Chapter 887 (2/2)

Wife cake is at least a cake.

With a huge question, Lin Beichen took out his big baby from his waist.

A stick.

A mace from the sky.

Silver is shining.

Eye catching.

”You'd better taste my big stick first.”

Lin Beichen grins and rushes up.

His current cultivation, the five series and three levels of perfect cultivation of heaven and man, is enough to hang any five levels of heaven and man.

In addition to the hands of the soldiers outside the sky, dedicated to breaking the magic power.

Boom!

With a stick, the power field of the [feather God's gift] God's battle suit is broken in an instant.

It makes sense.

Because even the power of the belief of Qiancao God and the power of the great wilderness borrowed by Qiancao God after he became a divine puppet can't stop the soldiers from outside the sky, let alone the ”God battle suit” of catching fish in front of his eyes?

Can't the wolf's tooth stick kill the thousand grass God who is a puppet or a mortal with the help of divine power?

Boom!

The mace fell directly on Yu Chuyu's head.

The absolute confidence on the latter's face turned into absolute horror, absolute panic, absolute regret, and

Absolute death.

It's like a watermelon, smashed with an iron bar.

Poof!

The sound of a cracked shell appeared.

Immediately red, white and yellow burst out.

Yu Chuyu's confident face disappeared with his head.

And his body is also a short moment - below the knee, like a nail, directly nailed in the rock under his feet.

The force field of the arrow, which was formed by the increase of the divine power, also collapsed instantly.

Mountain breeze is mountain breeze again.

Gravel is gravel again.

Vegetation is still vegetation.

Everything goes back to its original state.

Lin Beichen carried the mace, and his face showed the color of regret.

”Hasty.”

He looked at the corpse without a head in front of him and wondered which part of his body should be put on the offering table in order to have a representative memorial ceremony?

At the same time.

On the white flying boat, the cheering Aurora Empire strongmen were like ducks stuck in their necks, and all the voices stopped suddenly.

Prince Yu turned pale.

Su dingfang's pupils shrank suddenly, as if in shock.

The other generals were also addicted to it one by one, and some of them were quite angry. They turned black in front of their eyes, spewed blood from their mouths, and passed out

However, the guards, who were also paralyzed by the shock, forgot to help them.

The people of the Beihai empire on the black xuange were no less frightened than those of the aurora empire.

What about the Pope of the temple of feathers?

Such a big and bright Pope, who exudes unparalleled domineering and divine power, suddenly disappeared?

The painting style of this battle is totally wrong.

In my imagination, the battle between the copper pot and the iron brush, between the tip of the needle and the maimang, and between Mars and the earth never happened.

Yu Zhuoyu had been brewing for a long time. He worked so hard, he was so serious, so confident... Everyone thought he was going to have a big one, but he turned out to be a dull fart in the end.

Why on earth is all this?

Both sides can't figure it out.

Lin Beichen did not, but has come up with the answer——

He took down Yu Chuyu's [feather God's gift] battle suit and offered it to Han Bufu on the offering table in front of his tombstone.

Does this tribute have a face?

I believe Lao Han will be very happy if he knows something underground.

Maybe he will feel that he will never die again... Bah, he will never die again.

Lin Beichen turned back, thought about it, and touched Yu Chuyu's body all over again in full view of the public. There was nothing to gain. Finally, he took the Pope's weapon, the silver spear, and shook it in his hand.

He suddenly discovered something.

He was wrong.

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