Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

Su Ziyu's idea is very simple, since fusion is inevitable, then I will snatch your power over in the process of fusion!

He knew that at this time, he could no longer use the original power, but used other forces to achieve the final reversal.

The dragon pattern on his chest was activated to the extreme by him, and a hideous black-demon dragon seemed to be about to climb out, opening the dragon's head and roaring heaven and earth, and Su Ziyu's aura also improved all the way!

Three pairs of spiritual wings conjured up behind him, and the third pair of wings also became extremely condensed due to the enhancement of the aura of the dragon pattern, but there was still a big gap between it and the real existence.

With a flip of his palm, a pure white mask emerged, Su Ziyu grabbed the mask, buttoned it on his face, and then a yellow robe fell in the air and automatically draped over him.

In an instant, his aura broke through to the angel level!

And all the way to the peak of the angel level high-level!

The three pairs of spiritual wings seemed extremely real at this moment.

He wants to use the power of the King of Yellow to give himself more leverage to win in this plunder of authority!

And his aura ascension has not stopped, accompanied by Su Ziyu's low roar, breaking through from the angel level to the old level in one fell swoop!

Staring at the golden shadow, Su Ziyu could vaguely see a tall blond man figure inside.

The blond man's eyes were like a furnace releasing a fiery divine light, and Su Ziyu's spirit body was hit hard.

Enduring the sharp pain of the spiritual being burned, Su Ziyu's palm penetrated deep into the golden ball of light, turned his palm into a fist, and smashed a punch on the face of the golden figure.

Then, Zhiyun pulled back Su Ziyu's anger with a painful moan.

"Whew..." Looking

at Zhiyun, whose eyes were closed in his arms and his face was full of pain, Su Ziyu gritted his teeth and stretched his palm towards the latter's chest.

When his fingertips touched, a circle of energy ripples spread out like ripples, and his palm entered it very smoothly.

After groping for a while, Su Ziyu's face suddenly turned happy, and he hurriedly pulled out the fragment of the godhead, but at this moment, the original in his body began to shake restlessly.

"Let her go!"

A dull and hoarse low roar sounded in Su Ziyu's ears.

He saw the primordial demon god phantom behind him, and the indifferent vertical pupil dragon eyes flashed with human color for the first time.

"Since you want to stay in my body, then give Lao Tzu obediently!" Su Ziyu roared angrily in his heart, his eyes red and roared, "Otherwise, I can let me out now!"

While roaring, Su Ziyu raised a hand and blasted towards his temple, and dense flesh bumps appeared on the surface of that hand, passing through countless layers of space, and finally grabbed the body of the Primordial Demon God.

'Hand of Alienation'!

This was the first time Su Ziyu had used the 'Alienation Hand' on himself!

If the Primordial Demon God can't continue to be honest and secure, he doesn't mind using the second stage of the 'Alienation Hand' to hurt the Primordial Demon God, and he doesn't mind at all....

"You... Do you really dare..." The

low, hoarse old voice sounded again.

"I really dare! Do you want to try it?

Su Ziyu responded with a sneer, while manipulating the Chaos Sea to condense into an ocean tide.

It was also at this time that Su Ziyu understood the meaning of what the Wall of Truth said.

The so-called struggle for authority is nothing more than to see who between him and the Primordial Demon God has more control over the system space or the Chaos Sea.

There is no doubt that it must be Su Ziyu.

The Primordial Demon God began to be silent, and no longer interfered with Su Ziyu's actions.

After some inner battle, Su Ziyu opened his eyes again, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, his palm aimed at the golden godhead fragment, fiercely ripped off half of it, and then withdrew his arm.

And the moment his arm was just retracted, Zhiyun let out a faint moan, and his face turned pale in an instant, Su Ziyu quickly probed his nose, and saw that he was still breathing, and only then let go of his heart.

He didn't dare to take all the fragments of the godhead, after all, after so many years of parasitism, it had already merged with Zhiyun, and if he forcibly took it away, he was afraid that the latter would die immediately.

Taking half of it away is also so that Zhiyun will not have to bear its torment in the future....

For example, now, at this time, Zhiyun is no longer the appearance of a teenage girl like before, silver long hair hanging down to the hips, whether it is a figure or a face, it belongs to the type of allure, the chest is high, so that men will be intoxicated at a glance, because the previous dress is not fit enough, wearing it on her is like a short outfit, perfectly outlining her beautiful figure.

Although there is no one here, only he can enjoy some of the spring light.

But he still didn't like Zhi Yun wearing such a revealing dress, and quickly took out a black robe to put on him.

"Whew..."

After doing all this, Su Ziyu spread out his palm, and there was a mutilated golden fragment floating there.

The golden light overflowed, attracting the white-haired old man again.

"The fragment of the Godhead's Godhead... You really got it..." Even

though the white-haired old man's body was the Wall of Truth, and the fragments of the Godhead of the Protoss could be seen, a look of envy still appeared under his eyes.

For this old man, Su Ziyu can't talk about liking or hating.

Although the other party seemed to be very kind to tell him many secrets, it was precisely because of the Wall of Truth that caused the temporary awakening of the power of the God Ancestor, Zhi Yun was also injured, and he was almost taken away by the Primordial Demon God.

"How? Are you also interested?

Su Ziyu asked playfully.

Seeing that Su Ziyu's attitude was not good, the white-haired old man smiled awkwardly:

"Little friend, don't misunderstand, the old man has no malice..." Su

Ziyu directly ignored the white-haired old man's nagging, waved his sleeve robe, held the unconscious Zhiyun, and turned around to leave.

He has more important things to do and no time left here to waste.

"Little friend, this is the arrangement of fate... It's not my will that can be influenced... The strength of both of you once came from the ancestor of the gods, so you are on the same line of destiny, and it is precisely because of this that kind of thing happened..." The white-haired old man stroked his beard and sighed, "I can only be a witness... And can't shoot, this is the rule ... I hope to understand.

Su Ziyu just nodded slightly, but his footsteps did not stop, and he was about to walk out of the gate.

"Little friend, for the sake of you coming to accompany me to relieve my boredom, I will send you another word." The white-haired old man's voice gradually became serious, "Be careful with that mask!" After all, someone else's power is only someone else's... Remember, never trust the mercy of God!

"Remember, be sure to find the home trioctahedron, it will be useful to you."

Hearing this, Su Ziyu paused, responded faintly, waved his hand back, and then disappeared into the sight of the white-haired old man.

"Thank you..." The

power of the king of yellow, Su Ziyu has always been jealous and vigilant, less than a last resort, generally will not be used easily.

Seeing that the white-haired old man also said so, his heart was more vigilant, and he was glad that he did not rely too much on the power of foreign objects.