Ninth Netherworld Celestial Emperor

Chapter 877: Ling Yefeng Ancestor

Flying through the sky, shot at Jing Tianyu, the **** of death, and blasted out towards Shi Feng and others under the slant. A large ray of holy light shrouded from the palm of Jing Tianyu's palm, sweeping across the stone maple in the dark, and the twelve Peerless Emperor Wudi.

The holy light is like devouring all darkness, devouring all life against the will of backlight.

"Huh!" At this moment, the dark shadow of death over the sky suddenly issued a dull hum, a mighty gloomy voice, followed by a whisper: "This light and divine power, dare to invade our dark realm, broken!"

With the death of the last drink of the shadow of death, Jing Tianyu's light burst instantly, and the holy light in the dark turned into stars.

"This ... how is this possible! My divine power!" Seeing the full-scale attack of his own, it suddenly burst under the sound of that drink, and Jing Tianyu's face appeared a completely unacceptable expression.

Your own divine power! Paying the price, praying for the divine power bestowed by the powerful God of Light, was destroyed by a cry of that man. How could Jing Tianyu be willing to accept such cruel reality.

"No! I don't believe it! This is just an avatar! How could it be stronger than the power that God has given me, I don't believe it! The power of God is invincible!" Jing Tianyu yelled in disbelief once more, looked up Looking at the sky, looking at the faint shadow of the silver sickle in the sky.

The oblique upward shape continued to approach the dark shadow quickly, and the whole person's body shone with a bright and holy halo.

Obviously, unwilling Jing Tianyu was ready to spur the whole body to the death.

"Tian Yu, don't be impulsive! Come back soon!" In the bright area, the fateful emperor, Wu Xuan, hurriedly shouted at Jing Tianyu.

In control of his destiny, just when Jing Tianyu rushed forward, he captured a trace of Jing Tianyu's destiny.

"Huh!" At that moment, the vague dark shadow gave out a disdainful hum, and then, the sickle of death in his hand, slashed down towards Jing Tianyu, which slashed upwards.

Where the death scythe passed, in a moment, the space shattered and opened up, and a long space crack appeared. Soon, it was about to be cut to the bright emperor Jing Tianyu.

"Bright divine power, destroy all evil forces, broken!" Jing Tianyu once again exasperated, all the holy radiance on his body condensed on his hands, a holy light sword, in Jing Tianyu's hands Revealed.

Jing Tianyu clenched the Excalibur of Light with both hands, and slashed away toward the sickle of death that came from the fly!

There was a blast of "Boom", and the Light Sword and the Death Scythe slammed into it, sending out a burst of blasting sound like a thunderous thunder, the impact of God-level power and God-level power, and the space was again knocked out of a huge darkness Empty.

"This ... how can this be so! God! God has given me strength!" And the bright emperor Jing Tianyu, in the center of a huge dark hollow, still has an unwilling and unacceptable face on his face, staring blankly at himself. Between hands.

In the impact of the death scythe, the bright sword of the light's divine power manifested, at the moment was shattering in his own hands, leaving only a sword handle, and still holding it tightly in his hands.

The death sickle, after destroying Jing Tianyu's bright excalibur, continued to slash towards Jing Tianyu's neck.

Suddenly, Jing Tianyu's head still had an unwilling and unacceptable head, soared into the sky, and under the death sickle, Jing Tianyu's head was separated from her body.

"No! Tianyu!"

"Tian Yu!"

"Great Emperor!"

In the bright area, when seeing the bright army of this scene, he sent out a burst of sorrow.

At this time, the stone maple in the dark area, Jiuyou Gong, immediately turned, both hands followed into claws, and suddenly sucked upwards to **** the physical body of Jing Tianyu.

Jing Tianyu's death force was soon captured by Shi Feng, sucked in, swallowed up, and turned into the nine ghostly powers in Dantian.

However, under the powerful force of the dark hollow, the suction produced by Shi Feng's claws had not been absorbed into Jing Tianyu's body. Jing Tianyu's head and body were sucked into the huge dark hollow and fell into the unknown. In space.

Immediately following, the huge dark hollow, with the physical body of Jing Tianyu, was merging quickly!

"It's a pity!" Shi Feng shook her head and sighed, looking at the body of Jing Tianyu disappearing into the dark hollow. After taking a slow step, he lost the blood and soul of a nine-star peerless Emperor Wudi.

But it ’s a pity, but it ’s a big blessing! Jing Tianyu is dead. This crisis has passed completely. Without the appearance of the death avatar, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Perhaps, today is not the day when they destroy this light camp, but his death day with the dark camp.

"Ling Yefeng meets her ancestors!" At this moment, Ling Yefeng beside Shi Feng issued a burst of drink, kneeling down towards the blurry shadow above.

"Dark Descendants, Meet the God of Death!"

"Destroy the descendants and destroy the sky, and meet the **** of death!"

At the same time, the Dark Emperor and the Destroyed Emperor followed the vague dark shadows bowing down.

In the dark camp, it is rumored that in ancient times, it was the Dark God, the Destruction God, and the Death God. The three of them were the descendants of the Dark God, the Destruction God and the Death God.

Therefore, the **** of death is the ancestor of the death emperor Ling Yefeng, this clone is the clone of death.

The death scythe that killed Jing Tianyu, was not swallowed by the darkness with Jing Tianyu, but flew back to the hand of the death god.

In the face of the worship of the three people below, the death avatar seemed to be unaware, and he didn't bother, but just stretched the vague black hand on the death scythe and gently touched it.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feng only felt the tremor of his heart, and the mark left on the death sickle by himself was broken by the death sickle's wipe.

As his mark was wiped out, gradually, the fuzzy shadow over the sky became more and more blurred and thinner and thinner, as if his mission had been completed, and finally it was like a black mist in the sky above. Disappeared in the darkness.

The silver sickle sickle, with the disappearance of the death avatar, was falling rapidly towards the bottom, and soon fell above Ling Yefeng's head before stopping, floating still.

"Master!" At this moment, Ling Yefeng's face appeared a bit of embarrassment, turned her head and looked at Shi Feng.

Obviously, the ancestor of his ancestor passed the death sickle to himself, but the death sickle was originally his master's thing.

How can you ask for it!

(End of this chapter)