C815 (1/2)

In the vast void, Hongling's God of heaven and Yuan was quietly suspended. There were still many pieces around him, and all the stars and moons protected him in it. At this time, only himself was left in this area. As for others, they were isolated by the power of the God King.

”How can this happen? I feel that the three elders in the kingdom of God and king are all dead. They have already killed the five clawed Golden Dragon. How can they give me such an illusion?”

Above the void, a monk at the top of the Taiyi divine realm in the magic Jiao palace was looking at the empty star sea in front of him. His body trembled involuntarily. If his intuition was correct, it would be dangerous for them to stay here again.

”All of you, please withdraw. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I'll leave early. I can't make plans until I get back to the palace!”

This man was originally the powerful man sent by the magic dragon palace next to the elder. Now, the three God kings have been unwilling to show up for a long time, so they can only order everyone to evacuate. He must ensure that someone is alive to bring the news back to the magic dragon palace.

”Well? These people in the magic Jiao palace actually chose to withdraw. What happened to make these guys who have always been above the top willing to leave? ”

It's better for the monks who want to leave the mountain without any trouble.

”It seems that the boss has solved the three guys, but why hasn't he appeared?”

Octopus eight shells are still suspended in front of the dragon boat, carefully sensing the breath of Hongling. Suddenly, its body trembles, and it is almost crawling down in the void. The unspeakable terror and pressure suddenly gush out of its soul at this time, which makes the empty monster extremely frightened.

”This breath, this Is it the power far beyond the God King? What happened to the elder brother? It seems that he feels more powerful than before

Although the trace of momentum flashed away, babei was still clearly aware of the mighty power of Hongling's God of heaven. If it had not existed for a very short time, I was afraid that it would be driven to death under its suppression.

Hu, trying to calm his own Demon power, babei did not dare to feel the breath of Hongling at this moment. If he accidentally took his own life, it would not be worth the loss.

In the Starry Sea, Hongling's thumb sized God of heaven is still in a quiet suspension. Beside him, his sad sword full of cracks and Yan Huang Emperor's mirror are all moaning. Its breath is rapidly fading, and it seems that it will be completely silent.

”Just one attack from the God King's magic weapon will hurt the origin of the God of sorrow and the source of burning Huang, making the spirit of these two magic weapons of Taiyi God completely on the edge of annihilation. I don't know how terrible the existence above the kingdom of God is. What should I do?”

Looking at the two magic weapons in front of him, Hong Ling was suddenly at a loss. It was the first time that such a situation happened to the God of sorrow and Yan Huang, which made him lose his square inch. All along, he had been relying on the power of these two magic weapons. But now that he saw that they were about to be destroyed, he had no way to deal with it. This is really heartbreaking.

Hum, the two artifacts seem to be aware of their own dangerous situation. At this time, they resonate with each other and slowly approach each other. The divine light on them is rapidly intertwined, which makes the trend of their digestion slow down. However, Hong Ling knows that this is only temporary. Once the strength of the two artifacts is not enough to suppress the destructive force, they will collapse directly.

”Well? They're beginning to merge! ”

Looking at the two broken magic tools in front of her in surprise, Hong Ling was reluctant to give up. No matter who would be left behind after the two magic tools were combined, the lost one would make his heart ache. However, it was inevitable.

Click, a crisp crack ring reverberated between heaven and earth, making Hong Ling's face coagulate. He saw that Yanhuang was breaking up bit by bit, injecting his own fragments and origin into the God of sorrow.

This artifact had suffered the most serious impact, and its damage was the most terrible. Now it has given up on its own initiative and chose to complete the sad sword. It is really amazing.

”Yan Huang!”

Some of Hong Ling's feelings were not good, but in the end, the last trace of obsession from the spirit of the Yan Huang emperor mirror made him calm down.

”Let it live!”

's silent will as like as two peas, who made the unmatched Shier shape tremble until the mirror spirit, which was exactly the same as himself, was smiling all over himself, and slowly weathered to quicksand, and when he was completely lost in the sword, he slowly nodded.

Hum! The God of sadness suddenly started to tremble. It seemed to resist the fusion of the burning fragments, but it soon died down. Hong Ling clearly saw that there was blood on the sword, which seemed to be weeping.

”Go

Whispering to the vanishing mirror spirit, Hongling's God of heaven suddenly flashed, followed by a quiet suspension in front of the sad God, and pressed his small palm on the sword, making it covered by the incomparably powerful God light.Bang! The blazing dark golden flame suddenly enveloped the sword completely, making the power of the God King that filled the whole body of the sword rapidly disintegrated. Every time the power completely integrated into the sword, the God of sorrow decayed.

If there is no active integration of the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, I'm afraid that the sword will be annihilated when Hongling dissipates all the power of destruction. Fortunately, after all the power of the God King has been dissipated, the God of sorrow will still be extremely broken.

It is still in the air, and its body begins to coagulate the powerful power of God and monarch. However, Hong Ling finds that its spirit seems to have changed. It only has less than 1% of the small sword spirit. At this time, it is emitting a strange light, and it seems that she is longing for the dragon blood scattered in the void.

”Is this a variation of the same level as that of my God?”

Looking at the little sword spirit in horror, Hongling's God of heaven sensed its change carefully, and his look became more and more dignified.