God Level Demon

Big!

too big!

In Xia Ping's perception of the gods, this huge body spans thousands of light years and is larger than any creature he has ever seen. It is equivalent to the area of ​​a star field.

In front of this creature, he is even smaller than the dust.

It’s just huge, but it’s a horrible smell from it. It seems to be able to collapse the sky, and no force can get close to this huge body.

Anyone who sees this huge body will feel the meaning of being small and will not be able to compete.

And seeing this corpse, he felt that no force of time could leave any trace on it, even if it was a sacred sacred instrument, it could not hurt the corpse.

Even its skin can block most of the world's attacks and reach the realm of invincibility.

"Ok?!"

Just as Xia Ping’s gods want to be close, and further observe what this huge corpse is, where he wants to get his knowledge is only a little closer, an unparalleled deity comes over, it seems that Xia Ping’s move is offensive. The majesty that cannot be directly seen makes the power of this huge corpse itself instinctively counterattack.

"Oops!"

Suddenly, Xia Ping’s face changed, and it was too late to react, because the speed of the other party’s reaction was too fast and too fast, so that even the mind could not react.

Boom!

He felt that his soul had been hit by a heavy hammer. This power of the gods was crushed and directly attacked his body through his soul.

At the same time, along with the attack, a huge and incredible flow of information was instilled and madly instilled into his sea of ​​consciousness, as if to completely explode his entire head.

It seems that at this moment he saw a lot of mythological pictures. Countless gods were fighting, holding a piece of artifact, playing with a catastrophe, the sun and the moon were dull, and the whole universe collapsed.

A terrible disaster has also swept the universe.

At this moment, no matter whether it is a powerful **** or a weak god, it is a terrible disaster that cannot withstand such a horrible disaster. A **** who has no resistance and no degeneration, all believers die without resistance.

The world is in the state of the end.

That is the dusk of the gods!

boom

But this moment the picture came to an abrupt end, Xia Ping's mouth couldn't help but permeate a trace of blood. It seems that just such an impact has caused his body and soul to suffer a certain degree of trauma.

His head is simply a splitting headache, almost bursting open.

The original Hell Jinwu avatar seems to have cracks everywhere, flowing out of the dark gold blood marks, and the state of the body has cracked, painful.

"This is the body of the mythical creature Kuangpeng. Is this the body of the gods?!"

Xia Ping's body is sitting on the ground, his eyes are shining brightly. Although he has suffered a certain degree of trauma because of his recklessness, he is a secret that he can't imagine.

From the picture of the memory just now, he peered into the secret of a little god.

There is no doubt that this is the body of a mythical creature, Peng Peng.

"Is this the god?!"

Xia Ping pinched his fist and was very excited.

Because he saw a really true god, even if the other party is just a corpse, do not know how many epochs have died, but still can emit unparalleled divine power, even close to can not get close.

"Unbelievable!"

Even if it is only a glimpse, Xia Ping can also perceive how terrible this mythical creature, the corpse of the scorpion, has experienced the destruction of the universe, the endless destructive power, and its body still maintains immortal signs.

Moreover, every cell in the body is full of terrible power. It seems to be able to devour the energy of the universe and regenerate it. It contains incredible destructive power.

Even if his knowledge is just a touch, it seems that he has been violently countered by this corpse, as if the mortal can not look directly at the gods, otherwise it will die.

Fortunately, his soul power is strong enough, otherwise even if you just look directly at it, you will be infused with the horrible law information transmitted by the gods.

The mortal can't bear the majesty of the true god. It will be completely mad at first glance. This is an incomprehensible creature.

"No, this is no longer the body of a mortal, but a mythical body built from the laws of the avenue."

Xia Ping pinched his fist. He could perceive the horror of the mythical creature, Peng Peng's body. Every drop of blood, every cell seems to be the manifestation of the law itself. From illusion to reality, it seems to reverse the boundary between reality and illusion.

This is a great creature that can be born in fantasy.

It is no wonder that the blood of the beast is strongly erosive. It is just standing beside the beast. The ordinary creatures cannot withstand the erosion of mythological creatures and will be forcibly transformed into the mythical creatures.

Unless it is a **** itself, or there are other gods in the body, this can counter the blood erosion of mythological creatures, otherwise it is impossible to resist.

Only the gods can counter the gods.

"The gods are strong and powerful enough to compete."

At this moment, Xia Ping is also known to know why many invincible saints in the universe want to be gods, because the gap between the gods and the saints is probably greater than the gap between saints and mortals.

Although the invincible saints can also be called semi-gods in the last cosmic era, they can barely resist the blood erosion of the gods, but they are still different, and the counterfeit is always a fake, and it is impossible to compare with the real thing.

And the body of this mythical creature, Kun Peng, died. I don’t know how many years have such a power. If I am still alive, I don’t know how terrible it is.

Of course, he thinks that even if it is a god, it is estimated that it is a kind of **** that is relatively powerful. Otherwise, it will not be dead and will maintain such terrible power.

Even so, such a powerful **** is still dead, just like an ant, a batch of fallen in this universe, no one can resist, all through the dead.

"What disaster has caused so many gods to fall, the birth of the gods at dusk?"

Xia Ping blinked.

He feels that compared with such a cosmic-level disaster, the hunger of the gods at dusk, the abyss of the abyss is nothing, just an appetizer.

After all, in the Ming dynasty, even the abyss was extremely powerful, but it could not shake the universe ruled by the gods.

Moreover, he clearly perceives the center of the body of this mythical creature, Peng Peng. It seems that a huge blood hole is directly penetrated, as if it was an enemy without any resistance.

Just a blow, it destroys all the vitality of the mythical creature, Peng Peng, so that it can't escape. This kind of power is tremulous.