Under the green and broken sky, three middle-aged men walked out, the Demon Saint Xun Zitao of the Yimo Yuan Sect, the Taoist Saint of Shuiyun Temple, the Elegant True Saint, and Ye Chen, the monarch of the Kingdom of God who was superior to the above three sects.
The dark god of death had a strange smile on his face, and his fighting spirit became stronger. Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Meng Zikun, the saint of Meteor Tower, said calmly: "Below the saints, there are all ants. You are all saints and monks who can pick stars and cross the galaxy. I want Erwai to stop. All are impossible."
Meng Zikun glanced at the crack space and said calmly: "How about going there?"
The Dark God of Death didn't bother him at all, because he didn't even look at these descendants who claimed to be saints. He stared at Tan Ling with his fiery eyes and said in a cold tone: "I'm more curious about how strong this black and white family fire is. If you want If you want to die, you can go together."
Everyone is a person with status and has never joined forces before, but there is nothing they can do at this moment. Everyone looked at each other again and said: "Friend, I will help you..."
Tan Ling didn't care. He was happy if someone took the knife for him. He looked up at the middle-aged men and nodded.
Qixing, the leader of Shuiyun Temple, patted Yu Shanggao's shoulder gently and said, "Let's go! Keeping your life alive is better than anything else." Then he floated back like a banished immortal, and left the two of them. people.
The white-haired old man said calmly: "Live well, I am optimistic about you, and practice well in the future." His words were weak and lifeless. He disappeared in front of the two of them in the blink of an eye and flew towards the direction of the Yimo Yuanzong.
Yu Shanggao and Wu Fan looked at each other and muttered: "He is the leader of the Yimo Yuan Sect."
At this moment, a man was upright and upright, exuding a noble and elegant temperament, speaking loudly, and expressing his ambitions. He is ambitious and bold, like a lion descending from the clouds. Zongzhi, the dashing First Master of Meteor Que Academy, although he has already grown old, he still raises his hands and feet, raises his glass and looks at the blue sky, which is as bright as a jade tree before the wind. The meaning of the calligraphy in the bones is worthy of being dyed into the heart. The Confucian sages have no rules. This no rules is not the high level of no distance. They ignore all rules and make concessions as much as gods. He is one of the strongest men under the saints. Mirror the high-end combat power of the earth world.
He walked over in the air, glanced at Yu Shanggao, looked kind, and said calmly: "Shanggao, let's go! You still have a long way to go, and this place is no longer suitable for you."
Yu Shanggao nodded and left the valley with the Master of Meteor Que Academy.
"What do these old immortals mean?" Wu Fan looked suspicious, not wanting these people to leave like this.
Wu Fan was very helpless. It seemed that he had been abandoned. The owner of Fenghuo Island did not come to pick him up.
Wu Fan looked up at the sky and smiled bitterly: "Sighing in life is like a dream, the past has become a thing of the past... No one can take away what belongs to me." The flaming red flying sword suddenly unsheathed, and Wu Fan flew to Fenghuo Island with the sword.
Those who should leave have already left, and they are looking up at the world in their respective sects.
Under the gloomy green sky, the expressions of the old men behind Tan Ling were solemn. The dark god of death seemed to be stronger than before, and the death energy between heaven and earth returned to his body during this respite time.
"This dark god of death..." Xun Zitao, the demon saint of the Yi Mo Yuan Sect, looked unhappy and cursed in a low voice: "That kind of naked gaze was undisguised and unscrupulous. He seemed to regard me as an ant that he would crush at will. Damn it, I curse him to die without a whole body and his soul to be extinguished!"
Siluke
Meng Zikun suggested: "Let's seize the opportunity quickly and seal the old immortal before he returns to his peak strength. The sooner the better."
"He didn't take action directly. He must be recovering his cultivation. But looking at his posture, it seems that everything is under control. I don't know what he wants to do..."
Shuiyun Temple Taoist Saint Ruya was really puzzled by the brief confrontation. He originally thought that the Dark God of Death would take action directly, but he didn't expect that he just stopped for a moment and made no move. Ye Chen, the monarch of the kingdom of God, and Xun Zitao, the demon saint of the strange demon Yuanzong
Take the lead.
