Little brother, please let my master go." ”

Ding Cheng said: "Mu Gongzi, I know you are a good person. But your master has done too many wrong things, causing countless people to die in vain. If he is just let go, is that fair to those who die because of him?"

Mu Yuntong was speechless for a while, paused for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I know that my master has killed too many evils, but his old man is also seriously ill and wants to be anxious to find the secret of immortality in the treasure to cure the disease, so he entered the demon path and did so many wrong things in a daze." Now that the master has become like this, he can be regarded as a punishment. The little brother is bold, so please let the two of you let him go. Little brother, I beg you two!"

Mu Yuntong knelt down to Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng as he spoke.

Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng stretched out a hand, grabbed Mu Yuntong's two arms, and pulled him up.

Duan Yuntu saw two tears hanging from the corners of Mu Yuntong's eyes, he was still so young, how could he bear to let him endure such pain.

Duan Yuntu turned his head and said to Ding Cheng, "Ding Cheng, it's better to spare him this time." ”

Ding Cheng nodded and said, "Okay." Anyway, he has lost his skills, and he can't do evil anymore in the future. ”

Mu Yuntong heard that Duan Yuntu and Ding Cheng had promised to let the god master go, and hurriedly said happily: "Thank you two for your magnanimity, great kindness, and great kindness, and the younger brother will keep it in mind, I will take the master back to the Snow Mountain, and I will never step into the martial arts in the future." ”

After Mu Yuntong finished speaking, he wiped his tears and walked towards the god.

Mu Yuntong walked up to the priest and called the master, and asked, "Master, are you okay?"

The god lord raised his head and looked at Mu Yuntong, his eyes were a little dazed, and after a while, he said: "Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few times! I don't know if the snow on the snow mountain is still so white? I want to take another look at the sunshine and golden mountain of our big snow mountain!"

Mu Yuntong's eyes turned red and said: "Master, apprentice will take you back to the Snow Mountain, so that you can sit in front of the Feilai Pavilion every day and watch the Rizhao Golden Mountain on our Snow Mountain." ”

However, the god did not react at all. Mu Yuntong cautiously went to probe the snort of the god master, only to find that the god master had already returned to the snow mountain and passed away.

Mu Yuntong's heart fell to the freezing point, colder than the ice and snow on the snowy mountain.

He picked up the body of the god and left the village in silence.

(End of chapter)