One Man’s Power

The concept of first belief was first proposed by Central Research Institute.

The concept of the top-rank sequence was first proposed by Li Xuekong, the owner of the belief in slaughtering gods and now a saint.

Invincible, one of the best high-grade sequence beliefs; although the god-killing belief is temporary, it extremely restrains the gods of different spaces, and contains boundless ferocity.

...

Tang Hong had tried to forcibly merge the two beliefs before.

In the end, the reluctant combination gave birth to a belief called "Godslayer is invincible", which is neither fish nor fowl, and is not included in the belief type.

It is completely superficial addition, not to mention the fusion of beliefs.

...

Since starting the war according to Dr. Sang's theory, Tang Hong has been trying to integrate the two beliefs.

The foundation is too weak, only the fusion of beliefs may kill the God of Disaster.

Tang Hong tried the combination method that can only be achieved by God's will and a ray of inspiration in his heart, but he didn't think about it if it didn't work, so as not to delay time; It can't overwhelm anyone; so Tang Hong single-mindedly comprehended the split fusion.

Refining overlaps, eliminating excess, invincibility and killing gods become the belief of the devil.

Scoff!

A little bit of light came on, and Tang Hong held the long knife surrounded by magic flames in his right hand, and slashed out lightly.

Boom! Boom! Backing away in response, Tang Hong repelled the two gods, but he was almost unable to stand still. Fortunately, he used his left arm to fix the scarred body of the god and prop up this flesh and blood body.

Falling is easy, easy, and for countless reasons.

Standing needs no reason.

Tang Hong pierced the colorful vortex with his left arm. It looked like a person was leaning on the altar in the early stage. His weak and crooked disabled body did not tremble at all. Resist the gods.

Two gods: a god of disaster, and a god of danger in the air.

Suddenly, the water splashed and the air tore apart, and that dangerous god attacked and killed him.

"go away."

Tang Hong is a dangerous god in the heyday of the flying-flying type.

"Come here, come here." Tang Hongdao pointed at the god of disaster, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly.

In the face of Shenwei, don't look directly at Him Tang Hong closed his eyes and held a knife, bloodstained, turned his head to listen to the movement.

Hear the Yellow River chorus.

Hearing that there is no way out, there is no way out.

A person is helpless, with his back straightened up, which is quite a picture of a strong man cutting his wrists in the wind and water.

The wind seemed to stop.

The current is fast and the big river is surging. The water of the Yellow River that splits the motherland into the north and the south continues to roar and flow eastward.

The god of disaster suddenly killed!

He popped out his claws, and the sharp claws of the divine body seemed to be carved with magical scales, imprinted with indescribable symbols and patterns of divine language!

The symbol is looming, and the pattern is distorted, like golden threads intertwined with each other...

The sound of piercing the sky came to my ears...

Extraordinary senses endowed Tang Hong with a keen sense of insight into the movement of the God of Disaster. He raised his knife and met the body of the God of Disaster, which was 15 meters high. He could only hear the cracking sound of the God's body pointing at him, mixed with the sound of the air bursting.

The god of disaster retreated suddenly.

There is another knife mark on the front of the divine body, which is like a cow, a horse, and a unicorn.

"Moo!"

He raised his head, activated the magic, and countless divine lights shot out, either in a parabola, or in a straight trajectory, and the golden streamer burst out and finally merged together.

Disaster magic bombardment!

The light of the knife is like moonlight, like flowing water, Tang Hong rolled up a heavy knife flower.

The demon master's faith ignited his will, and clusters of fierce flames surrounded the long knife, stretching for more than 20 meters. The simple knife flower, which resembled a dark peacock spreading its tail, intercepted all the rays of divine light.

The clothes are seamless, but that's the case, Tang Hong panted slightly.

"I'm not in the range of divine breath."

"The injury on my body is a bit serious... It seems that I have to hold my breath within the divine breath, and take a breath of divine breath, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."

