God-level Stealing System

Xiang Yannan was not acting on his own initiative. Now the demon python army is pressing down on the territory and completely surrounding the third mountain. If the Lingtu tribe abandons the mountain and flees at this time, not only will they lose their moral integrity, but there will also be very few people left who can survive. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, Several tribesmen will definitely have no place to stand in Baishenmang Mountain in the future.

Rather than abandoning your armor and handing your back to the enemy, it is better to defend the main peak. A man should die for his family, and the inheritance of the Lingtu family will not be in vain!

"puff--"

As soon as Xiang Yannan finished speaking, his body trembled in shock. He leaned forward and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. Dots of red splashed into the tea bowl in front of the case. The clear tea soup was suddenly dyed red, as bright as flowers.

When everyone in the city lord's mansion saw this, their eyes widened and they were horrified.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Xiang Yannan, I'm afraid you never dreamed that you would end up in such a miserable way today, right?"

A sinister laughter came from the direction of the tenth mountain and echoed in the sky above the main peak of the third mountain.

This voice was originally hoarse and harsh, but now it was filled with gloating pleasure and bloodthirsty coldness, which made it even more annoying.

Xiang Yannan only felt stagnant and short of breath, as if there was a lump in his chest.

Mang Xiongfeng has coveted Xiang Yannan's "spiritual" power for a long time. At this time, under the restrictions of the Covenant of One Hundred Gods, Xiang Yannan is unable to display his cultivation, and is no different from a useless person.

As long as the python Tianjiao defeats Silence, Xiang Yannan will no longer be able to hold on. Not only will he be killed by a hundred gods, his soul will disappear, but nearly half of his cultivation will be fed back to the python Xiongfeng.

By that time, Mang Xiongfeng could even master the power of "spirit". When he thought of this, he felt happy. Even though he also suffered the backlash of the black energy from the Covenant of One Hundred Gods, he felt no pain at all.

boom!

With a loud sound that shocked the sky, the clouds and mist above the top of the Tenth Mountain instantly collapsed, and a shocking sword light broke through the clouds. The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds changed suddenly.

A rain of blood fell, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, which was disgusting.

"not good……"

Mang Xiongfeng's smile suddenly faded, and almost at the same time as the loud noise burst out, he had already felt the signs of the death of Mangtian Jiao's life essence.

Silently, he struck the sword against the wind and killed the Python Tianjiao!

The outcome of the victory was clear, and the Covenant of the Hundred Gods took effect immediately. Mang Xiongfeng suddenly felt a great disaster, and the sleeves of his robe swayed in the wind. The black mark on his eyebrows suddenly emerged, blooming like a black rose, and the black evil aura completely enveloped Mang Xiongfeng.

"No! It's impossible! Tianjiao will never lose!"

Mang Xiongfeng's face was full of horror. Even at this time, he still found it difficult to accept the fact that his son was defeated by Silence.

The black energy surged like a tide and instantly submerged Mang Xiongfeng's body.

"Impossible! I don't accept it!"

The python Xiongfeng's vertical pupils glowed fiercely, and the aura in his body surged, trying to transform into a python beast and break free from the black mist.

Several dragon-like chains condensed out of thin air in the black mist, locking Mang Xiongfeng's hands, feet, and neck. As if he was being tortured, Mang Xiongfeng's stirring imperial beast aura was just ignited, and he was strangled out!

"ah--"

While the divine chain locked Python Xiongfeng, the black mist had condensed into shackles to completely bind him. The shackles were covered with sharp thorns as black as ink, which penetrated mercilessly into the major points and meridians of Python Xiongfeng's body. Python Xiongfeng finally With the cultivation of the Emperor Realm and the appearance of the Python King, he cannot compete with the sanctions of the Covenant of One Hundred Gods.

His face was so painful that he looked like death, and he screamed and pierced his heart. That kind of extreme pain touched his soul deeply and penetrated his body. No monster creature could endure it!

When the black mist dissipated, Mang Xiongfeng was in agony, his hands and feet were broken, and he was unable to move on his own.