The Demon Saint Xun Zitao holds the Demonic Sound Hammer, and the Kingdom of God Ye Chen holds the Huaguang Long Sword. With every move of his hands and feet, the Demonic Sound Hammer shoots out black electricity and curls up with black light. The Demon Saint roared angrily: "A huge heavy hammer will smash your dog's eyes."
With the Huaguang sword, Ye Chen raised his hand and tapped it, the sword transformed into thousands, and the white light sword rain poured down, forming an endless dragon of sword energy.
"A mortal sword, cut your body apart!"
"The huge body of the dark god of death is wielding the three-kilometer-long fatal sword. The death aura is like a hell snake swallowing black mist. The black mist-filled eyes under the black robe are lifeless and cold, and the corners of the mouth are Shang Yang said with a sneer: “The reason why people have a glimmer of hope is because they cannot see death. "
Then the death sickle in his hand slashed at the waist of the alien demon Yuan Zong. The black robe swayed with the death energy gathered in his palm. The rain of brilliant swords in the sky was corrupted by the black mist he shot, and the monarch of the Kingdom of God was easily dissolved. Ye Chen's sword rained down in a long dragon, and Ye Chen flew backwards for a thousand meters before he could resolve the strange black mist of death. The terrifying death sickle was about to cut off the demon saint at the waist.
In the end, the Demon Saint angrily withdrew the Demonic Sound Hammer and resisted the Black Scythe of Death. The Dark Death suppressed its murderous intention and did not continue to attack Ye Chen, because the black and white mecha had not made any move yet, and he did not want to kill him prematurely. Exposing their strength, even though the Dark Death only used less than five levels of power, the two self-proclaimed saints were already unable to withstand it.
At this moment, a divine rainbow streaked across the sky, rushing towards the dark God of Death. Holding a green ruler, a thin hairspring came from the sky, saying: "Destiny is called nature, willfulness is called Tao, and cultivating the Tao is called teaching." The sky was full of people. The light of the sages, tiny silver threads swim in the golden light.
"It's the law of the Confucian small world, Meng Zikun, you are not willing to take action." Demon Saint complained, his temper was as violent as thunder, and now he barely blocked the black scythe of death. He was very embarrassed. I didn't know that the dark god of death did not use all his strength. .
The Ru Ya Zhen Taoist Saint and Ye Chen looked at each other and showed joy. The four of them joined forces to defeat the Dark Death. There was great hope, because they took the Dark Death's move and still had some strength left.
It would be great if we could capture the Dark Death God alive and obtain the secret of his immortality. The Demon Saint and Ye Chen stared at the Dark Death God with their greedy eyes.
At this moment, the green ruler in Meng Zikun's hand tapped the golden light behind him. For a moment, the golden light gathered on the green ruler, and the silver thread wandered on the ruler. Meng Zikun put his fingers together and overcontrolled the green ruler to attack the dark god of death.
"It's really annoying. Too many flies always make people upset. The Dark Death decided to get rid of these annoying flies quickly." The Dark Death said to himself. He was obviously angry, and the death energy rushed out, covering the entire sky. It was shrouded, a shocking change occurred, and the saints were also panicked, became extremely unstable, and their expressions became solemn.
The black mist of death completely covered up Meng Zikun's small world of sages.
There was silence in the black mist. The Dark God of Death once again waved his three-kilometer-long gray scythe to harvest the lives of the saints. Tan Ling waved his fist. The black mist of death could not completely cover the mecha's fist. The strength of the fist pushed the black mist away. The blast dispersed and healed quickly, just like a nuclear weapon smashed into the sea. Although it was powerful, it could only stir up waves hundreds of feet high, making the waves turbulent.
And in the process, they were finally convinced that it was not what they thought. The power of the Dark Death was beyond their imagination. With such a powerful offensive, the entire mirror earth world was dark, and the ferocious beasts were restless at this moment.
"Boom"
At this moment, the dull sound from the depths of the black mist sounded again. Everyone suddenly felt their hearts tremble, as if something had scratched their hearts, causing a sharp pain. Even Tan Ling, who was in the mecha state, still felt uncomfortable. He staggered back a few steps before he stabilized his body. His face turned pale for a while, and he felt a little frightened.
"What kind of power is it..."