Tang Hong's thoughts turned, and he lowered his head, leaning against the colorful whirlpool. In order to shatter the altar of God behind him, Tang Hong couldn't move arbitrarily, like a trapped beast trapped in an elevator.

Before the Altar of God fully evolved, there was not much time left for Tang Hong.

"Roar?"

A dangerous god who flies into the sky in an instant, with cold golden pupils, condescending, overlooking this tiny human being who is crumbling but still unwilling to leave.

He was a little puzzled.

What is this man trying to do.

"Moo!"

The God of Calamity let out a low growl, and his unnamed divine power locked onto Tang Hong, and he faintly sensed a trace of undetectable abnormal fluctuations inside the Altar of God in the early evolution stage.

A drop of water pierces a stone, and sand gathers to form a tower, and even a tiny bit of abnormal fluctuation may cause the whole system to collapse.

anger.

out of anger.

It's like slowly tearing apart the beautiful things that he has fought for and fought for all his life in front of a person.

This is no longer as simple as anger, but a hysterical god going crazy: "Ho Ho Ho!!"

For the first time since the start of the war, the god of disaster uttered a series of roars in divine language.

God understands the danger of flying into the air, the body of the gods evaporates, the power of the gods is combined with the breath of the gods, and the body of the gods bursting with magic spells suddenly pierces the sky, tearing the gap between the air and the river.

He slammed into Tang Hong brazenly, trying to knock Tang Hong away.

The God of Disaster raised its four hooves, like the upper body of a sweaty horse, and trampled on it again.

The sacred and lofty light covered the sky, and the divine power and divine breath and power smashed the north bank of the Yellow River. The terrifying aura of the two gods overwhelmed the bloody figure who seemed to have reached the end of the mountain.

The storm will destroy the world;

It was breathless.

Even though disasters are sweeping and desperation is imminent, the whole person is as peaceful as Mount Tai.

"I am the Demon Lord."

As soon as the knife is released, the heaven and the earth are opened, and the demon master's faith is cast into a knife, surrounded by demon flames, like the devil king of hell, trying his best to cut it out with one knife.

Cut through the sky full of holiness and light!

Cut through the confused air and broken waves!

Slashing the north bank of the Yellow River, cutting the mighty river, this knife parted the water of the Yellow River, and the aftermath of the knife's momentum chopped off the dangerous god in its heyday, and the demon lord hit the horns of the disaster god with one knife! ! !

"Moomoo!!" The four hooves of the disaster god's branded patterns and symbols stepped on the air, almost like rocket propellers.

But useless.

This knife opened up the world, and dared to change the face of the Yellow River, the sun and the moon. At the point of collision, there was a heavy wave of air, like a slow-motion pantomime played slowly frame by frame, and all the sounds and pictures trembled.

The tip of the knife exploded! Starting from the tip of the knife and going back, it exploded inch by inch.

Disaster back! The God of Disaster was powerless to roar, a chaotic explosion occurred inside the body of the god, and he flew upside down, the strong and sharp horns rustled into ashes, and a small half of the horns turned into golden powder.

Still retreating,

He can't control the body,

Tang Hong chopped the god of disaster onto the Yellow River.

Boom! Boom! The divine body bounced on the surface of the water like a stone splashing water. He bounced twice on the Yellow River before he could barely stop the divine body.

Just now Tang Hong and him were evenly divided.

The birth of the devil lord, the belief of being above the top grade, Tang Hong's strength surpassed that of the disaster god.

But that's all.

Superiority does not mean complete crushing, after all, the human body will be injured, bleed, weak, and exhausted. And these negative factors do not affect the divine body at all.

...

After the birth of the Demon Lord's faith, Tang Hong's shoulders dropped and lifted weakly in the fourth minute.

It's not time to rest yet.

Right wrist hanging knife,

The right hand grabs the god of danger,

Tang Hong's two holy elements exploded.

