God Level Demon

Hey! ! !

I saw the black scent of horror that was sealed in the ball of the creation of the world. It contained darkness, cursing, evil, resentment, etc., and turned into a big hand, smashing the ball in the world of creation. Above the inner wall.

Thousands of horrible big hands suddenly slap, squeaking, trying to smash and erode the ball of creation.

A black hand is like a ghost hand. It can be seen by people. If it really breaks out, I am afraid that it will have a terrible power and let countless creatures become extinct.

It is a pity that the power of the creation ball isolates everything, and the power of cursing the black scorpion is so terrible that it cannot break through and is always trapped in the ball of creation.

Hey!

In the next second, Xia Ping’s thoughts moved and immediately took the ball of the creation back and fell into his hands.

"Sure enough, this innate magic spell cursed the black scorpion."

He was very satisfied. After sealing the curse of the black scorpion, it was equivalent to breaking an arm of the illusion, abolishing most of their backhands, and no more threats.

And get this innate magic weapon, if you can completely refine it, I am afraid I can get endless power. With this terrible curse, I can completely cross the universe without any scruples.

Even if you encounter a powerful enemy, this can become a killer.

"Well, there are no treasures here, let's go."

Putting the ball of creation into the mountain and river bead space, temporarily stored, Xia Ping wants to leave the illusion, after all, this place is a fierce war, do not know what will happen next.

Under the dangerous wall, the so-called gentleman does not need to stay in this dangerous place.

"Wait, the time and space of this illusion is blocked, and it is impossible to leave."

Xia Ping’s heart moved and found that the time and space around the illusion was sealed by a tyrannical magic weapon. The surrounding world was suppressed by layers of layers and could not escape through space.

Although he can leave here with the help of Shanhezhu space, Shanhezhu is to stay in the illusion, and this magic weapon may also be discovered by other saints and obtained by others, which is not worth the candle.

"Forget it, stay in the illusion for a while, and wait until the war is over."

He touched his chin and had the ability to change his face. He could change thousands of people. Even an invincible saint could not find his whereabouts. Even if he stayed in the illusion, he would not be found by others.

Hey!

Thinking of this, Xia Ping's figure flickered, and temporarily left the treasure house, and went to a corner of the magical world to hide.

"Right, let's see how the battle is going."

After escaping, he wanted to know how the war situation between the illusion and the human race was. He immediately ran the golden eye of Hell, and immediately shot the golden light of two monks, infiltrating the void, revealing the pressure of Henggu.

The two supreme eyes seem to have crossed countless spaces, numerous latitudes, and fell outside the illusion.

Bang

In an instant, Xia Ping immediately saw the situation outside the illusion. At this moment, the void space outside the illusion has become a super battlefield, and countless saints are fighting.

Among them, the immortal saint is only a soldier. The real main force is the Sage Saint, even the invincible saint. The other saints have no room to intervene under such high-level battles.

One after another, the horror of terror, as if the law of the universe is condensed, contains terrible forces of time and space, and the power of a rule is enough to destroy him.

A war like this is not the current Xia Ping can intervene. With his cultivation, it is estimated that entering the battle center will kill him.

"Ok?!"

In the heart of Xia Ping's heart, he discovered that there are also several extremely arrogant atmospheres in the periphery of the war. It seems that they are the universe. All the powers of the law are around them. They are arrogant and arrogant. They are an invincible saint.

These must be horror figures of the ancestral level of the Terran, but they did not shoot, but watched beside them, seemingly guarding against the illusion of the dog, and the unpredictable danger.

The only one invincible saint, the invincible saint, breathed through the heavens and the earth, inciting nine days and eight sorrows, with one person's strength to counter the eight sacred saints of the illusion, and an invincible saint.

This person Xia Ping also knows that it is his master, the Northern Saint.

"The master is actually coming."

Xia Ping is very surprised, but he also feels the power of the northern sage at this moment. One person can compete with eight Taiko saints and an invincible saint. I can imagine the fighting power of the northern sage.

Now the power of the Terran has taken the absolute advantage, and even here is not only the saints of the human race, but the saints of other races are also beating the dogs, and let the sages of the sages fall down.

"Damn, can't continue this way, can't be entangled by this **** North Ming, otherwise all the low-ranking saints of our Fantasy will die." The singer's ancestor Olasg, who reached the invincible saint In the realm, he is also the strongest of the Fantasy, the true pillar.

His face was very ugly at this time, because he could see that the northern sage in front of him did not make full effort, just entangled with them, in order to contain the strongest of these illusions.

It can be said that as long as the North Ming sages contain them, it will suffice. Over time, the sages will be strangled. After all, now the Terran has an absolute advantage, and the illusion is not an opponent.

Once those low-ranking saints are strangled, then he is really a bachelor commander.

Not to mention, there are several old antiques in the Terran, and the oldest antiques are not shot. On the one hand, it is estimated that in order to prevent the Fantasy dog ​​from jumping over the wall, there is nothing to kill.

On the other hand, I am afraid to exercise the saints of the North.

Thinking of this, Olasg is even more annoyed. He is the ancestor of the illusion, the invincible sage, almost standing at the peak of the universe, but now it is actually a subject of trials.

"Once, what should we do?"

The other eight Taiko Saints asked.

"Work with him, try his best, and indiscriminately hit this northern sage, and then run the sacred sacred scorpion to escape, can't fight with it." The ancestor Olasg is very calm, he knows It is hard to kill a saint who has reached this level, not to mention that there are still a few old antiques in the side, how can he kill the northern sage.

So now the only way out for their Fantasy is to run away and continue to fight, the Fantasy will die.

"Yes, ancestors."

The eyes of the Eight Great Fantasy Sages showed a hint of killing. They felt the determination of Olasg to fight for it. There is no other way.