God-level Base

"The Divine Origin Orb is mine!"

A gust of breeze blew past, and a statue was engraved with countless wind patterns all over its body. The eagle-headed man, the lower-ranked devil eagle, appeared on the white jade holy mountain. He reached out and grabbed the divine source orb in his hand.

Ying Jueren is the top genius of the Ying Mo clan's generation, and his combat power is comparable to that of the same-level powerful son-in-law. He is in charge of the power of wind and the power of speed. His speed is also one of the best in the same rank, so he was able to grab the Divine Origin Orb so quickly.

"Sure enough, it can't be put into the storage treasure!"

The moment Ying Jueren held the Divine Origin Orb, his expression changed slightly.

The trial of Qionglin Banquet is different every time, and the safety of the trial content depends on the mood of the Water God Emperor. Those powerhouses do not know that the divine source orb cannot be put into the storage treasure.

A chain of dark chains shot out from the void and stabbed towards the eagle absolutely madly.

"Even if it flies to death, I will never let you catch it."

A spell of wind appeared on Ying Jueren's forehead, and with a flick of his wings, it turned into an extremely sharp wind blade, slashing on the dark chains and cutting them directly.

Countless petals were flying, and each petal was madly slashing towards Ying Jue Ren like sharp blades.

The wind blade transformed by Ying Jueren suddenly split into eight paths, flew out from the strange petal formation, and fled into the distance.

One after another, geniuses from different worlds emerged one after another, urging various secret methods of attack and killing, in an attempt to stop Ying Jueren's footsteps. However, Ying Jueren's speed was extremely fast, and the attacks of those geniuses were all in vain.

"Hand over the Divine Origin Orb!!"

Suddenly, the void became dim for a while, and a river of yellow springs that only the dead could see and walk on emerged from the void, and countless rains of yellow springs fell from the sky and scattered on the earth.

"Ninth Yellow Spring!!"

"He is here! The Ninth Yellow Spring is here!"

"..."

When the geniuses who were chasing Ying Jueren saw this scene, everyone's complexion changed greatly, they scattered and fled in all directions.

"No!! Stop!! Ninth Yellow Spring,

I am not your enemy! "

A lower demon god hidden in the shadows suddenly appeared, and when the rain of the yellow spring was poured over, countless corpse spots appeared on the body, and panic flashed in his eyes.

That yellow spring rain is very strange, once it is poured into the rain, it will transform into the dead. Even a strong corpse clan will fall and become a real corpse once it is poured into the rain of the yellow spring, and will no longer be able to give birth to spiritual wisdom and transform into a corpse clan.

The rain of yellow spring is extremely difficult to get rid of. Once ordinary lower demon gods are caught in the rain of yellow spring, if there is no special genius treasure or special secret method, they can only retreat and cultivate for millions of years, and get rid of the rain of yellow spring in the slightest. strength.

The rain of countless yellow springs poured down like bullets in the sky, blocking everything and blasting towards Ying Jueren.

"storm!"

The wind blade that Ying Jueren turned into turned into a terrifying storm, blowing towards the yellow spring rain.

Under the blowing of the storm, the yellow spring rain was limited to within ten meters of Ying Jueren's body, and it was difficult to enter an inch.

"How dare you resist! You are courting death!"

From the river of yellow springs, a cold and cruel voice broke out, and a terrifying aura of the median demon god level filled the air.

The Huangquan River was churning for a while, and a stream of Huangquan River water flew out of it, swiping directly at Ying Jueren.

The storm surrounding Ying Jueren was filled with a strange and incomparably dead silence, and it collapsed and disappeared.

"Stop!! I'll give you the Divine Origin Orb!!"

A look of despair flashed in Ying Jueren's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the Divine Origin Orb flew towards the Huangquan River.

That Huangquan River was divided into two as if it had life, and it pierced into Yingjueren's body like the teeth of a poisonous snake.

A burst of light flashed slightly, and Ying Jue Ren disappeared from Qionglin Star immediately.

In the river of yellow springs, a pale, handsome young man dressed in yellow suddenly appeared, reached out and grabbed the divine source orb in his hand.

"The ninth Huangquan got such a divine source orb!!"

"Since it was He who got the orb! There is no chance!!"

"..."

The geniuses who came from the real devil country of water looked at the ninth yellow spring suspended on the river of yellow springs, and there was a flash of fear in everyone's eyes.

Among the three thousand geniuses who participated in the Qionglin Banquet, the ninth Huangquan was recognized as one of the most terrifying powerhouses who were not to be messed with. His Yellow Spring River also has a strange and incomparable pollution ability. Once defeated by His Yellow Spring River and shattering the defense, his enemies will be eroded by the Yellow Spring water and transformed into dead people.

"Let him give the first Divine Origin Orb! When he collects two Divine Origin Orbs, I will take another shot."

That one was tattooed with sun patterns all over its body, 100 meters tall, and also had a sun pattern on its forehead. The Holy Sun Demon God, who was surrounded by a layer of sun god flame, gave Ninth Huangquan a deep look, but didn't make a move.

Among the 3,000 geniuses who participated in the Qionglin Banquet, the ninth Huangquan and the Demon God Shengyang were recognized as the most terrifying geniuses. They are also terrifying powerhouses that are recognized as possessing a mighty appearance.

"The ninth Huangquan has advanced to the median demon god! I have no chance!!"

Shangguanhuang took a deep look at Ninth Huangquan, clenched his fists, said nothing, and did not dare to shoot. Although he is also an advanced middle demon god, but his spiritual sense warns him that once he takes action on the ninth yellow spring, he will end up miserably.

"That's the Ninth Yellow Spring!! What a terrifying monster! There are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky! There are too many monsters in the real devil country of water!!"

The Sword Demon God Lilong clenched the magic sword and stared at the ninth yellow spring. Two sword shadows appeared in his eyes, turning into a pair of sword pupils, staring at the ninth yellow spring.

In Lilong's eyes, the ninth yellow spring is not a human form, but an aggregate of countless strange and unpredictable twisted existences.

Moreover, after the ninth Huangquan advanced to the median demon god, almost every breath continued to become stronger, and his strength far surpassed Lilong.

"The gap is too big!! Now the past is courting death!"

Han Sui, the dragon of the void, stood quietly in the distance, looking at the ninth yellow spring standing proudly in the void, and sighed slightly in his heart. He cultivated for ten million years in the realm of the lower demon gods, just to participate in the Qionglin Banquet, compete for the top spot, and win the qualification to inherit the true demon. But facing the ninth yellow spring, he didn't even dare to make a move.

"Ninth Yellow Spring, hand over the divine source orb in your hand!"

A voice sounded from the side, and countless eyes converged on the owner of the voice.