The flexible elements at the holy level make the muscles and bones of the hands into the most powerful weapon in the world. With the flick of five fingers, it is played like a wild bee, playing on the head, side, and wings of the dangerous god body.

The belief of the devil master is injected into the body of the god.

Tang Hong blasted this dangerous god in his heyday in the air.

Seeing that the divine body was about to heal, Tang Hong blasted away all the fragments of the divine body with his right palm, and raised the knife again.

Scoff!

A sound of flesh and blood tearing made people's scalp tingle, and the disaster-level body pierced through Tang Hong's chest.

...

The passage of time, the earth-shattering fierce battle!

The north bank of the Yellow River has collapsed, and the rolling loess has fallen into the river, so that the blood color will not be so conspicuous.

Huffing, wheezing, Tang Hong was barely panting, his chest heaving up and down like an old blower.

Behind me stands the altar of the gods, and in front of me is the imminent disaster and the howling of danger.

I seem to hear someone calling me, someone came home from work to eat a meal, someone sat at the desk and continued to work overtime in front of the computer. People's emotions, sorrows, worries and happiness seem to have something to do with me.

Roar! !

The god of disaster killed him, and countless hoof prints added divine breath and power, as if a golden light source bloomed on the surface of the colorful vortex, and Tang Hong was in the center of the light source.

A moment of silence.

There are military fighter jets arriving from the horizon.

The saint Wu II, who entered the Indian Ocean theater, entered the disaster-level battlefield.

Central Research Institute.

The bright lights in the laboratory shine on Jiang Lulu, who has a tense face.

"Did you win?" she asked.

Dr. Sang: "I have informed Wu Ershi not to come within a hundred meters of Tang Hong. This battle of gods will definitely be won."

"but."

"Tang Hong is a bit strange."

Dr. Sang held the silver-rimmed mirror frame and observed the blurred picture.

In fact, a catastrophic war of gods can't disturb Dr. Sang's mood. What Dr. Sang considers is a catastrophic battle for all mankind at the international level.

Jiang Lulu turned her head, her dyed black hair revealed golden light.

She had blond hair again and said softly, "What's so strange?"

"Assuming that the standard unit of the sage is one point three four five six after the perceptual sublimation breakthrough. And Tang Hong happened to be stuck on such a standard unit... It is indeed a sacrificing power, but Too reluctant, the weakest sanctification in history."

Dr. Sang gave an evaluation.

Through observation, he believes that the gap between Tang Hong and the real saint lies in the 'range of allowing mistakes'.

A true saint can make several mistakes, but Tang Hong will fall into a disadvantage if he makes one mistake. This is also the reason why Tang Hong, who had the will to become a saint and two elements of becoming a saint, was almost crushed to death by the God of Disaster. Everyone makes mistakes, but extraordinary reason can make up for it.

However, in the face of the God of Disaster, Shenwei is locked and irreparable.

Jiang Lulu asked again: "What about now?"

Dr. Sang glanced at Jiang Lulu, who was tear-stained but expressionless, and said, "Tang Hong's two beliefs are temporarily fused. If it weren't for the altar of gods to restrain Tang Hong, Tang Hong would be able to kill the god of disaster in the weak stage." But without this situation, with Tang Hong's comprehension, he may not be able to comprehend the fusion of beliefs."

finished.

Dr. Sang turned and left again.

"A single-handed battle can break out."

"like……"

Dr. Sang remained silent for a long time, pulled off a few crystal-clear white hairs from his temples, took out a small notebook, wrote [willpower] and [strength factor], and lightly drew two small black circles.

The crystallization of the different space was successfully placed, manifesting a colorful vortex, which began to expand, and then Wu II arrived. The total period was 12 minutes and 5 seconds.

On the seventh day, despite the frenzied siege of the God of Disaster and God of Danger, he did not move a single step, and stayed where he was until the Altar of God evolved in the early stages of collapse. When the colorful rain of light bloomed above the Yellow River, countless people wept with joy.