"Have you noticed that this dull sound should be the death of darkness?
God’s powerful supernatural powers. "
Not only that, everyone also felt an extremely majestic breath of death coming from the depths of the black mist.
"What do you think?" Taoist Saint asked.
The Demon Saint shook his head and said: "I have a very ridiculous association. I feel like some kind of tyrannical creature is slowly waking up after sleeping for endless years."
Tao Sheng looked surprised and said, "You don't mean to say that the dull sound is its heartbeat, right?"
Everyone decided to go into the depths of the black mist to find out. The sound of piercing the sky was endless, and more than a dozen divine rainbows pierced the sky and rushed into the depths of the black mist.
Then the four people flew out like kites with broken strings, their faces became older and their vitality was lost. Even lifting the sacred weapon in his hand was difficult.
Everyone looked at Tan Ling and reminded: "The Dark God of Death may have refined the mirror earth world. Now we are like in his weapons. The only way to leave here is to defeat him. You have to be careful." Meng Zikun reminded. .
Tan Ling nodded and said bitterly: "It's time to start upgrading the mecha. Even if the aliens find out that he is still alive, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the strong aliens will come over in a while, so he can still run away. Thirty The best strategy is to move forward in six strategies.
Under the control of Tan Ling's spiritual thoughts, the Wujin Zhuolingchi flows to the mecha terminal, and is distributed from the mecha terminal to various parts of the mecha. The only regret is that the acupuncture points in the mecha cannot be opened.
Pure mecha terminal calculations cannot evolve the energy conversion of the entire mecha's operation, nor can pure spiritual thoughts operate alone. The two must complement each other, combine the two and integrate them into the mecha's bloodline, so as to unleash the mecha's maximum energy attack. , and further mastering the proficiency of mechas is equivalent to mastering the secret of creating mechas.
The Wujin Zhuoling impacted every vein of the mecha. The energy was a little slow at first. After repeated impacts, the veins became tougher and smoother. The Wujin Zhuoling flowed unimpeded, and the Wujin Zhuoling shuttled like a spiritual snake. In the context of mecha.
Tan Ling absorbed a god-level boxing book "Thunder Fist" from Fengya Library. The Thunder Fist was absorbed by the mecha terminal to form a combat skill. Tan Ling was not allowed to learn it. He only needed to click on the skill to display it. The fist was powerful and thunderous, and the huge fist violently struck the depths of the black mist. Silver thunderbolts as thick as a bucket struck in the black mist.
But no matter how fierce Tan Ling's offensive was, the black mist still did not retreat at all and swept forward.
The Dark God of Death said grimly: "This is my god's world, and in my god's world, you are all ants."
The sound reached everyone's ears, and they were immediately shocked. The Demon Saint trembled on his lips and said: "The Dark God of Death has refined this world, and we have no chance of winning."
Tan Ling became interested when he heard that the Dark Death was refining the mirror world. Maybe he could try how to break this independent space to give him a better chance of winning when facing that dream in the future.
Tan Ling decided to use Zhuoling to attack the acupuncture points, turned to look at the strong man in the mirror world, and said calmly: "Seniors, please hold back for a while, I need to make some preparations."
Everyone nodded, and Meng Zikun laughed loudly and said: "Just do whatever you want! It should be no problem to resist us old guys for a while." As soon as he finished speaking, the Black Scythe of Death came through the air with a hissing sound, Beat Meng Zikun seriously.
A dissatisfied voice came from the black fog, and he said extremely irritably: "Stinky fly, you talk too much, it's so noisy."
Then the Black Scythe of Death slipped around and attacked Ye Chen. The Dark Death's goal was very clear, which was to kill these annoying ants first. The so-called saints were all ants. That was the era when the law of the great law still existed. Now there is no heaven and no way. Saints It is just self-proclaimed, and it is not as powerful as the saint of heaven. It cannot even be compared with the saint of merit, let alone the peerless saint who is dedicated to the righteous way.
Everyone rallied to attack Black Mist, and now they were using all their strength to use their magical powers, otherwise they might not even have a chance to use them.
While resisting the fierce offensive of the dark god of death, Tan Ling used his spiritual thoughts to control the Zhuoling to attack the mecha's acupuncture points.