He slowly opened his eyes. The surroundings were as dark as eternal night, comparable to purgatory, and more terrifying than being wrapped in black mist. Mang Xiongfeng had never felt so helpless and frightened. He didn't even know whether he was dead or alive. ?

Just when he was frightened and at a loss, four talismans lit up in the dark space and shone with golden light. The characters were so strange and charming that Mang Xiongfeng did not dare to look directly at them.

Four golden runes surrounded the python and the wind was approaching. There was no way to avoid it. He felt that his hope of survival was completely cut off, and an overwhelming despair surged into his heart.

"First, death!"

The sound of the void is chaotic and vast, reverberating in the dark space, like a demonic sound, like a divine decree.

Mang Xiongfeng was horrified, and a golden talisman suddenly hit his body. His already damaged body exploded instantly, but it did not dissipate immediately. The charred flesh and blood on his body was peeled off piece by piece, and the pain did not lessen, as if he had been struck by a thousand swords. .

Seeing with his own eyes that his own flesh and blood and python scales disintegrated and disappeared inch by inch, Mang Xiongfeng's ferocious-looking face had long lost half of his royal vigor. The pain was so extreme that only numbness remained.

"Second, Dao disappears!"

The second golden talisman flowed freely, transformed into a sharp sword, and passed directly between Mang Xiongfeng's eyebrows and penetrated the back of his head. The demon core collapsed and his cultivation was completely lost!

"The third way is to kill the heart!"

Thousands of sins turned into savage beasts and poured into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and finally turned into a golden light, exploding the sea of ​​​​consciousness of Mang Xiongfeng. He had completely lost the sense of his five senses, and his Taoist heart collapsed. From a spiritual level, he was dead. .

"The fourth path is to destroy the relationship!"

All the deeds of Python Xiongfeng's birth and death will be completely wiped out. Whether in the history of the Python clan or in the world of Monster Mountain, he will no longer exist. Even if he enters reincarnation, he will have no way to enter, completely. destruction and fall.

With the four runes added to his body, Mang Xiongfeng's body, demon elixir, Taoist heart, and moral integrity all fell into silence forever, and will never be restored.

If he still doesn't die, he will be forcibly killed by the power of a hundred gods!

Of course, the cultivation level of Mang Xiongfeng alone is not enough to be killed by the hundreds of monsters and supreme undead. Three runes have already killed him, and four runes will destroy his soul and shake his demon soul. Kill, and there will be no possibility of causing trouble.

After Mang Xiongfeng died, not even a trace of his ashes and soul remained, and no one in this world would remember him anymore.

Only Xiang Yannan, as the winner of the Hundred Gods Covenant, received feedback from Mang Xiongfeng's cultivation when Mang Xiongfeng was undergoing the baptism of purgatory. He felt like he was bathing in the winter sun, and his whole body felt warm.

Without the constraints of the Yum Covenant, the mark between Xiang Yannan's eyebrows naturally dissipated. He felt that the blockage in his chest was suddenly removed. He felt refreshed. He sat cross-legged, adjusted his breath and recuperated, and refined the cultivation of Mang Xiongfeng into own spiritual power.

boom!

The mountain master's mansion suddenly collapsed, and a figure flew in.

Xiang Yannan's eyes moved, and he stretched out his hands, a pair of huge white palms, and firmly caught the figure.

"father!"

That person was none other than Xiang Yuchan.

The corners of her mouth were still bloodshot, and she was lying in Xiang Yannan's arms, looking up at her father Shen Yi's solemn face, but she felt warmer than the spring breeze and winter sun.

"Chan'er..."

Xiang Yannan has always been strict with himself and never smiles at his children and descendants, but in fact, he loves Xiang Yuchan very much.

At this time, I saw that Xiang Yuchan's white face was covered with scars, and her clothes were soaked in blood. The blood was still warm on her hands.

Holding his daughter's petite body, Xiang Yannan couldn't imagine how such a weak and small girl dared to fight against the huge and ferocious monster python?