In the past, extraordinary people worked together, and none of them would work.

And this time.

Anyone can do without Tang Hong.

Tang Hong resisted God's power and anger alone, and collapsed a god's altar. People were shocked to numbness, ecstasy to the point of losing their voices. They were almost on a roller coaster, going up to the top of the snow mountain for a second, and then straight into the sky for a second, rising to the edge of the atmosphere. In the next second, it fell to the sea level again, with a vast sea horizon, and a round of fiery red sun shining in the universe.

...

In the Central Council, everyone looked at each other and looked at each other for a long time.

Suddenly shook his head and laughed.

On the main seat, the white-haired old man said slowly: "Withdraw the evacuation order, withdraw the supervision and combat readiness, withdraw...the small red bottles are fully distributed and there is no need to withdraw them. Send them out. Everyone, make preparations for the extraordinary to stand in the open."

The side of the round table.

Several people bowed their heads and discussed for a while.

"This is not the only time the disaster will strike. How will we deal with it next? To let the pilgrims return to the country, how to deal with the altars of the gods at the international level, so that the breath of the gods cannot spread."

"Scratch your head."

"On the Western European continent, the second disaster happened almost at the same time as the disaster on our side."

"Any news from Western Europe?"

"It has been declared a failure!"

Several people discussed in low voices, and after a long time, several people seconded the proposal.

"Get ready first."

"The question is...before the catastrophe, or after the catastrophe."

...

In the central military, Chief Mo put on his glasses again.

"Adjust the plan."

"Return a thousand extraordinary people back to the country to guard."

Chief Mo stared at the real-time battle screen of the first disaster, picked up a short knife, and shaved his beard.

There is not much time left for mankind.

...

At the Yellow River headquarters, everyone froze physically and mentally.

This disaster-level god battle was too tragic. Nearly 20 consultants were wounded, and the top-level extraordinary were not eligible to participate.

"How about the seventh day?"

"The altar has collapsed."

"He, why did he go up again?" Everyone's pupils tightened fiercely.

...

On the north bank of the Yellow River, a disaster battlefield, the loess on the bank collapsed.

The altar of the gods has collapsed and lost its restrictions. Tang Hong, who got rid of the predicament of sticking to it, found the dangerous god in his heyday just now.

"fly!"

"Where are you going!"

Mo Yantaotao soared into the sky, and Tang Hong exploded the dangerous god body with a volley.

right hand outstretched,

Put your fingers together,

Catch the sky and the earth,

The demon master is determined to kill this dangerous god.

...

Tang Hong shot the god of disaster again at top speed.

At this time, he was fighting with Wu Ershi, and he was completely at a disadvantage. The shocking battle just now made his divine body fade to five or six out of ten, and now, it has faded to one tenth.

The sage Wu II hastily stepped aside.

With a radius of 100 meters, only Tang Hong and this disaster-level divine body remained.

He raised his horns and hooves, and Tang Hong pressed them all down. The flesh and blood body and the god body started the final fight, and they were killed directly into the Yellow River.

"I said……"

"I will destroy this altar of God in front of you." Tang Hong closed his eyes and smiled like a ferocious demon climbing up from hell.

The god of disaster like a unicorn raised his head, his cold pupils seemed to have infinite rage, his breath flooded, and his divine power spread out in circles of violent fluctuations, so that the divine power completely locked on Tang Hong.

The devil's faith rose in his heart.

Tang Hong stepped on the god of disaster, pierced it with a knife, and nailed him to the bottom of the Yellow River.

"did you see."

With a knife stabbed in, the sacred light overflowed, and the disaster-level divine body was torn apart and could no longer heal.

[Ding dong! 】

[For the first time to experience killing an angel by one person, the value of one person will be increased by ten]

[Ding dong! 】

[The power of one person can reverse the battle of the gods, and the value of one person will increase by ten]

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