Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

"Drink!"

After the low hoarse voice fell, the spiritual coercion of the son of the evil god gushed out like a tide, and a large number of monsters and extraordinary people who were not strong enough were affected

, among which those whose strength was only the morning star was naturally instantaneous brain death, and the Hui Yue-level strength was only after a short period of support, and the head would hurt, and life was better than death, and only the Eternal Flame Yang level could slightly resist the damage caused by that coercion.

"Immortal-level spiritual coercion? No... No... This coercion... Most likely quasi-angelic! Hundreds

of miles away, Junshang looked at the cadres of the 'Black Tailor' who were constantly falling around and had a headache, their faces changed, and he muttered, "How can the Queen of Hessian hide such a terrifying thing in her stomach..."

That kind of monster, we can't stop it alone. While

asking the senior cadres to help some cadres with lower strength stabilize their mental state, the fifth elder looked at Jun Shang and asked worriedly.

"The Lord will definitely return."

Jun Shang's slender jade hand shook hard, looked at the five elders, and said with a resolute expression, "How can the Lord give up on us, as long as we wait for the Lord to come back and lower the punishment, the crisis will naturally be lifted." "

......

......

As soon as the son of the evil god appeared, as it roared, a large number of pitch-black arms drilled out of its body, and then shot in

all directions, all the creatures that were photographed by those arms, whether monsters or humans, instantly turned into black ash and dissipated, and as he continued to kill, the skeleton giant tree pattern behind it became even more brilliant black.

Life, in the face of the son of the evil god, is so fragile.

"What about Your Excellency... God made the lord... Damn, such a monster is not something we can compete with at all!

"Ahhh

"My head hurts! It's going to die! It hurts!

"Zhu Laohei, can you help me see if there is something on the back of my head, slimy?"

"You stupid bubble, you actually scratched the back of your head!"

"If you don't scratch it, your head is so itchy and painful!"

"Since

the overall strength of the 'Funeral God Pirate Group' is far inferior to the 'Black Tailor', it will naturally be more vulnerable when facing the spiritual coercion of the son of the evil god.

"All right! Don't fucking bark, you have the strength to complain, it's better to recite the divine trumpet of His Excellency Funeral!

"Yes! At this time, only His Excellency Funeral can save us.

Martha shouted loudly in hatred, and immediately covered his head and chanted with his hands folded:

"The supreme of the god of burial who holds the key of the taboo

, the great lord above the morning star, and the

ruler of the authority of the fallen abyss."

Seeing that the captains began to chant the Funeral God, the crew members also began to lower their heads, resting their chins on their clasped hands and chanting in a low voice.

For a while, everyone's voices gradually became neat and consistent, faintly highlighting a sense of solemnity.

At

this time, in the eastern forest outside the Black Nest City, Su Ziyu stood on a tree canopy, paying attention to the top battle thousands of miles away with the help of the ultra-long-distance vision brought by the all-seeing true eye.

Due to the sudden appearance of the king of yellow, Su Ziyu's offensive rhythm was disrupted all of a sudden, coupled with the fact that the other party seemed to have a grudge with the Queen of Hesse, which actually attracted the hatred of the Queen of Hesse, Su Ziyu

also wisely chose not to expose himself, but hid in the shadows, ready to sit on the mountain to watch the tiger fight, and if he couldn't do it, he could still sit on the fisherman's profit.

"It turns out that the secret of that sacred spring has something to do with the King of Yellow...

I don't know how the Queen of Hesse managed to imprison such an ancient god that only existed in legends....

It may be related to the deity enshrined behind it, the Fallen Mother Goddess....

In other words, the Fallen Mother Goddess statue may be the 'Holy

Mother Tree', after all, all this is likely to be the layout of the 'Holy Mother Tree'? Thinking

of this, Su Ziyu couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, but he didn't expect that he would accidentally destroy the layout of a god by mistake.

Could it be that I am an evil god nemesis...?

After silently complaining in his heart, Su Ziyu once again turned his attention to the battle in the sky.

"Although it is only a spiritual projection of the King of Yellow, I am afraid that even one ten-millionth of the power of its body has not been inherited,

but the combat power is still amazing... It is estimated that the threshold of 'quasi-angelic' has been touched....

If it weren't for the arrival of the evil god heir in the belly of the Queen of Hessian in the end, I am afraid that this battle would have ended long ago.

In other words, the son of the evil god should not be the child of the Queen of Hesse given by the 'Holy Mother Tree'?

It seems that there is really something wrong with the 'Holy Mother Tree'... The offspring who are born can be so evil....

If the believers of the Natural Church knew that the existence they worshiped was such a thing

, I was afraid that they would collapse their faith on the spot..."

Su Ziyu's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the stalemated battle in the distance, and muttered silently in his heart.

"Reaction again?"

Just as Su Ziyu was paying attention to the son of the evil god who had just drilled out of the 'Mother Nest of Desire'

, the chaotic sea in his mind suddenly swayed, and then the yellow robe that had been passed down from his grandfather suddenly floated, and the facial position was filled with chaotic airflow, and it seemed that a pair of eyes would open in the next second.

"Boom ——!"

The Primordial Demon God hurriedly released the Primordial Breath, but there was still no way to shake the yellow robe, and such a movement had also appeared when sensing the Holy Spring before, but the reaction was not as violent as it is now.

Su Ziyu only felt as if a bomb exploded in his mind, and then the Chaos Sea seemed to have a tsunami, and when he came back to his senses, his consciousness had returned to the outside world, and when he opened his eyes, he was holding a yellow robe in his hand.

"Wait... Should it be..." Su

Ziyu was about to use his spirituality to pinch it, who expected a brutal soft force to burst out, and the yellow robe instantly broke free from Su Qi's palm, and then flew to the black shadow above the sky.

"Ugh!"

The projection of the king in yellow spread his arms, and the yellow robe directly shrouded it, and the originally somewhat illusory body turned out to be a lot solidified.

"Little one... I know you have a lot of doubts, but wait until I kill the ghost born of that stinky dryad.

Stunned, watching the yellow robe fly away like this, Su Ziyu just wanted to move to snatch it back, when suddenly an old and hoarse voice sounded in his ears.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Su Ziyu only felt that his mind 'buzzed' and exploded.

"That voice... Is it the king of yellow?! "